Page 24 of His to Slash

"Mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

I could feel the darkness inside me responding, awakening, hungry for more. I was his. That is no longer a question or doubt in my mind.

I struggled, trying to push him off, but he was too strong. He pinned my arms above my head, his body pressing down on mine. I could feel his heartbeat, his breath hot on my face. I was trapped, helpless, and yet, I'd never felt more alive.

With a surge of newfound strength, I flipped Grayson over, my legs twisting him beneath me. His eyes widened in surprise, but there was a flicker of excitement in them too. I could feel the power coursing through me, the darkness inside me growing stronger with each passing moment.

I ripped my own pants off, the fabric tearing easily in my hands. I looked down at Grayson, my eyes filled with desire and excitement. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, the raw, primal energy that made him so dangerous, so irresistible.

He was stunned for a moment, his body frozen beneath mine. But when I freed his cock and sank down onto it, taking him in to the hilt, he snapped out of his shock. He growled, a low, animalistic sound that sent shivers down my spine.

He fought back, flipping me onto my back and starting to fuck me wildly. He was just as rough and brutal as the time he broke my pelvis, but this time it didn't hurt. This time it felt so fucking good.

I moaned, my body writhing beneath his. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, a deep, intense ache that demanded release. I started fucking him back, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.

I tried to flip him again, but he growled and held me down harder. I may have been stronger now, but I wasn't stronger than Grayson just yet. He was a force of nature, a wild beast that could never be truly tamed.

I clawed at his shoulders and arms, drawing blood. He growled, his movements becoming more frantic, more animalistic. He fucked me harder, his cock slamming into me with a force that made me see stars.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with pleasure. I moaned, my nails digging deeper into his skin. I could feel the blood trickling down my fingers, the warm, sticky wetness that only added to the intensity of the moment.

Grayson's eyes were locked onto mine, his gaze filled with a fierce, primal intensity. I could see the hunger in them, the raw, unbridled lust that made him so dangerous, so irresistible.

I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, my body convulsing in waves of intense ecstasy. The raw, primal energy between us amplified the sensation, making it almost unbearable. My breath hitched as I gasped for air, my nails digging even deeper into Grayson's skin, gorging into his flesh, leaving rivers of blood that mingled with the sweat on his body.

He growled, a feral sound that sent shivers down my spine as if he could sense my vulnerability at that moment. His movements became more frantic, more desperate, as he chased his own release. I could feel him swelling inside me, straining against the limits of my body. The sensation was intoxicating, pushing me further over the edge.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he came undone, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He roared, the sound echoing through the room, as if he was trying to exorcise the demons that haunted him. I held on tight, my fingers tangled in his hair as his cock pulsed inside me, the hot, wet heat of his release filling me up.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breathing ragged. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face, the sticky wetness of our combined release, and Grayson's blood.

I looked up at Grayson, my eyes filled with desire and excitement. I could feel the darkness inside me growing stronger, the power coursing through me like a wild, untamed beast. I was his, and he was mine. And together, we were unstoppable.

twenty-three

I grippedGrayson's hand tightly as we entered the abandoned industrial site. The air grew thick with the stench of rust and decay, mingling with an unmistakable coppery smell that made my stomach churn. Blood. Fresh blood.

"She's here," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the creaking of metal and distant drips of water. Grayson's masked face turned slowly as he scanned our surroundings.

We crept forward, our footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. Shadows danced at the edges of my vision, playing tricks on my mind. Every corner, every rusted machine, could be hiding Cain – or worse.

The waitress's muffled cries reached my ears, sending a chill down my spine. We were getting closer, but so was the danger. I knew this was a trap. The elders had made that abundantly clear. But I couldn't leave another innocent person to die because of me, and Grayson... well, he wouldn't let me face this alone.

As we ventured deeper into the maze of metal and darkness, something caught my eye. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. There, etched into the grimy wall, was a symbol – jagged and cruel. It was the same symbol I'd seen in the shack in the woods.

"Grayson," I hissed, pointing at the mark. His grip on my hand tightened. This place was connected to the dark legacy that created both him and Cain. The elders' warnings echoed in my mind, filling me with dread.

We pressed on, the air growing heavier with each step. The symbols appeared more frequently now, their presence a constant reminder of the evil that permeated this place. My heart raced, pounding so loudly I was sure Cain could hear it.

A scream pierced the air, closer than before. We broke into a run, caution forgotten in our desperation to reach the waitress. As we rounded a corner, I skidded to a halt, horror gripping me.

The waitress was there, bound to a chair in the center of a large room. But it was the walls that made my blood run cold. They were covered in hundreds of the symbols, forming intricate patterns that seemed to writhe and shift in the dim light.

Cain stepped into view, his mask a twisted mirror of Grayson's. In his hand, he held a blade that glinted wickedly in the low light. My body tensed, ready for a fight, but my mind raced with fear.

"Let her go," I demanded, my voice steadier than I felt. "This is between us."

Cain laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine as he mocked me.

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