Page 49 of Dark Souls

“You smell fantastic.” She inhaled deeply and moaned. The sound went straight to my dick. “Dark and sinful. Is that what I’m signing up for, Red?”

I groaned, dropping my head back to stare up at the ceiling and fighting for control. Control that I had very little of. Whether it was whatever she was high on or she was always this forward, I wasn’t sure, but my body reacted. My cock was painfully hard against my jeans, throbbing with its own heartbeat. I should go. I should leave her alone. The wild viciousness inside me was threatening to break free, and I couldn’t trust myself to keep it under control. It wanted her. It wanted to own her. To break her. I’d end up hurting her. Scaring her. Traumatising her. I couldn’t be gentle. I didn’t know how. They always think they can handle my darkness, but they never can. And she wasn’t a nobody. She was a royal. Someone I needed to stay away from.

“Look at me,” she ordered. The command coming from such a tiny person was hot as fuck. I glanced down, staring deep into her eyes and seeing only determination. Her gaze dropped to my lips and she licked her own. If she was trying to seduce me, she needn’t bother. I was already hard as a rock for her. “Let me try something.”

Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of my neck and tugged my head down to hers, pressing her soft lips against mine. I stood frozen. My body turned rigid, my arms dangling at my sides as my breath caught in my throat. Her lips were the sweetest sin I’d ever tasted and I couldn’t breathe. I wrenched away, breaking the kiss and grabbing her wrist to pry her off my neck. She blinked up at me in a daze before a deep frown painted her stunning face. I could tell she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap me for refusing her or try to kiss me again.

“I didn’t come here for this,” I said, my voice thick with painful restraint.

“And I don’t kiss just anyone,” she replied with that feisty attitude. “So you should count yourself lucky and kiss me back, idiot.”

I released a bark of laughter, which caused her to snatch her arm out of my grip, stumbling unsteadily on her feet. My hands caught her hips, holding her upright as my laughter died away and I pulled her in closer again. The feel of her small body up against mine was the final straw. A gasp tore through her as I gave in to my primal urges and sunk my face into the crook of her neck, brushing her skin with my fangs before burying my nose in her hair and breathing her in. I felt her melting against me, her fingers fisting the front of my top as her head fell back on a moan.

My voice dropped low and dangerous as I whispered, “I’m not the kind of man that kisses. I’m the kind of man that fucks. And when I fuck, I’m merciless.” My nose drew a path along her cheek until our foreheads were just inches away, her stunning eyes staring up into mine without an ounce of fear. Only damning desire.

“Good. Because I’m not the kind of girl who begs for mercy.”

She dropped to her knees in a flash and tugged down my zipper. I watched her under hooded eyes, making no attempt to stop her. I knew if I had any morals or sensible cells in my body, I should stop this now. She was fucking wasted and would no doubt regret this once she sobered up. But the darkness in me was in charge and it didn’t give a fuck. It wanted to take advantage of this situation. It demanded that I give her what she thought she wanted, just to prove she wasn’t as perfect as she seemed. It demanded that I find out what it felt like to have her body squirming beneath me. To feel the way I’d fit inside her tight pussy and feisty mouth. The need to bury myself inside her, push every fucking limit she had until tears were rolling down her pretty face was an urge I didn’t want to ignore.

When her small hands reached into my boxers and wrapped around my thick cock, pulling it out, my mouth opened and my fangs ached as they elongated. But that wasn’t the only part of my body demanding to be used. Those pink eyes widened and filled with arousal as she took in my size. I waited for the fear to spark in her eyes. But it never came.

“Of course you have a huge, pierced dick.”

She looked elated. Like all her birthdays at come at once. Allowing her tongue to dart out and swirl around my crown before licking up the three frenum ladder piercings on the underside of my cock caused a shiver to race down my spine. A deep throaty groan ripped through my chest, the carnal sound echoing around the room as my need for this little spitfire’s lips wrapped around me became unbearable. I let her take a few more tortuous licks, wetting my length and teasing me with her tongue before my patience and control finally snapped. Fisting the back of her hair, I pulled her off my dick, forcing her to meet my lethal gaze, knowing she’d be looking into the eyes of the true monster within.

“You want me to fuck you? You think you can handle it?” I growled. She grinned, showing her own pearly white teeth and nodded, my fist tightening in her hair. “Then open that pretty little mouth for me and prove it.”

She did as I asked eagerly, leaning up on her knees and placing her hands on my thighs, bracing herself. With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock and the other in her hair, I guided myself into her mouth as she widened for me. Her eyes held mine with defiance that made me groan as I thrust myself deep, hitting the back of her throat with punishing force. I held myself there, narrowing my eyes at her, looking for any sign of her limits. There were none. Instead, she fucking moaned. The sound vibrated around my cock and I threw my head back and hissed. When I finally pulled back, she took a sharp inhale of breath, knowing what was coming before I thrashed my hips forward and choked her once more. She took me deeper, opening her throat for me and I swore into the night. No one had taken me like this before. Allowing the lustful haze to take control, I fucked her mouth relentlessly. Long, hard thrusts caused her eyes to water, smearing that make-up even more as her sharp nails dug into my jeans. But she kept her word. She never asked for mercy. I grabbed the ends of the feather boa and wrapped it twice around her throat before using it like reins to fuck her harder, deeper, choke her until she couldn’t breathe. Instead of panic in her eyes, there was only desire. She reached down, one hand disappearing under her skirt and started playing with herself, causing more moans to vibrate in her throat. I felt my balls tighten and my breathing became ragged as the pleasure overwhelmed me.What the hell was happening?Normally, I felt nothing but rage during sex, unable to ever give into the release. But shit, was I going to come? Before I could comprehend it, my hips jolted, slamming my cock deep down her throat as I released myself inside her with a grunt. She swallowed all of me, causing me to hiss and drop the feather boa in surprise, stepping back from her. I stared down at her tear-stained face as she licked her lips, looking like she was only just getting started. Those stubborn eyes shone with triumph and arousal as my chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Is that all you got, Red? Disappointing,” she taunted, her voice hoarse, giving away just how deep I had been inside her. She was a brat and I fucking loved it.

