Page 44 of Claimed By Midnight

"I want you," I say, my voice a desperate plea. "Please, Uriel.Pleasefuck me."

He thrusts into me, a harsh, dominating force. I cry out, my body struggling to accommodate his size. He stills, his eyes locked onto mine, a wicked smirk on his lips.

"More," he commands. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," I repeat, my voice trembling. "All of you. Harder. Deeper. I want-"

He thrusts again, deeper this time, and I gasp, my nails digging into his back. His mouth finds my neck, teeth biting down, marking me. I buck against him, a cry escaping my lips.

His hand grips my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. "Fight back, little demon," he taunts, his eyes gleaming with cruel pleasure. "Show me what you've got."

I do. I meet his thrusts with my own, my body writhing against his. My teeth find his shoulder, biting down hard. He growls, his body shuddering with pleasure.

"There's that fire," he purrs, his hand sliding down to my breast, squeezing, pinching. I arch into his touch, a gasp escaping me.

His mouth finds mine again, his kiss violent, demanding. His body moves against mine, each thrust a claim, a conquest. I meet him, challenge him, my body aching with pleasure and pain.

He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hand slides down, his thumb finding the sensitive spot between my legs. He rubs, his touch rough, demanding.

"Come for me, little demon," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you want this."

I do. I come apart in his hands, my body convulsing with pleasure. He watches, his eyes burning with satisfaction.

"You look so good listening for once," he growls, his body moving faster, harder. His hand grips my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh. He pulls me against him, his thrusts deep, punishing.

"Bite me," he demands, his voice rough. "Mark me like I've marked you."

I sink my teeth into Uriel's shoulder, hard enough to draw a groan from deep within his chest. His body shudders against mine, his grip on my hips tightening, bruising. I don't care. I want it. I want him.

His wings spread wide, casting shadows that dance on the walls with each brutal thrust. The scent of citrus and metal fills my senses, a heady mix that makes my heart race. His goldencurls brush against my forehead, damp with sweat, and I reach up, grasping a handful, pulling him closer.

"More," I demand, my voice a husky growl I barely recognize. His eyes flash, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he slams into me, harder, deeper. My body aches, covered in bruises from his rough touch, but I revel in it. This is real, raw, unyielding.

"Your little body wants me," he growls, his voice rough with need. "You can fight me all you want, little demon, but you can't hide this."

I can't. I don't want to. I meet his thrusts with my own, my body writhing against his. Each movement sends waves of pleasure and pain coursing through me. I'm lost in him, lost in the storm of sensation.

"Please," I beg, my voice a desperate plea. "I want you to mark me. Really mark me."

His eyes burn into mine, molten gold with desire. He understands. His hand slides down, his thumb finding the sensitive spot between my legs. He rubs, his touch rough, demanding.

"Come for me first," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Show me how much you want this."

I do. I come apart in his hands, my body convulsing with pleasure. He watches, his eyes burning with satisfaction. Then he leans down, his mouth finding mine in a brutal kiss.

"You're mine, little demon," he growls against my lips. His body moves faster, harder. His hand grips my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh. He pulls me against him, his thrusts deep, punishing.

"Please, Uriel," I beg, my voice a husky whisper. "I want to feel you come apart."

A growl rumbles in his chest. His body tenses, his grip on me tightening. He thrusts deep, and I feel him, hot and pulsinginside me. It's incredible, feeling him come apart, feeling him mark me as his.

His body shudders, and he collapses on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. My body aches, bruised and battered, but I've never felt more alive. I've never felt more wanted. I've never felt more like myself.

I am so fucked.

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