Page 57 of Ravaged Saints

She whimpers, her breath coming faster with each motion, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. “God, Knox,” she moans, the sound like a siren, pulling me deeper into the abyss.

I lose control—just for a second, and I thrust the rest of my cock inside her. Her body stills; she holds her breath, and I stop, my eyes locked on hers as they close.

“Aspen,” I whisper roughly.

Her eyes snap open, a proud smile curling her lips.

“You’re all in,” she says, and I chuckle, the sound low and dark.

“I am,” I breathe out and start moving again, feeling how hot and tight she is around me, how fucking wet and perfect she feels.

“Harder,” she begs, and I stop, eyebrows shooting up. What the actual fuck?

“Aspen, no—”

She interrupts me, with low purr, “Harder, Reaper.”

The sound of my nickname on her lips snaps the last shred of control I had. It’s a trigger, and before I can stop it, I pull back, snapping my hand to her throat, and pressing firmly on the side.

“Remember your fucking safe word, Aspen,” I growl.

With my free hand, I grab her hip and thrust in and out so hard the headboard beats against the wall. Her moans are loud, and the sound of our naked skin slapping echoes in the room.

Gripping her neck, I see her face getting paler, lips turning a slight tone of purple, so I release her for a second. She breathes heavily, and I grip her neck again.

Fucking her hard, my fingers bruising her skin, I tilt my head back, fighting the orgasm building up.

Removing the hand from her hip, I press my thumb on her clit, circling it with pressure to make her back arch.

“Knox, release my arms!” She begs, cracking as she struggles to breathe under my grip.

“No! You can take it like this.” I grunt as I feel her pussy becoming hotter, her warm arousal covering my cock, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her breathing becoming shallow.

I release her neck and slap her breasts, “Come on, my little slut, come for me.” She yelps at the sting in her breast, but I don’t stop, my cock punishing her pussy, my hand already on her neck as my finger presses on her clit.

I move my hips so that my piercings rub the right spot inside her pussy, and she screams out, her body convulsing under me. Her legs try to shut close, her back arching off the mattress, tears falling on her rosy cheeks, and her lips opening to try and bring in more air.

Her pussy is like a fucking straitjacket as she comes, pulsing around my dick so hard it brings me closer to my orgasm. I let her neck go, and she struggles to breathe. With both my hands on her hips, I fuck her like a feral beast, I grunt out as an electric pulse comes down my spine straight to my cock, and I spill it all inside the fucking condom, my body trembling.

Leaning into her, I press my elbows on the bed, careful not to crush her beneath my weight. “Fuck, Aspen,” I sigh, still trying to catch my breath.

Her teary eyes meet mine, and the guilt stabs through my chest, my heart tightening.

“Are you okay?” I murmur, softly now, the primal need to control and possess slipping away. I reach for the belt, but the sight of the red marks on her wrists makes me realize I pushed her too far.

She winces as she pulls her arms down, brushing her hands over her face, and panic surges through me, every muscle in my body locking up. I pull away, removing my cock from her, dread pooling in my chest as I think I hurt her more than I meant to. My hands tremble as I move to get off the bed, but her arms snap up, and she grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer to her.

“This was amazing,” she whispers, her lips brushing my skin in a soft kiss. Her words hit me like a rock, and I let out the biggest fucking breath of relief.

“Fuck, Aspen, I thought—” I trail off. The guilt is still here, but so is the fire.

“It was perfect,” she murmurs, her voice steady and warm, soothing me. “So perfect, Knox.” Her hand moves to my hair, her fingers threading through it in a gentle, grounding motion, and I close my eyes.

Relief crashes through me, but there’s still that fire in my chest, that urge to protect and claim. I smile, as I lean down to her, my lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss; my tongue sweeps against hers, tasting her, pulling her closer, needing to feel her body against me.

“Let’s take care of you now,” I say, pulling back.

She raises an amused eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Oh, this is the aftercare, right?” There’s a teasing glint in her eyes.

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