Page 204 of Dark Souls

“That was…” I started but couldn’t find a word worthy enough to describe it.

“New?” He smirked.

“Yeah. New.” I smiled in return. His eyes swept over my face as if he was trying to capture this moment in his memory before landing on my lips. He leaned forwards and tugged my bottom lip between his teeth, causing a bead of blood to form when he released it from his fangs. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he stared at it.

“I think we have a problem.”

“What’s that?” I asked, cocking my head to the side with amusement at the naughty glint in his eyes and the cocky smile that was appearing.

“I’m not sure if we can ever stop fucking you. Now we have your soul and can feel your pleasure so much more intensely. It’s like an addiction. If you thought we were obsessed with you before, you’re about to realise how fucking much we were holding back. And right now, there is no way we are stopping until you beg us.”

I laughed, which turned into a sharp gasp when he pulled out his still hard cock to the tip, only to shove back inside me brutally just to prove his point.

“Hmm, that is quite a predicament to be in.” I moaned against his tongue as it lapped up the blood on my lower lip. “Especially because we have assholes to kill. Hearts to eat. Etcetera.”

“Fuck.” He threw his head back, thrusting into me with so much power I saw stars. “Now you’re talking my love language, Snow, and only making our situation more problematic.”

I chewed my lip between my teeth to fight another giggle as he looked back at my face. Suddenly, he grabbed my neck in one of his hands, pinning me against the glass and restoring instant arousal and the need for him to take me again. But this time, I wanted him untamed. I wanted him raw. The way I knew both Heathen and Luka to be. The way I craved them.

“Seeing you covered in blood is sexy as fuck, but from now on, I only want you covered in mine or your own. No one else’s. You understand?”

My eyes sparkled with desire at his possessiveness as I slowly nodded. His black eyes cast down my chest, feasting on my tits that were coated with blood from my fight but also from drinking him and him drinking me. He reached up, grabbed one of my boobs roughly in his huge hands and covered my nipple with his mouth. I moaned at the sensation of his forked tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive skin until he bit down on it and I cried out. He lapped away the blood and then followed the trail up my chest to my neck, cleaning me as he fucked me hard. Every pound into my pussy slammed me against the glass door and my nails dug into his skin, needing more.

“I’m going to destroy this perfect cunt. And I’m not going to stop unless you tell me to. You can pass out, scream, cry, bite me for all I care, but I won’t stop fucking you unless you say the words, got it?” he growled into my ear.Holy shit.

“I hope you’re not all talk, Red. Because you know how stubborn I am. We could be fucking for days.” I smirked at the wickedness in his eyes, knowing I was tempting him with his own desires.

An irresistible smile appeared on his face in slow motion that was so Heathen and Luka combined it took my breath away. “Oh, Snow. You may have fucked us individually, but you have no idea what you’ve just signed up for by teasing us both together.”

“Shut up and show me then,” I demanded, rolling my eyes like the brat I knew they loved me to be. His eyes narrowed, and he allowed his tongue to roll down one of his razor-sharp fangs, which had me nearly whimpering in anticipation at the dangerous pleasure he was promising.

Suddenly, he dropped me to my feet and spun me around. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my front against the cold glass with his rock-hard body. The juxtaposing sensation of the freezing glass on my tits and the heat of his body against my back had me in a state of bliss already.

“Are you going to take our demon cock like a good girl or are you going to keep being a little fucking brat?” he growled, yanking my hair back until my head was bent so much that I could see him upside down behind me. It would take more than a little hair pulling to put me in my place, and he knew it.

“Hmm, I still think you and your ribbed cock are all talk.”

With sudden brutal strength, he grabbed my hips and hoisted me up to his waist, forcing my legs to wrap around his thighs and my hands to press against the glass for balance. I gasped.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

As soon as he’d finished his sentence, I felt his cock pressing against my entrance and in one intense thrust he was completely inside me and pounded into me with such intense precision and speed, the sounds that rocketed from my mouth weren’t human. Every slam inside me had my tits pressing against the glass and when his hand gripped my hair and his other reached around my front, circling and flicking my clit, it didn’t take long for the orgasm to rip from my body. But he never stopped. If anything, he fucked me harder. Faster. Owned my body and each orgasm that he forced from it like they were trophies he was intent on earning just to prove me wrong. When he used his lust manipulation to make me feel sensations all over my skin that weren’t even there–teasing my asshole, playing with my nipples and flicking my clit as he fucked me furiously–the orgasms became earth-shattering, tearing my body to pieces with each one only to have him give me even more pleasure than I thought possible in the next one.

At some point, he’d turned the shower on, washing all the blood off our bodies as he continued to fuck me relentlessly while massaging me with the soap. I cried, I screamed, but I never demanded him to stop. I knew I even blacked out after one insane orgasm to wake up and find myself still in his arms, holding me up by my throat to keep my head balanced against his shoulder as he continued to pump into me and drink my blood.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, hammering into my pussy as I straddled his lap under the warm head of the shower and leaned back on my hands that were gripping his parted legs. His hands roamed my tits and down my stomach, as his eyes followed their trail until he started watching his cock disappearing inside me with every thrust. “You take us so fucking well, Snow. Look.”

He grabbed the nape of my neck and pulled my spent body forwards, connecting our foreheads as we both glanced down to watch him sliding himself in and out of me like he had been for hours. The sight alone had one more, needless to say, almost painful orgasm erupting inside me and making me shake and cry out so loudly, I felt sorry for all the neighbours. He followed immediately after, swearing and groaning as he came hard and threw his head back under the stream of water. He cut the water off without even moving and, in my delusional state, I was too exhausted to realise he had used his telekinesis. My whole body flopped onto his, and he wrapped his arms around me, his hard dick still buried inside. There was no doubt he’d be ready to go again in a few minutes. For the first time in my life, I was happy to admit I had been proven wrong. He really would keep fucking me until I told him to stop.

“No more,” I muttered, barely audible as he ran his fingers down my damp hair and I closed my eyes. “No fucking more.”

“What was that?” I heard the smirk in his tone without even lifting my head to look at him.

“You win. You’re obsessed. You’re a sex demon. You can go for days. I get it. You win.”

“I think we both win.” He chuckled, leaning down and kissing the top of my head that was resting against his chest. “Do I get a reward for winning?”

My head snapped up as I glared at him. He broke into a handsome smile that made a flutter in my stomach. That flutter came with a loud grumble.

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