Page 28 of His Angel

She stiffens and looks at my hand, embarrassment replacing the post-orgasm blush on her cheek. “Oh. Shit.” She pulls away. “I’m sorry?—”

I grab her hip and pull her back, pinning her beneath me. “Don’t fucking move.”

“I have to?—”

“All you have to do is spread those legs so I can fuck your bloody cunt raw.”

“But I’m on my period.”

My cock throbs harder, leaking precum now, painfully stiff, something feral clawing its way up my spine, and I snarl at her hesitation.

“I don’t care that you’re bleeding. In fact, it only makes me want to be inside you even more.”

The shock in her eyes gives way to another blush, and I revel in the color flooding her cheeks.

“This reminds me of the night I fucked you for the first time, when your virgin cunt bled all over my cock.” I sit up on my knees, gazing down at her. “You wanna know what I did while you showered?”

She’s squirming, biting her lip, so shy and delicious. When she tries to close her thighs, I jerk them open again, sliding my fingers through her wet cunt, and my breath catches, ragged and wild, as I stare at the faint red on my fingers.

It’s not just her cum—it’s her blood, her essence, and it’s got me raging hard.

I press my hand to the scar on my stomach. “Your blood was all over me,” I growl, dragging her hips down until her pussy’s kissing my cock. “So I cut myself,” her lips part in a gasp, “sliced my skin so your blood could mix with mine.” I nudge my tip against her dripping entrance. “I’d just been inside you, and I needed you inside me too.” I slam into her, hard and deep, jolting her with the force, and she cries out, her cunt gripping me like a vise. “Your blood owns me, Everly. It makes me lose my goddamn mind.”

My chest heaves, every breath a snarl, and I feel like a beast unchained, driven by a hunger so deep it’s carved into my bones. She’s mine, bleeding for me, and the sight of it—her blood on my cock—stirs something so possessive, so savage, I can barely think straight.

I flip her onto her stomach, and she gasps, clawing at the sheets.

“Isaia,” she moans, all lust and no fear, and it’s fuel on my fire.

I yank her ass up, spreading her wide, and ram into her, burying my cock balls-deep in her bloody heat. She’s molten, slick with cum and blood, and it’s so filthy, so dirty I can’t see straight.

I fuck her slowly at first, watching my cock sink into her dripping hole, pulling out to see that gorgeous red coat me again.

“Look at that,” I snarl, biting my lip as the sight burns through me. “Your bloody cunt painting my cock. It’s fucking beautiful.”

“Oh, God,” she moans as I drive back in, but this time I lose it. I lose all control to taste and savor. I want to fucking devour, pounding into her like a rutting beast, my hands bruising her hips.

“You feel that?” I snarl, my voice barely human. “That’s me taking you, every inch, every drop. You bleed, and I’m the one who gets it.” The bed slams the wall, the wet slap of her pussy taking me echoing, loud and nasty, and I’m lost in it, drowning in her.

My vision whites out as she shoves back, riding my thrusts, as twisted up in it as I am. Her moans turn to cries, high and desperate, and I feel her clench around me, her body trembling under the onslaught.

The sight of her blood on my cock as I pull back fuels me—faint streaks of red against my skin—her juices making a sticky mess on her thighs.

“I’ve never fucked a girl on her period before.” I keep plowing her from behind, the force causing her shoulders to collapse onto the mattress, and she’s pushing her ass out to me even more, opening those hips so I can fuck her deeper. “It’s like your pussy’s even slicker, hotter, like your body’s in fucking heat, dripping and desperate for me to breed it.”

“Oh, God, yes,” she pants, arching her back, sucking me in deeper, and my hand snaps across her ass, loving the way the pale flesh bounces under my palm.

“You want that, don't you?” I spit out, her answering mewl muffled as her face presses into the sheets. “To be bred?”

With a snarl, I grab her hair and yank her up, and she shrieks from the pain, but I’m too far gone to care. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she cries.

“Good fucking girl.” I let go of her hair, forcing her back down, shoulders pressing into the bed, ass up and pussy offered, getting rammed and used.

My cock swells, my balls tighten, the familiar surge of release building at the base of my spine, and her hands claw into the sheets, knuckles whitening.

“Mine,” I grunt, the word tearing out of me as I fuck her harder, deeper, like I can imprint myself into her soul. The possessiveness consumes me, a wildfire raging through my veins, and I want her to feel it, to know she belongs to me in this raw, primal way. Her blood on me is a claim, a bond, and I’m drunk on it, lost in the lust that’s clawing me apart.

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