Page 73 of Dark Awakening

"So beautiful," he rasps.

Still dizzy with pleasure, he looks in the mirror, and my gaze follows. I gasped, both thrilled and startled by the primal image reflecting—blood trickling over my breasts, my neck marked by his bite. His hands grip my waist from behind, our gazes locked on each other in the glass. I don't recognize myself in this feral, sexual creature I've become. But I cannot look away, intoxicated by the raw carnal energy flowing between us. Rhyland has awakened my inner darkness, and I crave more.

"Do you see how exquisite you are?" he murmurs hotly in my ear. "And…mmm…you taste like sweet honey." He says, licking his lips.

I'm drenched with wanton desire. His finger delves in and out of me as his lips and teeth suck on my neck. The sheer eroticism of the moment is indescribable, like nothing I have ever known before. All my worries, anxieties, and fears course through me like a river and cascade into him. He drinks from me so carefully and with care, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel relieved yet vulnerable, as if my soul is bare before him.

He forcibly pulls away from my neck; his heated gaze devours me. His hard body presses against me as he pushes me down onto the countertop, whispering guttural demands as I submit to him. He forcefully spreads my legs with his knee, trapping my feet between his own and spreading me wide.

His hard cock presses close to my dripping opening. My head is forcefully jerked back as a handful of hair from the base of my neck is grabbed. Each sting of pain brings forth a moan from within me.

“I want you to watch me fuck your tight, heavenly hole,” he commands lewdly.

Our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection, my breath fogging its surface. He seems more visceral and ungovernable.

Did my blood do that?

I know his bite has me going completely crazy with desire and craving.

Fuck, this is insane.

My lips part, my gaze never straying from his. He stands there, leering at me with carnal desire. His hard cock presses against my entrance, anxious to be buried inside my warmth. He nudges the tip in as if testing the waters. He’s savoring every moment, wanting me to beg for it.

Oh, how his ego swells with every passionate plea and beg. “Rhyland…please.”

His darkness thrives on my supplications. He tightens his grip on my hair, a reminder of who has the control here, and demands, “Please, what?”

I moan in surrender and whisper breathlessly, “Please…fuck me.”

His fiery hand burns my hip, squeezing it tight. His voice is husky and powerful when he growls, “God, I fucking live for it when you beg me, baby.”

His thick cock slams into me, and I scream out in pleasure. I’ve never felt something as big as him inside me before, and it’s still a tight fit despite the initial pain wearing off. He’s not gentle by any means, but that’s what I love—feeling every single thrust, writhing, and moaning in hopeless bliss. His muscles ripple from the effort as he pounds me from behind.

He leans over my back and whispers savagely in my ear, “Look how fucking sexy you are when I fuck you.”

My moans grow louder as I watch us in the mirror, my hips slamming against the cold, hard marble counter as Rhyland thrusts himself inside me from behind. The marble feels like ice against my skin compared to the furnace of his hard, muscular body.

I will be sore and bruised after this ferocious pounding against the unforgiving marble surface. My breasts bounce and smack against the slick stone, my tight nipples rubbing almost painfully with each jagged thrust. The pleasure sears through me like a wave of boiling fire; the feverish heat of Rhyland's passion starkly contrasts the icy chill of the marble at my front. My lungs gasp and struggle for air as exquisite pain and intense gratification entwined in an intoxicating and punishing yet rewarding concoction.

Rhyland grips my hips brutally, pulling me back onto him as he slams home to the hilt again and again. The marble counter digs into my sensitized skin while his engorged length stretches and fills me to the limit. I'm trapped between torment and bliss, crushed between the unyielding marble and Rhyland's solid muscular frame rutting into me like a primal beast.

The mingled sensations overload my senses until I'm mindless, reduced to a screaming mess of raw, sensual sensation. Rhyland conquers my body utterly with overwhelming thrill and agony.

His bite has sent pure ecstasy through my body, and he’s right—I’m already craving more.

I moan and grit my teeth in filthy delight as he slams into me, his tight balls smacking against my clit with each thrust. How he has me positioned—wide open, neck craned, and back arched—drives me wild. I bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming out the pleasure ripping through every inch of me, unable to suppress the carnal utterances that bubble up from inside me.

He stares hungrily at our entwined bodies, grunting with desire. “God…I’m drowning in your juices. You’re so fucking sexy with how slick and wet you are around my cock.”

Rhyland grabs my arms and seizes them behind my back, entwining his arm through them, locking me in place, and still clasping a fistful of my hair with his other hand at the base of my neck. He yanks me back forcefully, smashing his chest into me as he rams me into a new position. My tits bounce as he holds my arms captive, and my neck cranes backward as he savagely fucks me with animalistic hunger.

My breathing is labored as I moan, “Fuck… yes…..more…” I can’t get enough. He slams his massive cock deep into me as I watch him through the mirror. His face is a carnal mask of power and craving.

I’m held in a way that puts me entirely at his mercy. “You’re so fucking greedy, baby. I love how you take my dick.” He’s thrusting harder and faster, our bodies smacking audibly, his balls hitting me as he slams himself against me. “Come on me, Angel. I love hearing you scream.”

His command sends an electric jolt through my body, and I let go completely. My pussy clamps down tight around his raging cock, and I let out an earth-shattering cry as pleasure washes over me. Hot, sticky liquid pours from my soaked slit, sending juices dripping down my thigh.

“Good girl. That’s it. My dirty little Angel.” he growls into my ear.

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