Page 29 of The Devil's Hunt

I nodded weakly, my body still adjusting to the intrusion.

"This next part is going to hurt. Just remember to breathe," he reminded me.

As he plunged into me, a searing pain shot through my body, and tears blurred my vision. It felt like my insides were being ripped apart, and I fought the nausea that filled my stomach.

"You're too big," I whimpered, clenching my thighs.

"Breathe through it, baby," he whispered against my neck, biting down hard, his teeth leaving an imprint on my skin, distracting me from the throbbing pain inside of me—a mark to show that I belonged to him and him alone. I winced but nodded, pain and pleasure overwhelming my senses.

He quickened his pace, his every thrust causing a different sensation to ripple through me. I gripped his hips, trying to gain somecontrol, but I was at his mercy. I moaned, and his thrusts became more fervent, his body slapping against mine with a nearly primal rhythm. I clung to him, knowing that I was where I belonged—beneath him, at his mercy. I wanted him—his mark on me, his name on my lips, and his cock filling me until there was nowhere left for him to go but deep within my very soul.

The pain of his thrusts eased, replaced by a fierce lust that pulsed through my veins, urging me on. I met his every move, my hips rising to meet his, and our bodies became one. His eyes locked onto mine, possessive and intense, and I fed off his animalistic hunger for me. His hands gripped my waist, and he pulled me closer with each thrust, his breaths becoming quicker, his face contorting into a mask of desire. His lips found mine, and we kissed hungrily, our tongues dancing in a wild, primal ballet.

He grabbed my legs and spread them wider apart, going deeper than I thought was possible, hitting a spot inside of me that sent warming shockwaves of euphoria coursing through my veins.

"Your pussy was made for my cock," he groaned, his body tensing with each thrust.

My walls tightened around him, clamping down on him as I began to lose control. I arched my back, meeting his every thrust, my body craving more of him.

All of him.

"That's it," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take it all. Let me become a part of you forever."

I screamed his name as my orgasm took over my entire body, waves of intense pleasure pulling me into oblivion. He thrust me into the sky, high above the clouds, forcing me into a feverish delirium. It was as if I was being consumed by fire and ice all at once, and I didn't want this feeling to end. With one final powerful thrust, he spilled himself inside me, scorching me with his hot cum, filling me to the brim.

He collapsed on top of me, our chests heaving with ragged breaths. We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, my legs wrapped around him, his cock still buried deep inside of me. Hegently pulled out of me, leaving a trail of his cum on my inner thighs. He leaned down and licked the moisture from my skin, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're mine now," he said, dark promise laced upon his words.

I couldn't find the words to respond, my mind still reeling from the experience. My body was slick with sweat, and I could feel his cum leaking out of me, making my skin feel even more sensitive. I reached down to touch myself, feeling the evidence of what had just happened between us, and he watched me with a look of pride on his face.

"Now, no one else will ever be enough for you."

I didn't need to ask. I knew what he wanted, and I had become consumed with the need to be owned. I belonged to him, and he belonged to me. At that moment, he had become a part of me.

He would never let me go, and I didn't want him to.

11

ELEVEN

MILA

My body was riddled with exhaustion, drained of all energy, between the loss of the high I had from the pill Maddie gave me, and the intense lovemaking with a man that seemed otherworldly. As Archer hoisted me in his arms and carried me into the bathroom, I could barely keep my eyes open. The massive bathtub stood as a centerpiece, adorned with intricate stone patterns resembling ancient Greek architecture. Every muscle in my body throbbed. Most of the pain now settled between my thighs. He gently lay me in the hot water, and I winced when it hit my raw, swollen pussy. I looked up at him, and my eyes centered on his cock. He was covered in blood.

Myblood.

It coated his thighs and covered his erection. Even now, he was hard. I blushed as I thought about what we had done and looked away, nervously fidgeting with my hands.

"Don't look away," he softly scolded me. "I want you to see your innocence coating my dick. Marking me as yours."

My breath hitched as his gaze bore into me. "I didn't realize there would be so much," I responded truthfully, looking up at him.

Archer's eyes sparkled with amusement and a hint of desire as hegently ran his hand along the length of his erection and smeared it across his mouth, running his tongue across his lips. There was something undeniably primal about giving myself to him. Something that went beyond the realm of lust and desire. A connection so deep that I felt as though my very soul had been torn open and bound to his.

He leaned down and kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine. I tasted the iron of my blood mingled with the saltiness of his sweat. Our tongues danced together, and I smiled as I thought about how I gave myself to him willingly, and how good it felt to be wanted by him, body and soul.

He slid into the water behind me, pulling my aching body against him. Bright red blood rose to the surface, swirling amidst the eucalyptus-scented bubbles, reminding me that I was no longer innocent.

With a tender kiss on the back of my neck, he reached between my legs and gently ran his fingers across my skin. His touch was both agonizing and arousing. I couldn't help but gasp as he gently massaged my tender skin. I lay my head back against his chest and let him wash my blood and his cum from me. His fingers continued to trace gentle patterns on my skin as the bubbles and steam danced around us.

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