Page 102 of The Reign of Blood

No words are spoken, no teasing or tantalizing touches, nothing. Just his cock at my core. His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, mesmerizing me at the same time he lowers me onto his dick. He spreads me wide, taking his sweet time filling every inch of me.

My back arches off the wall, the moan from my lips low and feral as I cling to his shoulders, nails pressing into his flesh.

His jaw falls slack as he peers up at me, his long black eyelashes blinking as he shakes his head slowly. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask, but any hope of forming a question disappears as he slowly retreats from my pussy until only the tip of his cock remains before he slams deep inside of me again.

One thrust of his hips, followed by another, and everything merges into euphoria. My back arches to the point of pain as I try to grind against him, desperate and eager for every slam of his cock. Our movements turn savage, needy, and delirious as our bodies take over.

He takes. I give.

I take. He gives.

Sweat clings to every inch of my skin as the sound of his flesh slapping against mine fills the room.

The first tingles of my climax start in my toes, my muscles clenching as my jaw falls slack. I’m on the cusp of the greatest fall when he leans in closer, grazing his teeth over my throat while maintaining his unrelenting thrusts, and I see stars.

My cries ring so high, I no longer hear them as my pulse pounds in my ears while he fucks me through every drop of my orgasm. Just as my body starts to relent, his fingertips bite into my thighs, adjusting my position against the wall just a little before his movements become jagged and on the verge of violence.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants with every pounding of his cock before his head falls back and he finds his release.

The pulsing of his cock in my core makes my own muscles spasm again, leaving me delirious as I cling to him, failing to catch my breath.

Slumping forward, he holds me in his arms, and a moment later, the press of the wall behind me disappears as he moves across the room, lowering me to the cool sheets on my bed. Blinking, I struggle to settle my gaze on him in my languid state as he brushes a loose curl back off my face.

“This makes you mine now,” he breathes, making my back stiffen as I frown.

“It doesn’t,” I retort, trying and failing to push myself up onto my elbows.

I manage to focus my gaze just long enough to level my stare with his, to see him smirking at me with a whimsical glint in his dark eyes.

“Keep telling yourself that, but just a little secret between me and you,” he breathes, peppering kisses all over my face. “Whenmy mother summoned me, I told her I wasn’t going to be a part of her deal with Vallie any longer because my sights were set on someone else.”

My next breath lodges in my throat as I freeze. “No,” I croak, making his grin spread wider.

“Yes,” he replies, bopping my nose with the tip of his finger.

“No,” I repeat, trying to get up, but he crowds my space, making it impossible to think, nevermind move.

“Yes, Adrianna. You’re mine, and now everything my family has worked so hard for will unravel.”

He can’t put that on me.

“You take it back,” I rasp, pressing at his chest, and he snickers.

“You love it, don’t lie,” he murmurs, dragging his nose over my throat.

“Raiden,” I warn, but it falls flat.

“Adrianna.”

“You’ll be the death of me,” I mutter with a helpless sigh, and he leans back just enough to catch my gaze.

“No, Adrianna, butyoumay quite literally be the death ofmeif they don’t accept my withdrawal.”

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ADRIANNA

Sweat clings to my temples, gluing my t-shirt to my chest as my feet pound on the ground beneath me. The morning sun shines through the trees as I make my way back around to the fountain with just enough time to hurry back to the fae building, shower, and then head to breakfast before classes start for the day.

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