Page 75 of Wolf.e

I climb on top of her, sweeping her hair from her face before my arms cage her in and I hover over her for a beat, blood drips from one of my shoulders onto her and I use a finger to swipe it across her neck. Another drop, another swipe.

Fuck. This small amount of my blood on her skin makes me want to slice myself open so I can bathe her in it. Claim her in it.

The look in her eyes is pure terror now as she realizes I like the look of my blood on her.

“Scared?” I ask her

“Always.”

I grin as I notch my cock against her slick center.

“Good, your sweet pussy is a desperate little slut for the fear I offer.” The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m digging my hands into the curvy sides of her outer thighs. I drag her down below me further, lift her leg up and thrust inside her.

Her body spasms as I pull out and fuck back into her deeper.

“Fuck,” we both groan, almost in unison. It's only been a week, but she feels brand new.

There’s no stopping the rhythm I need to satiate myself with her now.

It’s brutal. It triggers the primal part of me, and I fuck Brinley like she’s the air I need to breathe, like I worship the very ground she walks on.

I fuck her like I won’t survive if I stop.

“You’ve fucking ruined me, Brinley,” I growl as she clings to me, her breaths come in short pants.

I’m filling her completely.

“So full,” she moans as I bite her neck, her breasts, her earlobe, anywhere my teeth can find. The more I bite, the more she moans, and the more her pussy tightens.

I lay my claim to her. My statement that she’s mine, and she’ll have the marks on her skin to prove it.

“Deeper,” she moans. “More.”

I lose myself with every thrust. The droplets of blood have grown as she digs into me deeper and the way she looks right now is too much.

“Beg me, Brinley,” I tell her. “Beg me to feed this pussy.”

“Please,” she whines without hesitation.

“Attagirl,” I growl. “You take my cock so fucking well,” I tell her, so pleased.

“Say more,” she whispers shyly.

My beast thrives.

I grip her hair and angle her chin up so I can take her earlobe into my mouth. My cock throbs with her black tresses pressing against my arms.

The fire in her eyes burns hotter and shows me that she’s not only up to the task of offering me what I need. She thrives on it just as much as I do.

“Use me, Gabriel. Fill me up,” she breathes out in a moan.

“You want me to fuck you hard. You need me the way I need you; and you don’t know why any more than I do,” I tell her.

I feel her hesitation to use words she isn’t used to, but I want it and I’m not stopping until she gives it to me.

“Ask me, wicked girl, ask me to fuck you the way you need.”

Brinley moans and squeezes her legs around me. “Please,” she whimpers. “Fuck me,” she adds so quietly and so politely, I can’t take it.

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