Page 31 of Ravaging Red
“You finally said it,” he growled, his voice unrecognizable now. A sound filled with satisfaction. “Begged like you should have from the beginning.
Rael growled, low and pleased. The feel of his claws tracing up my sides, dragging lightly over my ribs and around to my back, made me shiver. His hot breath washed over my skin as he shifted beneath me.
“You’re ready,” he murmured, his voice was like dark silky heat, and hunger was wrapped in each syllable. “So wet and ready for your monster cock. Dripping all over me knowing what’s about to happen to your sweet little cunt.”
I hated how my pussy throbbed from his threats. His words instilled fear in me but deep down inside, I wanted to hear more.He continued to tease my swollen lips, and I moaned without meaning to. That sound, that broken sound, made his hips jerk.
“I should take you hard,” he said. “Split you open and fuck you until your mind melts. You’re already half gone. You can’t deny you like being at my mercy. You like being owned, little Red.”
“I don’t…” I tried, but I was lying, and we both knew it.
His voice dropped, all gravelly, and full of sex and dominance. “We’ll see about that. But keep fighting, little Red. Keep rejecting your monster.”
He licked my throat, his voice growing deeper with arousal. “Because the more you do, the more I’ll force myself deep inside you.”
His cock was too fat, too long, its veins pulsed along its length in thick ropes, the swollen head kept leaking that insufferable thick warmth that smeared across my skin in a trail of raw, primal possession.
“No more pretending, Red. You need me. You belong to me. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
Then he moved slow at first, just the tip pushing past the tight entrance, stretching me inch by inch until I began to writhe over him, attempting to get off him.
“Gods, it hurts!” I screamed.
“Good,” he growled, gripping my body tighter. Making me feel so small and defenseless against him.
This was my fate, and I could either succumb to it and maybe enjoy it or fight him and get taken against my will. Either way I’d be claimed, and instead of frightening me, the thought excited me.
The pain curled inside me and turned into heat. My wrists strained against the leather bindings, hips twitching, mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled me.
He shifted his hips pulling the tip out with a loud pop, only to push it into me again.
“I’m going to break you open, Red,” he whispered, his voice tightening with restraint. “You’re going to feel me everywhere. My dick is going to brand you. And I warn you, you’ll never want another male after this.”
He pressed forward, slowly, his cock breaching my entrance. I cried out, high and sharp, body arching against the restraints, thighs trembling.
It was too much. The stretch burned, a slow sting that pulled me apart, but it was heaven, too. The kind of pleasure that left you breathless. The kind that changed you.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take every inch. Let me feel that pretty cunt fight around me. Hades, you're so tight. So fucking mine.”
I choked out a sound. Half sob, half moan, as he filled me deeper, his thick length forcing me to spread in ways no human female should.
“Fuck,” he snarled, claws sinking into my hips. “Tight little cunt’s clinging to me.”
He fed more of himself into me, his cock dragging over every nerve ending, thick and veined, every throb sending a pulse of heat through my core. My breath hitched. My mouth hung open. I couldn’t speak, only feel.
“You can’t cum without me, Red,” he whispered in my ear.
“You can try but your body will always deny you. Because it knows. Just like you know. I’m the only one who can bring you pleasure.”
I bit his shoulder hard, shaking with the effort not to fall apart. He only groaned, harder, louder, pushing in the rest of the way until I was full to the point of gasping in pain and surrender.
Then came the first gush of his cum. It landed hot inside me, then trickled up over where we were joined smearing against myclit. The moment it filled me, a strange numbness spread, like a soft buzz beneath my flesh, dulling the ache, replacing it with bliss.”
“What… what is that?” I whispered, shaking.
“My seed,” he snarled, thrusting deeper. “I held it back from you before.”
“Why?” I murmured, loving the sensations.
