Page 134 of To Bleed A Kingdom

It’s bare, with not a single hair. Just smooth, golden skin, her lips glistening in need.

Slapping my hands against her ass, I drag her to the edge of the bed and bury my nose into her cunt, breathing in cherry, vanilla, and cinnamon mixed with that of musky desire with a pain filled groan, bathing her godly scent into my every pore.

I glance up to find her watching me, her mouth partially open and panting for breath.“Gorgeous,” I breathe, and I watch her every move as I flatten my tongue at the bottom of her slit, slowly licking up to stroke at her clit.

She snaps her head back and cries out, bucking against my face. At the sight of her, her scent, and the taste of her ambrosia coating my tongue, I snap.

I shove at her chest, flattening her against the bed. Digging my fingers into her ass, I lift her pussy to my faceand descend with a snarl. Flicking, licking, lapping, sucking, I gorge on her like the starved creature I am. She cries and moans. Twitching and bucking, squirming beneath my ministrations. Peeling back her lips, I roll her clit between my fingers and spear my tongue into her pussy. She groans and squeezes her thighs tighter around my head, ripping my hair out at the roots. With a snap of her hips, she bucks harder against my face, chasing her own release. I move faster, fucking her with my tongue and rubbing her clit with my entire hand. And when her moans become louder, longer, when I feel her tighten around my tongue and her cream begins to drip down my chin, she stiffens and cries out, mewling her climax.

Her legs drop to the sides, sated and languid, but I'm not finished with her yet. Lapping up the last droplets of cream, I crawl on top of her to cover her body with my own, wet my cock between her lips, and surge inside of her.

We shout in unison.

“Fuck!” I groan, burying my face into the crook of her neck. She’s so tight, strangling my cock. I can still feel the walls of her cunt fluttering from her orgasm. She squirms against me and I still her with a hand to her hip, trying to hold back the orgasm throbbing at the base of my cock.

Just a minute. Just one godsdamn minute and maybe I won't embarrass myself.

But in typical Lena fashion, she seems determined to push me to my breaking point.

Wrapping one arm around my neck, Lena presses her cheek to mine and whispers in a voice hoarsened with lust,“Please, Darius… fuck me.”

I lose my fucking mind.

Gripping her by the hips, I pull out and slam back in, pistoning my hips in a manic rhythm, losing myself in the feel of her slick cunt and the sounds of our grunts and groans as our bodies slap against each other.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and claws at my back. Lifting her hips, she matches each thrust of mine with one of her own. I lift her leg and drive deeper, grinding in circles against her clit. She groans, pressing those gorgeous tits against my chest. Ducking my head, I drag my teeth over her nipple and she clutches my head to her chest, holding me to her like she never wants to let me go. Like she would die if I ever stopped.

Fury pours from me and I grip her to near bruising, driving into her faster. Harder. Punishing her for keeping this from me for too long. For not giving in to us sooner. For denying me what’s mine.

Shackling her wrists in my hands, I pin her arms above her head. “Say it,” I growl without breaking my stride.

“Wh… What?” she asks between whimpers. “Say what?”

“Say you’re mine.” Pulling all the way out, I slam into her with a single violent thrust, skidding her across the bed.

“Oh, gods,” she moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“Say…” Thrust. “You’re…” Thrust. “Mine…” Thrust. Reclasping her wrists within one of my hands, I raise the other and slap her clit.

A shocked cry escapes her that quickly shifts into a moan when I soothe away the sting with a roll of my thumb.

“Darius.” Shutting her eyes, she squirms beneath me. “I … I can’t.”

Rage like no other blinds me and I raise my hand, slapping her harder, knowing she’ll feel more pain than pleasure.

“Say it!” I bellow.

“I’m yours!” she shouts with abroken cry. “I’m yours!”

And that's it. I'm gone. All rational thought ceases to exist, replaced by a manic, instinctual need to give into my body's demands and make her mine.

I slam into her with a snarl, ramming into her with wild abandon. More beast than male. Brutal and raw, I take it all. Her screams, her cries, her moans and groans. She mewls and cries, tears streaming down her cheeks in rapture, but she can do nothing more as I power into her over and over again. Dominating her. Forcing her to submit.

A burn starts to build, tightening my balls and thickening my cock. And when I inhale our scents mixed with that of sex, hear the wet sounds of my balls slapping against her cunt, see the droplets of sweat dripping on her bouncing tits, and feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, sucking me in as she screams her release, I follow with a roar, pumping into her until every last drop of my seed spills into her. Filling her. Marking her. Claiming her. Taking what’s mine.

We lay there for some time. Lena on her back, me lying atop her, cradled within her thighs. Content to say nothing.

“I think we broke Amara’s bed,” Lena says between waning pants.

---