Page 86 of Acedia

Were we really doing this? I should have probably thought out the potential ramifications for our relationship going forward. But that was going to have to be a problem for Future Damen because my cock wasn’t in the mood for thinking and it was making all the decisions right now.

I wrapped my fist around my shaft, squeezing the burgeoning swell of my knot.

Don’t knot her.

“Is this pussy ready for me?” I asked, notching the tip of my cock at her entrance, suppressing a groan at how good just that felt.

Iris didn’t even answer—not verbally. She grabbed my shoulders and slowly sank down, letting gravity do the work, at least at first. Eventually she gave my shoulders a squeeze of encouragement, and I held her hips, helping her take the rest of me.

“Fuck, Iris,” I rasped, pushing in slowly, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. “You feelincredible. Are you okay, my princess? How are you feeling?”

“Good,” she replied. Each shaky breath made her breasts rise spectacularly.

The hollow pit that was my nearly empty power reserves filled at an almost overwhelming speed as I fed from Iris’s lust. It wasmore pure, more satisfying, moredecadentthan any fear I’d ever fed on in the human realm.

I could very easily get addicted to this.

“What can I do to make it even better? Do you want to lie down?”

Iris smiled, leaning in to clumsily kiss the tip of my nose. “Yes, please.”

“Hold on, princess.” I banded one arm around her waist, keeping her securely in place—on my cock, which I felt very strongly was where she was meant to be—and carefully rolled us until she was lying on her back and my hands were braced on either side of her head.

“Come closer,” Iris whispered, running her hands over my chest. “I want to hold you.”

Fuck me. Maybe I should just bite her. She’d probably forgive me someday, right?

No. The idea of Iris being mad at me for even a second was agony. I wasn’t about to be another suffocating presence in her life—she’d already had plenty of those.

I lowered my weight onto my forearms, bringing my chest close to hers, and Iris immediately buried her face in the crook of my neck, wrapping her arms around me as much as she could, nails scratching my back.

She held on to me like she’d die if she let go. I knew the feeling.

However close she was, I wanted more. I wanted to be connected to her in a way that couldn’t be undone.

It wasn’t just a want. It was a need. A craving like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

I turned my head to press my lips to her hair, sliding one hand beneath her neck to keep her face close to mine.

“Iris,” I groaned, rocking my hips, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each movement. “Princess. I’m fucking obsessed with you, did you know that?”

She nodded fervently against my shoulder, teasing my skin with her own delicate teeth and tongue as though she wanted to mark me just as much as I wanted to mark her.

Whatwasthis sensation? I was almost feral with want.

“I need you to be obsessed with me too,” I rasped, shifting my hand so I could gently tug her silky hair again, my claws faintly scratching her scalp.

“I am,” Iris whined, planting her heels in the mattress so she could match my movements. We both sucked in a breath as I went deeper, her cunt clenching tightly around the base of my shaft.

“You better be. You’re mine in all the ways that matter, Iris. I’m not letting you go.”

Iris whimpered greedily as I used my hold on her hair to pull her head to the side, my tongue teasing a spot on her exposed throat.

Don’t bite her.

But if I was going to bite her, that’s exactly where I would put it. Nice and high up, front and center, so no one could miss it.

“Don’t let me go,” Iris whispered, digging her nails into my skin as best she could. “Please don’t let me go.”

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