Page 91 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness
Your beauty, your mysteries, your feisty spirit.
He bit my lower lip as I gasped in pain. I tasted copper, and Kylo’s tongue followed the trail of blood he’d spilled. He sucked now, and my eyes rolled back, his venomous saliva entering my bloodstream.
Your promised husband.
I knew I was leaving a wet spot on Kylo’s pants now, and the moment I flooded with hot embarrassment, Kylo chuckled and pulled back.
Lavish destiny.
He gripped my face. “Yes, angel. You did make a mess on my leg with your greedy little pussy.”
I whimpered, and he pressed harder against me.
My dearest lost bride.
Kylo’s thread of control snapped. He pulled his leg back and plunged two of his long fingers inside me.
“Whose pussy is this?” he growled, voice trembling with fury.
“Yours. Forever.”
My own words shook as they left my lips because his fingers now fucked me violently, arching against a spot that left me breathless and overwhelmed with sensation.
“Pathetically wet as always,” he said, mocking me with fake pity. “Tell me how much you love being my messy little toy.”
“I love it,” I cried, an orgasm already threatening to tear through me.
As soon as I took a step off the precipice, Kylo yanked his fingers out.
When I collapsed into a betrayed, frustrated cry, he only smiled at me.
Kylo reached behind me, unclasping my dress and pulling it off me as he ignored all of my whines.
A shadow wrapped around my wrists and yanked them above my head.
He left me there, nude and deprived, as I wiggled and attempted to rub my thighs together. I was desperate, the orgasm running farther away.
Another set of shadows yanked my legs apart and rooted them to the floor.
“I don’t want you to come, angel,” Kylo hissed. “So you won’t. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and I stopped wiggling. The coldness in his voice triggered my instinctive need to please and the terror of feeling like I was in trouble.
Kylo saw the shift in my face and immediately softened. “Who is in control?”
“You,” I answered.
He needed this. He needed this as badly as I did, both of us healing the deepest, wounded parts of ourselves within this game of power.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I let go of a tense exhale, his affirmation soothing me as intended.
And this was why I ceded to Kylo in this way, why I trusted him with this authority over me even when we were in disagreement. Because I knew he wouldnevertake anger or malice out on me. He would treat me with love and dignity even when it took the form of sexy violence.
His gaze raked over my body.
“I own you, angel,” he said. “If you’re anyone’s destined bride, it’s fucking mine.”
