Page 67 of Red Ruin

His inner springs pump his textured nubs against my walls.

My blood boils.

Pink stars flash behind my fluttering eyes.

It’s so fuckinghot.

I bounce crookedly, needing more friction. I’m desperate to grind the hard-yet-smooth fin that flutters back and forth.

It hits every aching nerve, stimulating my entrance.

My outer lips.

The sides of my clit.

“Vhex,” I moan and break our kiss.

His sharp fang slips and scores a line along my lower lip.

Instead of blood, I taste smoky candy.

“Ah!”My body tightens and shakes. “I’m— I’m?—”

I bounce, burning and chasing that release.

It doesn’t come.

My hips stutter.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

The heat. His venom. I squeeze the devil’s horn. “I can’t come.”

“Told you it would hurt.” Smirking, Vhex licks my blood. “My turn to fix you.”

He cups my skull and rolls.

The motion thrusts him so deep, my vision whites. When it comes back, he’s on top, filling me with hot ridges and maddening bumps.

My pussy pulses around his width.

I groan. “I hate you right now.”

“Hate me even more.” He thrusts twice—first driving into me, then with his spring-action cock.

The double-pump strokes deep.

I quiver.

“Hate me tonight.”Thrust-thrust. “Hate me in the morning.”Thrust-thrust.

“Hate me so much—” Vhex bites off each word in a thigh-shaking growl.“That you.”Thrust-thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust-thrust.“Take.”Thrust-thrust.“Me.”Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust.“Out.”

His fin grinds my clit and his magic wraps me as tightly as his hands.

We join deeper.

Deeper.

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