Page 93 of Ravaged Saints

I thrash, but it’s useless; he’s unmovable, a mountain of muscle!

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest before he flips me onto my stomach, pinning me against the dirt, and my cheek presses into the leaves.

He yanks my jeans down in one swift motion, and I struggle, but his legs part mine with nothing more than a shift of his weight.

His hand captures both of mine, pinning them above my head.

“Good girl,” he groans, his free hand gliding down. I hear his belt unbuckling and the zipper moving. He groans, and I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Already wet and ready to take my cock!”

I barely have time to suck in a breath before he thrusts in, and I cry out, feeling every piercing on his length stretching me, claiming me.

“You can handle it…take me like a good girl.”

His hips snap forward, his teeth sinking into my neck, and the sharp bite of pain melts with the unbearable pleasure, making me moan.

“Reaper.”

“Fuck.” He groans, his rhythm turning brutal. “You drive me fucking feral when you call me that.”

His thrusts grow erratic, deeper, and rougher, his piercings dragging over something inside me that makes my entire body tighten.

I glance up at my wrists, held in his iron grip, veins bulging, knuckles white.

I did this to him.

I made him lose control.

That thought alone shoves me over the edge.

His free hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he pounds into me, his breath ragged, his sounds nothing but growls and curses.

“You wanted this — now fucking take it.”

He rolls his hips, the piercings on his cock twisting inside me in a way that makes my body jolt, and I can’t even begin to understand the sensation because it’s all so overwhelming, consuming, setting every nerve on fire. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body trembling as the pressure builds higher and higher.

“Harder,” I whimper. I need him to make it hurt!

Knox growls low in his throat, a dark, pleased sound, and obeys. He thrusts so hard that our bodies drag across the dirt, but I don’t care. I can only focus on the way he’s wrecking me. My nails dig into the earth as he grinds his hips again before pulling out just enough to slam back in, and the sudden, brutal stretch tips me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me like a violent storm, ripping the breath from my lungs, vision whitening out, and my entire body locks up before shattering.

I cry out, my walls clenching around him, and Knox groans, his rhythm faltering, and he thrusts deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he spills inside me, his breath hot against my shoulder.

“Fuck, Aspen,” he rasps, leaning into me; his body is still trembling. “You’re gonna give me a fucking heart attack.”

I wince as he pulls out, my body still sensitive, and he catches it immediately.

“Does it hurt?” His tone shifts, less predator and more concern.

“Just a little,” I murmur, turning slowly and brushing dirt from my face and tangled hair.

Knox tucks his cock back into his cargo pants before reaching out, his fingers plucking leaves from my hair. “Want me to carry you, pet?” he asks, a proud, satisfied grin stretching across his face.

I smirk, legs still shaky, his cum dripping into my panties as I push them up along with my jeans, but I refuse to let him win that easily. “I think I can walk.”

His grin widens, his eyes still full of heat. “That means I need to fuck you harder next time,” he purrs, dripping with lust.

A fresh wave of heat rolls through me, and my body is already telling me it’s ready for another round.

Why the hell am I always this horny around them? Oh, right. Because they fuck like the devil’s own disciples — brutal, merciless, and addictive.

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