Page 58 of Claimed By the Damned

"Good girl," he groans. "Such a good little cocksucker for me." His praise, raw and possessive, makes me feel cherished in my submission, my willingness to please him a source of intense pleasure for both of us.

He's throbbing, getting close, but before he can tip over the edge, he pulls me off with a ragged curse. His cock slaps against his stomach, wet and angry.

"Not yet," he growls, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip. "I need to be inside that tight little pussy when I cum."

My whole body shudders at his filthy promise. My nipples are tight, aching, my core clenching around nothing.

"Stand up and strip," he orders, stepping back to give me room, his gaze molten as it moves over me.

I scramble to obey, peeling away my clothes until I am bare and trembling. His eyes darken, and he closes the distance, grabbing my hips, lightly pushing me so my back rests against the wall.

"So fucking beautiful," he breathes against my throat, kissing and nipping his way downward. Then dropping to his knees before me, his hands sliding firmly down my thighs, spreading them wide. He takes a moment, his hot gaze worshipping the juncture of my thighs before looking up at me, intensity burning in his eyes. Then, he hooks my calves, lifting my legs and resting them securely over his broad shoulders.

The position exposes me completely, tilting my hips forward, offering him unrestricted access. My breath hitches at the sheer dominance of the pose, the vulnerability. This is what I needed—to be taken, to be controlled, to have the choice madeforme by someone I trust to be both dominant and careful.

The first swipe of his tongue over my clit is devastating. I cry out, my body trying to instinctively clamp shut, but with my legs anchored over his shoulders, I have nowhere to go. His strong hands grip my ass cheeks, holding me steady against the wall as his assault begins in earnest.

"Stay still," he rumbles, his voice thick against my folds. "Let me feast on this pretty little pussy."

He does—his mouth works magic, licking, sucking, tormenting my clit with agonizing skill until I'm writhing, sobbing his name. At the same time, two of his thick fingers push deep inside my slick heat, stretching me, filling me, curling just right against that sensitive spot high inside my channel. The dual assault overwhelms me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Bastian, please!" I sob, grinding shamelessly against his talented mouth, desperate for more pressure from his unrelenting fingers.

"Come for me, Little One," he commands, his voice muffled but no less potent. "Let Daddy taste your sweet cunt as those pretty little walls clench around my fingers."

The orgasm rips through me, sharp and blinding. I scream, clenching around his fingers, my entire body shaking. He doesn't stop until I am a panting, oversensitive mess.

He rises and kisses me, forcing me to taste my own release on his tongue. I moan into his mouth, drunk on him.

Without warning, he lifts me again, his cock nudging at my soaked entrance.

"You ready to be ruined, Little One?" His question is a challenge, a promise of the obliteration I crave, the kind of ruin that feels like salvation under his care.

"Please, Daddy," I whimper. "I need you inside me." The name feels right, a perfect fit for the role he's playing, the role I desperately need him to fill.

He thrusts in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me until I am gasping, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. The burn is perfect.

"So fucking tight," he groans, forehead pressing to mine. "Like you were made for me."

He starts moving, slow and deep at first, then faster as the pleasure builds. Each thrust slams my back into the wall, each brutal drag against my G-spot makes my eyes roll back.

"Take it," he grits out, fucking me harder. "Take all of Daddy's cock."

"More," I sob. "Please, don't stop."

His hand finds my clit, circling mercilessly. My body tenses, the orgasm racing up my spine.

"Come for me again, Little One. Milk my cock."

I shatter, screaming his name, my body locking around him. He groans, pounding into me a few more times before he buries himself deep and spills inside me, his cock jerking as he fills me with his release.

As he pulls out, he presses his fingers against my opening, pushing his cum deeper.

"You're mine now," he whispers roughly, kissing me through the aftershocks. "So full of me. So fucking perfect."

I cling to him, still trembling, still pulsing. Utterly claimed. And in his claim, in his absolute dominance, I find the anchor I so desperately sought, the fear finally, blessedly, silenced.

Chapter 19: Bound by Need

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