Page 78 of An Unexpected Ascension
By instinct, my hand snaps up around her throat. She only smiles, blood staining her teeth.
Fuck.
The sight elicits a groan from me, a tingling in the base of my spine. My pace grows violent, while my blood drips down, splashing against her lips. Rivulets fall from the side of her mouth, her smile a ruby red.
All focus once held is utterly lost to the sight of the angel drenched in my blood.
I drag my wounded lip up over her chin and over her cheek, marking her. My grip still wrapped around her neck. She struggles to breathe, but there’s an unhinged look of bliss on her face that does two things to me: breaks my control and creates a festering resentment.
“You’re going to hate yourself tomorrow,” I taunt her.
“Not as much as I hate you.”
She reaches down between us to chase her pleasure, but I catchher hand. In one swift motion, I roll us until my back is against the mattress and she’s writhing on top. I slip my hand beneath my pillow, revealing a small Toor knife.
“Only seems fair.”
Her eyes widen as I draw the blade against her wrist, blood instantly seeps from the split flesh, glistening in the dim lamp light. It pumps through her veins; drip, drip, dripping down onto my chest.
She cries, her head falling back, that long, dark hair tickling my thighs as I buck my hips. My cock hitting a wall inside of her in harsh, painful thrusts. Her swollen breasts tease me, begging to be punished. A loud slap echoes in the room as my palm reddens those breasts. Her wails following after.
The dip in my sternum between my pecs fills with her blood, slipping down towards the center of my stomach. I watch in awe as it finally makes its way lower, lower still, where our bodies are joined.
I find her watching us collide, her very blood easing my entry, coating my cock. My hands clench her hips, my thumbs digging deep into the divot of her bones where I slam her down onto me over and over again.
Her walls tighten, clenching me with a desperate need for release and that just won’t do. I roll us over again until she’s on her back, pulling myself free from the suction of her body. She grunts, the painful emptiness a torturous thing.
“What are you?—”
Gripping her hair, I yank her from the comfort of the bed and onto the floor.
“Giving you what you want,” I answer, facing her away from me.
I lift her hips, setting her on her knees, then force her chest to the ground. Her round, pale ass welcoming me, her center wet with blood and arousal. I plunge into her, her nails biting into the concrete floor, cracking with the force.
“And getting what I want; you on your knees.”
Her cries fill my soul with such triumph, her surrender leakingwith every retreat of my cock. I can feel her muscles go limp beneath me, accepting every bit of what I’ve done to her.
I reach around her waist and between her thighs, drawing forth a frenzy on such sensitivity. She shakes, body trembling with pleasure. I can feel my own gathering, a tightness in my balls, a tidal wave of relief to this ageless aching.
Needing it to last, I bring my palm down against the flesh of her ass, my handprint ringing red before my eyes. She yelps, and yelps again as I continue; thrust, slap, thrust, slap. Until her entire bottom is nothing but splotches of rouge.
“Please.” She cries, her mouth muffled by the floor.
“Please what, Angel?”
“Let me come.”
The sound of her sob snaps a tightly corded string within me. Snaps and breaks loose a flood gate.
“I love the sound of you begging.”
Crossing her arms behind her, I grab both her wrists and use them as leverage, pounding my way into oblivion. Her screams ride on the wave of my release as my stomach tightens and I spill my seed deeply inside of her. The angel holds me like a silk fist, milking every last drop, swallowing it inside her body like a greedy whore.
Depleted and spent, she collapses to the ground, parting ways with my body. I drink in the sight of her, soaked in sweat and blood and come. It nearly awakens the lustrous beast inside of me again.
She rolls slightly over onto her back, her palm resting against her damp forehead. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession as she struggles to catch her breath. It’s when she opens her eyes that my awe fades, replaced with a guttural hate.
