Page 30 of The Devil's Hunt

The water began to change color, a deep crimson hue spreading to the surface. "Your body was made to be mine, and I'll take every last drop of you until you're kneeling in front of me, begging for a taste."

"What if I resist?" I teased, trying to mask my desire with playful defiance.

"Then you'll learn that resistance is futile," he whispered as he planted kisses down my neck and nipped at my collarbone. He reached between my legs again, this time firmly gripping me, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my entire body. "You'll beg me for more," he promised, his voice dark and seductive.

I moaned, my insides twisting in a knot.

"I love how your body responds to me," he whispered.

He continued to caress me, his fingers dancing across my skin. Hisdominance was intoxicating, and I found myself craving his touch more than ever before. As if reading my mind, he pulled me closer. I turned around to straddle him and let out a soft whimper as his cock pushed inside of me.

"Oh, God," I breathed, clinging to his neck and shifting my body to relieve the pressure as he stretched me again.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked.

I could feel the sincerity in his words. I ran my fingers through his hair, yanking his head back as I lowered myself onto him, slowly moving up and down. From this position, I could control the angle and the depth of his penetration. With each stroke, he bit his lip, trying to contain his pleasure, but the sound of wetness echoing in the bathroom seemed to fuel him even more. His eyes never left mine, and I could see the hunger that had been in them all night.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"You're a monster," I replied through gritted teeth, my voice shaking as I tried to process the intensity of what was happening.

"Look at the way you're riding me, relaxing into it," he said, smirking. "You love it, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of his thrusts.

"Say it louder," he commanded, his eyes narrowing.

"I love it," I exclaimed, my voice finally ringing out.

He grinned, his thrusts growing more erratic. The water filled with more blood, the color deepening as it swirled around us. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked into his eyes, his grip tightening on my hips with each plunge. I moaned in pleasure and pain as the throbbing ache between my legs grew stronger by the second. His eyes were locked on mine, his gaze intense and possessive, our bodies undulating in a dark dance of dominance and submission.

"Harder," I whispered. "Fuck me harder."

He didn't need to be told twice. He changed the angle of his hips, digging his fingers into me, thrusting deeper and harder, scraping against the sensitive flesh of my inner walls. With each stroke, mybreath hitched, and my head fell forward, my long hair falling around us.

His body tensed and strained as the moment of release approached. His cock pulsed inside of me, and I knew that he was about to fill me with everything he had left.

"Archer, don't stop," I pleaded, my voice shaking. "Take me. Take everything."

He slammed into me, his hips driving against my wet flesh. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the fire of possession burning within them. As my orgasm surged through me, I cried out, my body arching off his, tension coiling tight within like a spring before snapping, releasing a torrent of pleasure that left me breathless, my body shaking. It was the rush of a thousand wings, the heat of a thousand suns, and the bursting of a thousand dams as I flew off the edge and into the abyss with him. My body surrendered to every sensation, and my voice unleashed a symphony of pleasure. My lips were bruised from biting down on them, my mouth dry, and my throat raw from the sounds that escaped.

His fingers dug into my hips, the sound of our wet skin slapping together blending with his grunts and groans. A surge of warmth exploded inside of me, his cock pulsating with every last drop of his cum. His body trembled, and his head fell back, his eyes closed.

I took this opportunity to run my fingers through his hair, tracing the lines of his scalp and feeling the wetness of the water against my skin. Blood and cum covered us, a twisted dance of desire and violence. I kissed his neck, my mouth lingering against his wet skin, his heartbeat thudding beneath my lips. The heady mix of blood and sweat left me intoxicated.

My mind was caught in a state of euphoria; I hardly noticed when he picked me up out of the tub and dried me off. At some point, he wrapped me up in a blanket and nestled up behind me on the bed, and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

When I woke,there was sunlight shining through a slit in the black velvet curtains that covered his windows. Stretching my arms above my head, I yawned and rolled over, feeling for his warm body. My hands found only cold sheets, empty of the man that held me last night. I sat up, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and looked around to find I was alone in his room.

The room itself was a reflection of his enigmatic nature. Dark wooden furniture adorned with intricate carvings filled the space, their polished surfaces gleaming in the sunlight. My eyes wandered over a collection of antique trinkets displayed on the mantelpiece, each with its own mysterious story. The air carried a faint scent of his cologne—sandalwood and tobacco—as if he had left only moments ago. There were shelves upon shelves of books lining the walls in the corner of his room. I ran my fingers along the spines, feeling the texture under my touch.Dante's Inferno.

Interesting.

My curiosity was interrupted by loud knocks on the door. I tiptoed into the bathroom, searching for a robe. I grabbed a cream robe hanging from a hook next to the shower and had barely made it back to the bed when the door opened, and my blonde best friend stomped inside. She stood near the doorway, annoyance and concern etched across her face.

"Mila? I've been calling you for hours," she stated.

"I haven't seen my phone since last night... before falling into the quarry."

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