Page 68 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness
Yes, I should’ve been disgusted. But I wasn’t. I knew that outside of our games I was Kylo’s equal.
Which was why I let him treat me like I was his plaything instead.
His coaxing shadow drew another orgasm from me as I trembled beneath him. Kylo captured my lips with his, drinking my release and accompanying moan. He rocked gently as I settled.
The break was short-lived. Kylo manhandled me into various positions, his goal always to hit as deep as possible. My back was arched now as he took me from behind, every once in a while delivering spanks and getting high off my cries of pain.
The shadow that had played with my clit now rested on my thigh, and I heard those two words again, words that were clearly tormenting Kylo just as they’d once tormented me.
My bride.
And the more violently Kylo claimed me, the safer I felt in his strong hands. Because I knew he’d never let me go. My Dark God would always protect me from the true monsters that plagued this realm.
He pushed me down onto my stomach, still inside me. My legs trembled as he slid in and out. His fangs pierced the fleshy part of my shoulder, feeding as his cock twitched inside me.
I sank deeper into the carpet as Kylo drank from me and held me down, using me to his satisfaction.
He pulled back and flipped me over. His eyes were appraising as he studied my body. I was lost to the waves of venomous pleasure coursing through my blood.
His hand rested above my womb. His gaze was dark and final. “It’s extremely difficult for me to decide where to mark you with my cum,” he hissed. “I want it dripping out of every single one of your pretty pink holes.”
And it was hard for me to disagree with that sentiment in my current state, suddenly empty without him inside me.
I watched Kylo stroke himself as he continued to appraise me like I was a piece of fine art.
Suddenly his eyes snapped to my face and stayed there.
Bathing in pleasure, I reached a hand to my collar, perplexed by the immense relief it afforded me. My eternal quest for certainty was at long last quenched.
A feral noise escaped Kylo. Two shadows yanked my legs apart and bound them. Kylo slapped my pussy, his eyes lighting up when I yelped. The sound of pain quickly transformed into mewls of pleasure as a shadow filled me, angling against my internal center of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Kylo soothed.
He kneeled by my face and stroked my hair. I relaxed, subdued by yet another mounting release. He lifted my head,cradling it as his cock slowly eased inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked as Kylo continued to praise me.
“I’m going to mark this pretty face,” Kylo said. “I need to see you painted with me, baby.”
I moaned against his cock, and the shadow inside me expanded.
When Kylo forced another violent orgasm from deep inside me, I barely noticed him withdrawing his cock from my mouth. His hand closed over my collar.
“Keep that pretty mouth open.”
I obeyed, and warm liquid fell against my lips, my tongue, my cheeks. The addictive, masculine taste of him was some kind of drug.
“What a perfect angel,” he said softly. “You look so pretty with my cum on your face, sweetheart.”
His throaty groan was equally addictive. I waited patiently, mouth open.
“Swallow.”
I slowly opened my eyes as I licked my lips and swallowed his seed.
He thumbed the pink bow at the center of my collar, his gaze roaming over my face with immense satisfaction. The intensity hadn’t lessened.
And the intensity didn’t lessen as he praised me, only touching me gently now. He showed me careful tenderness as I came back down to earth. But his protective possessiveness was a steady thrum of power as he bathed me and made sure I felt safe.
It was unwavering, this shift in him. I knew without a doubt that he was imagining every single way he could murder Lord Aster, as mercilessly and as soon as possible.
