Page 605 of Rage

“I–I do.”

“Just breathe, little goddess,” he said as he pushed those fingers in deeper.

Such divine pressure spread inside of me, such exquisite pain as my back arched and my head pressed back into the old cushions. Once he almost bottomed out, he drew his fingers out of me again and started thrusting them into me, first slowly, then faster and faster until wet sounds echoed off the stone walls around us. My moans joined them at the same tempo, keening higher and higher until they were all but desperate sobs.

I reached a hand out toward him and he leaned over me. His nose brushed mine as I linked my arms behind his neck.

I felt so safe dwarfed beneath his huge frame. His hellfire warmth enveloped me as he increased the speed of his fingers one more time, the edge of his palm brushing just enough on the sensitive nerves at the apex of my core that I cried out with blissful finality as I came again.

He closed his mouth on mine, devouring the sound as I devoured him. He tasted like darkness and decadence andme.His fingers retreated, leaving me feeling woefully empty. I made a sound of protest in his mouth and he parted from the kiss to laugh darkly.

“You will soon have more than you ever dreamed inside of you, sweet goddess; patience with this servant to your will,” he said.

I bit down on my lower lip and yelped with pain. Wonderingly, I tongued at the edge of my teeth, finding that my canines were longer, sharper–like fangs. He grinned at me, brushing blood from my lip and licking it off his thumb.

He only had one set of elongated canines, now, where he had once had two.

“Teeth to match your bloodthirst, goddess,” he crooned.

He reached down between us and I followed the path of his hand. His dark trousers were suddenly gone and his cock was a monstrous thing in his hand as he palmed himself.

It was slightly darker than the rest of him, almost soot-black against the muted charcoal of his hand. My mouth went dry as he pressed the silken head of it against my opening. His breathing turned rough and ragged as he slowly, patiently slipped inside of me.

The work he’d done preparing me made the sensation, at most, mildly uncomfortable. My legs twitched faintly as a series of raised ridges slipped past the sensitive threshold. He gritted his teeth in a snarl, as if this act of restraint required great effort on his part.

“I want tofuck youmercilessly,” he growled. “My entire body screams for it.”

If I still had a heart, I was certain it would be thudding.

“O-oh?” I gasped.

His eyes appeared dark and ravenous as they met mine. “Yes, goddess,” he said. “I want to ruin you. But I won’t. Not yet. Not in this.”

Despite saying so, his control seemed to slip as his hips rolled and he buried himself deeper inside of me. He dropped his head down beside mine and growled into the cushion. “You are so exquisite. Better than I remember.”

He drove in deeper; deeper than it felt possible. I watched the mound below my stomach distend as he finally bottomed out, his sharp hipbones flush against my inner thighs, forcing them wider apart and tightening his fit.

“Goddess,”he moaned as he slipped back out, ridges catching and making my unfamiliar teeth clatter as I gasped against his shoulder.

He thrust back into me, only slightly after this time. One large hand slid under me, angling me up a little higher at thesmall of my back. That little shift opened new depths to him and he retreated again before plunging even deeper.

This time we moaned together.

“Bite me,”he commanded.

I obeyed, opening my mouth and sinking my sharpened teeth into the spot beneath his clavicle. His hips bucked and I rolled my eyes as I tasted his blood, warm and sweet in my mouth. I lapped at the wound I’d inflicted as he started his rhythmic thrusting into my body.

My brow ached as he sat back, his other hand scooping beneath my upper back as he brought me up with him. My legs were shaky and loose as he tightened his hands around back and kneeled back. Instead of thrusting into me, he sat still while he moved my body, raising and lowering me onto his perfect, swollen cock.

“Name me,” he growled.

“Mmn,” I sighed out. My head was empty of everything but the perfect union of pain and pleasure.

“Name me,”he insisted again, bucking his hips at the same time that he slammed me down onto his cock. I gasped loudly, hands pressing against his chest.

“Wait,”I said uselessly.

He used his thumb to hook one leg higher as he ground his hips in a circular motion and plunged into me again.

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