Page 14 of Unholy Nights

My hips move on their own, rubbing my shaft against her slick pussy, getting me nice and coated so I'll be able to slide inside of her. Every time my stroke ends at her clit, she whimpers in her sleep. On my next pass, the head of my dick slips inside of her and I let out a curse.

The barrier that marks her as untouched, as innocent, stops me from going any further, but I only let it hold me back for a heartbeat before I'm tearing through it. Pushing through herresistance until I'm buried deep inside of her. Until I bottom out. My body shakes as I look down at her, watching for any sign that the pain has woken her. Her face is slack in sleep, her mouth parted on a soft exhale as her cunt ripples and squeezes around me. It's too fucking good. Better than I could have imagined.

It feels like the world has shifted. Like it's moved into alignment.

I've spent so many years of my life, so many decades, without her. And now, finally, we're connected in the most primal way. I can feel the warmth of her body, her soul, wrapping around mine, intertwining us in ways that can't be undone. It's a bond that's been forged in the depths of my twisted heart, a promise that we'll never be apart again.

I'm trembling with the effort of not thrusting, of not taking her hard and fast the way my body wants me to. But I don't want to risk hurting her. She needs a minute to adjust, so I hold my breath and lock my muscles and wait.

She's so fucking tight, it's almost painful as she chokes my dick. This moment is everything I thought it would be and so much more. It's like my entire universe has narrowed down to the point where our bodies are joined, and nothing else matters but the feel of her wrapped around me. I lean down, burying my face in her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin. I'm barely aware of anything beyond the overwhelming sensation of being inside of her, of finally feeling complete.

"Fuck," I bite out, my voice rough and strained. "You fit me so perfectly, little one, like you were made just for me." The words are a low rumble against her ear, and a shiver runs through her body that I feel in mine. Her pussy clenches around me and I nearly lose it.

I brace my hands on either side of her head, lifting my head to watch her face as I finally, finally, start to move. Her dark eyelashes flutter against her pale cheeks as I pull out slowly,indulging in the feel of her body clenching around me, trying to keep me inside. When only the head of my dick is still in her cunt, I pause even as my very soul screams at me to push back inside of her. To fill her up with me.

"You’re bound to me now," I whisper, my fingers grazing her skin, "Every cell, every drop of blood, every atom that makes you who you are—all of it exists for me."

I know she’s not aware of these declarations I’m making in the dark, but I can’t help but say them out loud. Maybe they’ll infiltrate her dreams.

With a slow, controlled thrust, I push back into her, filling her up until our bodies are flush. Until I can't get any deeper. My eyes slip shut and I tilt my head toward the ceiling. I'm lost to the feeling of her. Of this.

When I look back down, there's blood coating my dick and the sheets beneath her thighs. I pull out, watching it drip from her. The sight of it nearly turns me feral. It's the physical evidence that she was a virgin, that she was pure, that no one has been or will be here before or after me. She'll wear my mark inside of her for the rest of eternity. She'll be branded by me from the inside out.

Her blood.

My cum.

Our future.

I push back inside of her, a groan tearing out of me, and I give in to the madness. To the insanity. To the obsession. The desire. The depravity of what I've wanted for so long. I thrust harder, faster, letting go of the last shreds of my control. The bed shakes underneath us as I grip her thigh with one hand and open her wider for me, getting as deep as I possibly can inside of her as my balls tighten and my cock pulses with the need to come. I shift my grip to her ass, tilting her hips so that when I let go, I can do it as deeply as possible inside of her. The head of my dick nudgesagainst her cervix and her mouth opens on a breathy moan as she shifts beneath me.

For a second, I think she's going to wake up.

Right now, I don't give a fuck. Let her.

I can't stop.

The pleasure is building to an unbearable peak, and I can feel it bursting in every nerve ending, firing off like little atomic explosions as I grind into her, chasing the release I've been denied for far too long. Her skin is flushed with pleasure and sleep, and her hair's a tangled mess from her head thrashing back and forth on her pillow.

She's so fucking perfect, and I'm so fucking lucky.

So fucking greedy.

So fucking needy.

So fucking obsessed.

I reach between us, rubbing her clit and watching as the pleasure sparks across her face. It's subtle—the fluttering of her eyelashes, the parting of her lips, the flush on her cheeks. She can't come until after I do. I need her greedy little cunt to suck up my cum, the contractions of her orgasm to help my boys along. But I can start building her toward it now while I'm here on the edge about to fall over.

My muscles tighten as my balls draw up. A groan that feels torn from the depths of my soul bursts from my throat, and my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thigh. I'm on the precipice, and then I'm hurtling over the edge, my hips slamming into her one last time as the most powerful orgasm of my life crashes over me. I can feel the hot rush of my cum flooding her womb, and I let out a choked sob as the pleasure overwhelms me.

It's everything I dreamed of, everything I needed, and more. My heart stutters in my chest as I pump into her, my hips jerking as I fill her with every last drop of the cum I saved up just for her. For this moment. My body shakes with the intensity of myrelease, and I collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck, careful not to crush her. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I ride out the waves of ecstasy.

Once the last of the tremors have subsided, I lift myself up and slide out of her. I fucking hate it when the last inch of my cock pulls out of her body and into the cold. But I need to make her come more than I need to be inside of her right now.

I slide down her body, using my fingers to push the cum that's already leaking out of her pussy back inside while my mouth latches onto her clit. I lick and suck as her hips shift and roll beneath me. The taste of her mixed with me is enough to make me hard again, but I ignore my dick while I focus on getting her off. Her fingers twitch, her hands shifting on the bed above her head and at her side. I'm relentless, flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking on her until her body tightens. Her orgasm is quiet as her pussy ripples and squeezes my fingers and her breathing picks up.

When the little flutters stop, I slide my fingers out of her and shift her limp body over, moving her onto her side before pushing my still hard cock back inside of her. I lick the taste of her off my fingers and come down from the high of what I've just done. A dark satisfaction surges through my veins, sweeter than sin and more intoxicating than any high.

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