With that one remark, she’d just awoken the beast. In a flash, I’d grabbed her body off the floor and zoomed us to the bed, throwing her down aggressively and looming over her. She smirked, biting her lower lip as she attempted to lean up on her elbows but I grabbed her boots and yanked her down the bed towards me. My hand disappeared under her skirt to find her pussy bare. Oh shit, how did I forget I had her underwear?

“Choking on my pierced cock has you fucking soaked,” I growled, plunging my fingers inside her. She threw her head back, moaning loudly as my thumb circled her clit and my fingers worked her tight pussy. It would be a mission to force myself to fit in here and I couldn’t fucking wait.

“Is this the part where you're supposed to make me scream?” She breathed through harsh pants, her hips moving against my hand, seeking more friction. I pulled my fingers free, leaving her pussy pulsing and I couldn’t stop the sly grin on my face when a low hiss of frustration escaped her lips as she glared at me.

“Fuck making you scream, love. I’m going to make you forget how to breathe.”

Before she had time to run that mouth again, I flipped her body over, grabbed her hips and pulled her back to me. My dick was still poking out of my jeans, hard as fuck and more than ready for her, as I pushed her skirt up to her waist, exposing that sweet ass and soaking pussy. Her breathing was rapid, showing her excitement as she glanced back over her shoulder at me. I held her gaze, and without warning, yanked her hips back, spearing her on my dick. She gasped and then hissed at the obvious pain taking all of me in one go caused her. Her body attempted to shift forwards when I was met with resistance. Holy fuck. She was soaking but it was still a tight squeeze, feeling her walls clenching down around me, tight enough that it had my cock spasming at just that one thrust.

“Fuck, that hurts so good,” she gasped. My fingers dug into her hips, hating and loving how perfect she was at taking my cock in equal measures. “I’m not trying to be dramatic, but if you don’t start moving, I think I’m going to die.”

A dark chuckle rumbled out of me as the last of my control splintered and gave way to the crazed monster. I pulled out, leaving the head of my dick inside her before shoving back in without mercy, hitting something so deep inside her that had her yelp and tense. I paused, breathing hard.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she panted. I growled, losing my fucking mind. This woman would be my undoing. As I slammed into her, I fisted the feather boa that was still wrapped around her throat, yanking her back. She choked on a gasp as my speed went from hard and deep to rapid and relentless. Clearly, she had a thing for danger. I choked the life out of her while pounding her tight pussy and felt her walls clenching around me. The sinful temptation of sinking my fangs into her neck and drinking her sweet blood was more than I had ever experienced before. I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking badly. Even with my dick buried to the hilt, it wasn’t enough.

Dread mixed with the raw desire pulsed through my veins when reality hit me like a lightning bolt. I wanted to smother my scent all over so no other male would ever dare to come near her. I wanted to mark every inch of her smooth skin in bruises, bites and my cum, so there would be no question who she belonged to. They would fear for their lives if they even thought about coming close to her. The realisation had my head swimming and my heart racing. Violent anger took hold of me. My hips slammed into hers with brutal force. I choked her harder with the makeshift noose. My fangs throbbed and my eyes blazed. I was losing control.

Her hand snapped back behind her, grabbing the back of my neck as she struggled, on the verge of passing out, and something inside me shifted, dragging me back from the edge of sadistic evil. I let go of the feather boa and wrapped my arms around her body, holding her to me as she gasped for an overdue breath. The moment my fingers found her swollen clit, she shattered in my arms, screaming out her orgasm as it tore her apart. Her walls choked my dick in payback, and I lost my fight to hold out any longer, filling her with my cum.

The moment my arms released her, she fell forwards on the bed, completely boneless. I crashed down next to her, rolling onto my back. I stared at the wooden beams above, trying to catch my breath and control the torrent of war raging within me. We were both still fully dressed, our lust for each other too demented to bother with our clothes. What the fuck just happened? I just came. Twice. Why did being inside her make me…feel?Why had it made me feel alive when I shouldn’t feel a thing? There was only one explanation for it, but I couldn’t accept that it was possible.

“Thank the Gods, all my prayers have been answered.” She sighed blissfully next to me as she yanked the feathered string off her throat. I turned my head to face her, finding her eyes already closed. After the amount of alcohol and that rampant fuck, she was close to passing out. My body tensed at her words. I was the last person on Earth she should be praying for. Why wasn’t this woman running for the hills? I’d shown her a glimpse of my darkness and she’d fucking loved it.

“Why would you thank the Gods when it was my dick rocking your damn world,” I grumbled, feeling an uneasiness tightening in my chest from out of nowhere.

She scoffed sleepily. “I always knew my soulmate would be an arrogant asshole.”

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