Page 6 of When Day Breaks

I reach for her hips, gripping them tightly and stopping her from dropping down, pulling her as far into me as possible. I press her hard against my chest as I shudder from the feeling of having her so close to me.

"I need to be inside of you," I growl into her ear and before she can protest, I have her pinned on the floor, blood lightly splashes beneath us from one of the puddles that pooled.

She chuckles as her head hits the floor, her white strands of hair soaking in the deep maroon that layers under her.Fuck, she's a sight as she watches me with her heavy eyelids, her body covered in blood and the remnants of her night dress still draped on her arms, shredded as it soaks in the viscid liquid underneath her.

"Take off your shirt," she demands in a heated whisper and I tear the clothing off my body.

I take the next second to rip her panties away before reaching down and pressing myself into her, pain and greed etched on both of our faces. She squirms underneath me, not caring that death lingers around us—her victims witnessing the need we both can't stop ourselves from taking.

I place my palm down on the side of her head while using my other hand to guide my dick into her. She's warm and wet and I can't hold myself back.

"You're so needy, Lucynda. Is this what I do to you?" I taunt her with her own words as she bites her lip and I don't waste a second more as I push all the way in. "Fuck," I groan as I lower my forehead to hers. She fits me like a glove, her body tenses and a beautiful moan escapes her throat as I move my hand from the base of my cock and use it to grab the curve of her hip, holding her in place and forcing us not to move.

I breathe against her lips, her hands not touching my body and really, I don't care. It's too much. Too much feeling is coming from just being inside of her, I'd fucking lose it if she was touching me everywhere else.

"I need you to move, Rivian!" She cries out, begging me to fuck her. And finally, I see something other than hate line her face. Pleasure mixes in her eyes with something dark as her pussy grips my cock. I chuckle and lift my head from hers to see her pained with so much need.

I thrust deep but slowly into her, needing to feel every inch of how fucking much she wants me.

I watch her for a few moments, the way her stomach clenches with each thrust.The whimpers that tangle with this beautiful symphony of our heated passion.

I look up to see her lips part; she's staring me right in my eyes. I lean down and press my lips to hers, but she doesn't kiss me back. Instead, she finally reaches her arms around my neck and pulls me in deep, opening her mouth against mine and dragging my lip between her teeth. Then, she bites my bottom lip, causing me to thrust harder into her than I intend. She giggles through her moan.

"You little bitch," I growl into her mouth which rewards me with a devilish grin.

"Don't act like you don't like it." Her nails dig into the nape of my neck and I can tell she's greedy for me to quicken the pace.

I dip my forehead to hers again, using my other hand to hold up her leg by the back of her thigh, pushing it up toward her chest at my side.

"Watch your mouth, little one. Or I'll make you eat your fucking words." I let my threat feather over her lips as I continue to sink into her pussy, feeling so close to coming as she pulls herself up and begs for more, starting to thrust on her own.

"Oh, fuck." Her cries are like music to my ears, echoing off the walls and surrounded by the chaos of her rampage.

"Harder," she begs. Her greedy pussy grips my cock, and I can tell she's about to come undone under me.

"Look at how fucking greedy your pussy is for me, Cyn. God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock." Her fingers dig into me deeper, her breaths come ragged and sharp as she pushes for her orgasm to take over. "Look at me." I demand her attention and she opens her heavy eyelids to meet my gaze of darkness.

Her own eyes twist from her clouded gray to a dark purple, swirling in the same dark tendrils that mine morph to in the fits of deep adoration and hunger.

"I'm a monster, right?" I thrust hard, her mouth falls open and cries out my name. "Say it." I grit my teeth through the demand as I feel my own orgasm start to build.

"You're-" I thrust. "Fuck. You're a-you're a monster." She tries to hold control in her tone as she forces out her words, but I'm so deep, it's creating delusion in her. Her need to come is breaking her apart.

"That's right, little one." I push her leg open further, my grip punishing on her thigh. "But so are you."

I lean in and bury my face in her neck, needing more than anything to taste her. I find myself opening my mouth against the soft, crimson-coated skin of her neck and right as I feel her heart pacing quicker, her mouth falls open and her back arches. I don't think a thought more as I bite into her.

"Fuck!" she cries out as she comes, digging her nails so deep into my back that I can feel the burn of her cutting into me ignite all over.

I let myself enjoy the taste of the blood I drew from her, sucking in a small amount and holding it in my mouth. I lean back up and watch her face twist with pleasure and pain, her orgasm pulsing against us and right before I let myself go, I lean down to her parted lips and press mine to them allowing the blood I took from her neck to drip generously into her mouth. She takes it on a moan, crying out and squirming as I thrust deep into her. My own orgasm shatters, spilling deep inside her.

"Fucking perilous." I thrust again. "God, you are so fucking perilous," I grind out through deep groans as we both come down from our highs.

Lucynda Duquesne is devastating.

Her breathing is still scarce and before I pull out of her, I lean back down and lick the rest of the blood from her neck, this time savoring it for myself.

She watches me; both of our eyes are still shrouded in the darkness that swirls when blood arouses our senses.

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