Page 14 of The Salvation

“Yours!” I scream when he strikes my clit, swelling my pubic lips and spurting fluids from my slit. “I’m yours, and you’re mine!”

He growls low, and I suddenly feel the press of his clothed body, that fortress of a scarred chest overlapping my back. “Getting warmer, little dove...” he hints in a low voice and sinks his teeth into the side of my neck. No fangs, but I feel their scrape, their prick.

“Go back, Quintessa,” he whispers and nips at my earlobe, causing me to flinch.

All I can think of is that night at the Court of Storms when he first took me. But I also remember when he fucked me on the icy shore after he pulled the thorns from my back.

“I have not experienced this depth of pain in centuries. No matter how long, no matter how far I and Kyan’s demon have carved my flesh in the vain hopes the blade might go deep enough to cut my soul.”

He hadn’t felt pain. Because he never felt alive. Just as...I choke, considering my past, my heart stumbling at the dark memories I don’t want to remember—just as I never felt alive.

Until I touched Drago.

Until I touched my monstrous boys.

Because they consumed half my soul. So, I have become theirs.

“I amyou,” I tell him in the barest thread of a whisper.

Nothing but cool air upon my buttocks.

“And you are me...” I finish, daring my voice to lift above that whisper.

Because bloodbecomes.

All it takes is three fingers stabbing past the knuckle for me to come, for my inner muscles to convulse and to strangle his fingers as I scream through my release and collapse as much as the restraints allow me to. I take a reprieve upon the coffin, sinking my cheek into the cool velvet. I guess...it’s not so bad.

And then, Merikh is there. He undoes the cuffs. In seconds, he’s closed the casket and re-positioned me on top with my back to the cold obsidian. Spread like an X with my head dangling over the edge. The coolness of the casket settles like ice along my burning backside. But it’s not the only thing that will burn—not when his hand fists my hair and yanks my head back to come face to face with his throbbing, engorged erection.

If anyone could blend the expression of malevolent but approving, it’s him. He wipes his length upon my cheek,streaking the bead of pre-cum along my skin and rubbing the cold crosses and silken firm crown along my lips. I open for him, softening my muscles, relaxing my jaw. But he doesn’t plunge into me like I expect.

Confused, I lower my brows and seek his eyes. Why isn’t he fucking my mouth or biting me.? Especially with the crimson carnage in his pupils.

All my skin flushes as he circles the casket, stroking his cock with one hand, gripping the flay of vampire skin strips. I close my eyes and sigh deeply, understanding washing over me with the force of a turbulent current.

No matter how much I’ve relaxed myself, the first strike lands on my right breast, searing the nipple like an unholy curse. The second I crack my teeth around a scream, Merikh rips off one of the skin strips and thrusts it into my mouth as a gag to protect my teeth. I whimper but try not to think about how I have the remains of a dead vampire in my mouth.

On the next strike, the strap cuts across my belly with a fiery lash. My thighs come next, then my feet, where I didn’t realize I had so many sensors. Another blow lashes at my other breast. By the time he paints my breasts with the harsh biting blows of the strips, I’ve choked so many times, I’m gasping for breath, screeching and crying all around the organic gag.

Impossible not to brace myself, but when I hear the next strike, no burning of my flesh follows. I hear it again. But all I feel is the chilled air whispering across my smoldering skin.

When I open my eyes, I work my jaw to spit out the gag and sob, “Merikh, stop!” I beg him through tears because he’s not punishing me this time. No, he’s moved onto self-flagellation, driving the blows to lick the scorching strips upon his long and thick erection I love so much. He whips himself harder, faster, stronger, more than he did for me.

“Who am I?” he challenges me with his jaw as hard as fortress walls with those eyes piercing down to my soul matter.

I squeeze my eyes, holding back tears so I may whimper, “I am you. You are me...”

He’s sharing my pain...but in the worst of ways possible. I hold onto my pain, grounding myself in the aftermath of the flaming whip marks upon my skin, and try not to flinch at the sight of him flagellating that wicked but beautiful cock. Sweat riddles down the sides of his body. His muscles swell more than ever. And even his scars seem to breathe and take on a language of their own.

Finally, Merikh drops the whip onto the edge of the coffin.

Carnal need engulfs his eyes as he closes the distance between us and anchors his hand at the base of my neck as a protective barrier from the obsidian coffin right before he ruthlessly thrusts his length into my mouth. My eyes roll back, and I moan all around him until his cock chokes off my moan when it plows into my throat. I shudder but swallow him down with those silver piercings rolling along the roof of my mouth.

My head doesn’t move—not once. His grip on the base of my neck is too resolute, even as he drives himself deeper with the force of a crazed surf crashing against a cliffside. More than ever, I wish I could move my hands, so I could rake my nails into his swelling buttocks with those steely globes and muscled thighs helping him ram into me. But I can do nothing, except lie here, jaw stretched wide but throat taking him down like an iron shipwreck.

At the touch of his cold hand on my breast, my chest squeezes. More tears blur my vision to him as he strokes the flesh, pinching my stiffened nipple. The weight of those eyes, ravenous and avaricious, carry me deeper until I feel their lust in the very pulsing heartbeat of my cunt. Every part of his hunger rolls across me, setting me on fire.

As he pounds into me like a violent deluge, the hand at my breast trails across my stomach, across my nether curls, and then—my soft, wet folds, swollen and puffy from his flay. At the same time that my throat constricts around him, my lungs clawing for air, Merikh grabs the whip next to me and plunges the thick and unyielding bone handle into my pussy with his thumb trained on my clit.

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