Page 91 of Afflicted

He fucks me hard, hitting me so deep inside that it almost hurts. But when I breathe out, relaxing into the feeling and surrendering to him completely, it feels so fucking good. I close my eyes, opening up for him, letting him push into my body over and over again.

The line is miles away. There’s no going back now.

And I don’t ever want to.

“Fuck, so fucking tight,” he murmurs as he slams into me, grasping my arms and pulling my hair. “Fuck.”

My toes curl, lifting me up against him, making me even tighter, and I feel my next climax building.

“Ohhh, god, Silas, I’m going to…Oh god.” My legs are trembling, and I can barely keep myself upright.

“Let go for me, angel, let that pussy come all over my cock.” He hisses in a breath.

Even as wet as I am, there’s still friction, and the drag of his piercing right against my g-spot - how can sex feel this good?

Silas is gasping and moaning, I’ve never been with a man who’s given his pleasure a voice like this. It makes it all so much hotter, hearing just how much he’s enjoying this. How much he’s enjoyingme.His grip on me doesn’t release, not even a bit, and it makes me come even harder. My second climax crashes through me, and coming with him inside me, feeling the pulse of my body around his cock, heightens every single sensation.

Silas releases my hand, pulling me up against him by my hair. His fangs brush against my neck, like he’s hesitating.

“Please,” I murmur. “Do it, please.”

With a groan, he strikes, just as he fills me again.

I knew the bite would feel good, he’d told me that. He’d said it would make me come. But I wasn’t prepared for his bite to send the most violent orgasm I’ve ever experienced coursing through me. It peaks over my last climax, lighting up my whole body, sending it crashing and shattering, falling apart for him. He drinks down my blood, his tongue lapping it up in long, hot sweeps over my skin.

His fangs pull out of my neck, and he grinds into me as I ride out the high, as I feel him tense against my back. Ifeelhim come inside me, feel his heat fill me, spilling out of me. He groans out his release against my neck, turning my face towards his, kissing me so I taste the copper of my blood that’s glazing his tongue.

He pants against my mouth, muttering out curses and praise, telling me how beautiful I am, how fucking sexy I am, how I was made for him. I settle into the euphoria, that post-fuck haze that makes my heart thump and my blood sweeten. His fingers are still tangled in my hair, his other hand wrapped around my throat, his cock still seated deep inside me. I feel utterly possessed and strangely whole, in a way I’ve never experienced before.

“Fucking hell, angel.”

“Can we do that again?”

He laughs dangerously, pressing kisses down my throat. “My needy little fuckdoll.”

I moan, rolling my hips on him.

“You like the names, don’t you?” He growls against my skin.

“Yeah.” He’s still hard, and I rock my hips, bouncing myself on him. “I-I only like it from you. I don’t - ohfuck.”I whimper as he holds me still, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Me neither, but I need to.” He withdraws from me, turning me around gently in his arms as I quiver. Blood lines his lips, and his eyes are still that blazing crimson. He strokes his fingers over my pulse, over the spot where he bit me, and inhales heavily. “I nearly bit you when I came, and…”

Bad memories. I wrap my arms around his waist, drawing him close to me. I nuzzle into his broad, warm chest, dark with tattoos. “I told you, I trust you.”

He brushes his hands over my hair. “I know, angel.”

Thunder rumbles overhead, and suddenly tears are biting at my eyes. I sniffle and Silas’s whole body tenses, tipping my face up to his.

“What’s wrong?” He raises his eyebrows, his fingertips running over my cheeks. “Jules, what’s wrong?”

My lips tremble. “I want to stay with you. I want tobewith you, and I can’t be.” I throw my arms around his neck, sobs bubbling up my throat. “I fucking hate this life. I hate this place. I hate that we can’t be together.”

He pulls back from me, taking my arms and removing them from around his neck. I panic for a moment, thinking he’s pushing me away. But then he raises one hand to his mouth, tenderly kissing my palm. He repeats the action with my other hand, his soft lips pressing against my skin.

I start to cry harder.

His eyes are fading back to their normal rusty color when they meet mine again. “If you think I’m going to regret this, I won’t. Even if that makes me selfish.”

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