Page 32 of Ravaging Red
“Because I didn’t want anything hindering you from feeling what it’s like for a monster to rip you apart.”
“It feels…good,” I moaned, letting my head fall back.
“It heals you. And I wanted to see you break for me.”
“I heal on my own,” I moaned.
“What?” He stilled, holding me in place. What do you mean by that, Red?”
“I-I don’t know. But I changed after you touched me.”
“How?” His concern was apparent as he pressed his forehead to mine. “Tell me, Red.”
“My senses are heightened, and I can heal on my own.”
“Fuck,” his cock twitched inside me, spilling more seed into me.
“Wh-what will your seed do to me?” I shuddered in his arms, enjoying the feeling.
“It won’t hurt you. You’ll take me easier. Don’t worry, little mate. This all just means we were fated.”
He loosened his grip on my hips so he could slowly pull back. I whimpered as my pussy pulsed around him, milking another gush of precum into me. Then he pushed back in, sliding more of himself into me. I thought it impossible, but he stretched me wider, inch by impossibly thick inch. I could feel every throb, every pulse of blood through his cock.
“I can’t,” I cried out, thighs shaking.
“You can,” he growled, possessive and rough. “Youwill. This body was meant for me.”
He gripped my hips and thrust harder, burying the last of his length inside with a wet suctioned sound that made my vision blur. The burn turned to ecstasy, heat blooming in my belly, radiating through my limbs. We both fell back against the soft mattress.
“You’re full,” he murmured. “So fucking full of your monster. Look at you…my mate’s tiny cunt wrapped around every inch of me.”
I blinked up at him, stunned. He was all the way inside me. And then he smiled down at me. A wide, wicked, monstrous smile. “Now I willfuckyou.”
Without anymore hesitation, he began to jerk his hips, fucking me like he wanted to shatter me. He was brutal, deep andviolent. The bed slammed against the wall, creaking, groaning, thencrackingunder the weight of him. The leather bit into my wrists as my arms yanked against the restraints, the rhythm of his cock pounding into my core, finally destroying me.
I screamed his name over and over. “Rael!”
He howled, slamming into me harder. The wooden postssplintered. My wrists tore free, and I didn’t hesitate, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, clung to him as his massive cock slid in and out of me, clung to him like he was the only thing left in both our worlds.
And maybe he was.
He slid back on his haunches, lifting me easily, like I weighed nothing. I cried out as his cock shifted inside me, deeper from this new angle.
He cradled me in his lap, and I began to rock, helpless and aching,drunkon him.
I felt the pulse of his knot beginning to swell at the base, and my body betrayed me again, arching up into him, clenching, aching.
He laughed low. “There's my perfect little mate.”
Every thrust after that was meant to remind me I didn’t belong to myself anymore.
And the worst part?
I didn’t want to.
His hands moved to my ass, guiding me, lifting me up and dragging me back down, making sure I took him again and again, the stretch of his knot pushing at my entrance, threatening to lock me in place.
“You were made for this,” he growled, mouth closing around my breast, sucking hard as he thrust up. “You were made for this cock. Look at you. Bouncing for me. Dripping for me.”
