Page 64 of The Blood Moon Oath

"That okay," I say. "I don't want you gentle. I want you rough. Make it hurt. Make me remember this."

With a feral snarl, Kael slams into me, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I cry out, my back bowing off the mattress as he stretches me wider than I've ever been stretched before.

The pain is intense, bordering on unbearable, but it's mixed with a pleasure so sharp it borders on agony. Tears stream down my face as I struggle to accommodate his size, my body resisting the invasion even as it craves more.

"You're so tight," Kael grits out, his forehead pressed against mine. "So tight and so fucking mine."

He begins to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside me before slamming back in with reckless abandon. Each thrust rocks the bed, the headboard banging against the wall with a rhythmic beat.

I'm lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, my mind consumed by the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed. Every nerve ending is alive, screaming with sensation as Kael pounds into me without mercy.

"Yes!" I wail, my hands scrabbling at his back. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

His response is to grip my hips and pull me onto him, changing the angle of his thrusts so they hit deeper, more sensitive spots inside me. I sob, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Suddenly, he shifts, rolling us over so I'm straddling him. "Ride me," he commands, his hands gripping my hips.

I look down at him, suddenly completely aware of how exposed I am. I move to cover myself and he slaps my hands away.

"Don't you dare cover those perfect tits. I want to see them bounce."

"I..." I stammer. "I don't know how."

He grips my hips, his fingers digging into me and startsto lift, using his strength to move me. "Like this," he says. "I'll guide you."

With a shaky breath, I start to move, rising up on my knees until just the head of his cock remains inside me. Then, slowly, I sink back down, taking him deeper with each descent.

It's awkward at first, my body still adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of being filled so completely. But with each pass, I find a rhythm, my hips swiveling as I ride him.

"Oh god," I moan, my hands bracing on his chest as I pick up speed. The movement causes my breasts to jiggle enticingly above him, and I can feel Kael's eyes glued to the sight.

"Look at you," he growls approvingly. "Such a natural little slut."

I flush at the crude word, but there's no denying the truth in it. I'm losing myself in the pleasure, in the raw, primal connection between us.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks.

I look away from him, shame crawling up my throat but his fingers dig into my hips making me gasp and look at him.

"Don't you dare fucking shy away from me or your desires. Everything you feel, I feel, and I've never felt shame in my life. Especially not from something as pure as this."

He flips us back over again so that I'm beneath him again. There's nowhere to look but up into his eyes.

"It's okay to like what you like, little huntress. Now, tell me," he says, as his slowly slides his cock back into my body. "Did you like it when I called you a slut?"

I nod my head, knowing there's no use lying.

He leans down against my ear and whispers, "Good girl."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I arch into him, desperate for more of that delicious friction. "Yes, I liked it," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "I liked feeling dirty and used, like I was yours entirely."

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, vibrating against me. "That's my girl," he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe. "Now, let's make you feel even filthier."

He starts to move again, his pace increasing until we're a frenzied tangle of limbs and grunts. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our ragged breathing.

I'm lost in the sensations, my mind foggy with lust.

"You're going to come for me like the good little slut you are," he says. "Let go, Sable," Kael urges, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Just feel everything. Let the pleasure consume you."

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