Page 70 of Cursed Shadows 2

So my lips part around nothing but a strangled gasp as he kneels between my spread legs and pushes the head of his cock to the slickness of my heat.

One hand flattened on my middle where my dress is rumpled, he holds me down, but it’s the silent ferocity of his gaze that keeps me rigid and traps a breath in my chest.

It’s all I can do to just stare up at him.

The silence of it, his dominance, hispower.

I don’t dare move.

No warning, he slams himself deep inside of me. And the ferocity of it is instant, the cut of his nails on my torso, the stretching of my walls as he fills me too much, too fast.

My gasp hitches into a cry as my back arches off the mattress. On instinct, my hand slaps down to his, as if to tear his grip from my middle, but I just clutch onto his wrist, my eyes shut against the sudden intrusion.

That thrust in itself was a punishment, I know it.

I don’t get a chance to acclimate. Daxeel spares me no moments to get used to the full sensation, one that borders on an ache, before his nails dig deeper into my torso, enough to draw droplets of blood.

A primal sound crawls up his throat, something desperate and savage—a sound that keeps me still beneath him as he slips back out to the tip, then slams inside of me again.

I grunt at the hard impact—

But my lashes flutter as I stare up at the arched ceiling.

Ihearit.

Daxeel comes with a sudden surge of tension that ripples through his body. A feral groan draws out of him, his fingers digging into the flesh of my tummy, and I feel it, I feel thetremors of his cock against my walls, the pulsations that come with a spread of warmth deep inside of me.

Then his hold on my middle relaxes. Those sharp nails of his slip out of my skin, and the touch of his fingertips turns… tender.

But there is no shame to be found when I flick my gaze to his and see that he’s already watching me, his eyes burning like blue flames through the darkness.

“I thought of nothing else and no one else for all the years you slighted me,” his husky voice is wrought with the climax that ribbons out of him. “Forgive that I’m a little eager, but I promise you, I’m nowhere near finished.” His cock twitches against my walls, a shudder running up his chest. He breathes out the threat with a whisper of exhaustion, “I won’t be kind.”

Then he’s falling over me—drapes himself over me like a shield of darkness. I almost think he’s to kiss me, to love me, as he brings his soft mouth to the curve of my neck. But his mouth finds my shoulder instead and—

He bites, hard.

His teeth tear into my flesh, and the spill of warm blood is fast to follow.

A hollow cry rips through me; a throaty growl rumbles his chest against mine. And he’s thrusting into me again.

The bite is savage.

It’s a punishment.

But it’s one I welcome.

Hooking my legs around his waist, I keep him as trapped inside of me as he keeps me pinned beneath him.

His pace is punishing.

Each thrust is so forceful that I should be fucked up the mattress to the bedhead, but his hand grips my throat for each aching slam of his cock into me.

I find the pleasure in it. Those wispy ribbons of thrills between the aches. I grab onto them with as much desperation as my hands grabbing onto his sides. His skin tears under my fingernails, but he doesn’t falter.

Fuck, I need this. I need the pain of him slamming intome—his hot mouth cascading over the tear that escapes me, that rolls down my cheek.

I need to suffer this exquisite pain.

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