Page 44 of My Bloody Valentine

“This is what you do to me, baby,” he growls. “Make me lose all control. I want to make you mine forever.”

I twist and buck under him, my movements becoming more carnal, driven by a raw, animalistic need. I want to devour him. At this moment, all thoughts of escape vanish, replaced by a fierce desire to possess and be possessed.

“Milk my cock with your tight cunt,” he demands. “Your body was made to take my cock, to squeeze and milk my release. I want to feel your nails in my flesh, little critic. Leave your mark on me as I claim you from the inside.”

His words are a trigger, and my orgasm detonates, ripping a scream from me. The force of my release makes me wild, and I claw his back with my nails.

Adrian lets out a powerful roar as he finds his own release, thrusting into me with such force that it leaves me breathless. Our bodies are soaked in sweat, our skin emblazoned with the marks of our passionate battle.

We remain tangled together, breathing heavily, as what happened sinks in. I feel a symphony of emotions—shame, desire, and a sense of power.

As I trace the marks I left on his chest, a dark thought crosses my mind.

My eyes travel down to the scratches I made on his chest, some still welling with droplets of blood. A carnal craving grips me, and I yearn to lap up his blood like a savage.

I move closer to him, and he watches me like a hawk. Leaning down, I softly kiss his collarbone, my hair brushing his skin. Then, without thinking, I dart my tongue out and lick the fresh wound.

He growls a deep, guttural sound that sends a thrill through me. In this moment, I embrace my true dark side. Adrian has tasted my blood, but now, I return the favor. I relish the heady flavor on my tongue, my eyes fluttering closed as I indulge in this forbidden act.

His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me to another wound, urging me to taste more. My heart hammers in my chest as I submit to his silent command, licking and nipping at his skin. I can feel his arousal growing, his desire matching my own.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice hoarse. “Tasting my blood, knowing you marked me. It turns you on.”

I pull back, my eyes flashing with newfound boldness. “You have no idea,” I whisper, reaching for him, wanting more.

His gaze sharpens. “Oh, but I think I do. You’re a wild one, Maya. You just needed the right catalyst to unleash your true nature.”

I feel empowered by my newfound freedom, even as I recognize the danger lurking in the depths of his eyes. This is a man capable of great passion and great destruction. And I’m addicted to both.

“Catalyst, huh?” I say, running my fingers along his chest, tracing the paths I had clawed into him. “Is that what I am to you? A mere spark for your corrupt desires?”

He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips, and delivers a sensual kiss to my fingertips. “You’re so much more, Maya. You’re the flame that ignites my soul. The darkness that calls to my own. But make no mistake, I won’t be the only one consumed by this fire.”

Adrian’s eyes burn with desire as he guides me atop his muscular frame. I straddle him, feeling his hot breath against my skin. His cock, hard and thick, presses against my core. I lean down, my hair cascading around us like a curtain, and lick the wounds on his chest.

His hand grips my throat, his touch gentle yet commanding. I gasp as he tightens his grip, applying just enough pressure to heighten my senses without cutting off my air supply. I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as he chokes me lightly, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

“Such a beautiful little critic,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “But I think it’s time for you to do the work. Ride me, Maya. Show me how much you want it.”

I’m positioned over his massive cock, and it presses against my slick lips as I rub myself along his length slowly. I glance into his dark eyes, seeing the power and control he craves reflected back at me. I take the lead, sensually rolling my hips as I lift myself up just enough, and then I slowly lower myself onto his thick length.

It feels like coming home.

A strangled moan escapes my lips as I adjust to his size. Adrian’s hand remains around my throat, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. He controls my breath, dictating the pace of our dance.

“That’s it, baby,” he urges. “Take what you want. Show me how badly you need it.”

I rock my hips, grinding myself up and down his shaft, setting a steady rhythm. Each threatening squeeze sends sparks of panic and pleasure through my veins, one feeding the other.

His eyes remain solely focused on mine as he chokes me, challenging me to keep my gaze locked with his. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and indescribably aroused. My head starts to swim as he cuts off my oxygen, making the sensations even more intense.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” he teases, his thumb caressing my pulse point. “The thrill of not being able to breathe, of putting your life in my hands—a killer’s hands. It heightens everything, doesn’t it?”

I nod, my eyes pleading. He understands my desire for this delicate balance of pleasure and fear, of submission and control. I’ve never experienced anything like it, and I’m addicted to the sensation.

“Say it, Maya,” he commands, his voice dripping with power. “Tell me you want me to choke you as you fuck me.”

My voice is hoarse as I struggle to speak with his hand squeezing my throat. “Yes, Adrian. Please. I want you to control my breath while I take your cock. It makes everything feel more intense.”

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