Page 47 of Dove

“Yours.” I answered automatically before parting my lips. Waiting for him. He gathered his saliva and spit into my open mouth. His hand pressed further into my throat as I swallowed him down.

“Good, my little dove.” Heat pooled between my legs at his praise. He skimmed both hands down my body, making me arch into his touch. He cupped both my breasts as he buried his face between them. I moaned as his stubble scraped along my sensitive skin. He moved his mouth to my nipple, sucking one roughly. I fisted his hair as I pushed my chest further into his warmth.

Suddenly he turned his head and bit down hard, leaving another mark on my flesh. “And who do these belong to?”

“You.” I whimpered as his tongue scraped along the cut his knife had made in my cleavage. A sting blooming along my skin. The pain making me wetter as I rocked my hips against him. He groaned as he tasted my blood. It should’ve been sick, but it only fueled our obsession. Him taking from me in a way no one else ever would.

My fingers left his head as his lips trailed down my stomach, and he dropped to his knees on the carpet before me. I shivered as his fingertips lightly brushed my legs, skimming from my knees to my thighs. “Open wider. Let me see your pretty pussy.”

Oh fuck. The way he talked to me. I couldn’t even think about disobeying. I spread my legs as wide as I could, leaning forward on my elbows so I could watch. His dark hair was stark against my white skin as he leaned forward and licked the wetness that coated my thighs. I sighed at the contact. Finally, allowing myself to enjoy everything he did to me.

His tongue skimmed along the sensitive skin before his teeth sunk into my flesh again. I screamed and jerked as I felt the bruises form. I had a feeling that when the night was over, I would be covered in his marks. There’d be no doubt who I belonged to. It was exactly what I asked for.

I fell back to the bed as he buried his face between my legs. He thrust in and out of my pussy as he fucked me with his tongue. I withered beneath him as he consumed me. Ruthless. Possessive as he pushed me to the edge. I flinched and bucked as he sucked my clit before flicking back and forth over the swollen bundle of nerves. My orgasm barreled to the surface so quickly it felt like a tide pulling me under. I fisted the sheets and tensed, ready for the explosion, when he pulled back.

“No.” I whimpered as I shot up, looking down at him. A sadistic smirk crossed his face as he licked me from his lips. It was dirty and sexy, everything he was.

“Whose cunt is this?” He rasped like this was affecting him as much as it affected me. When I didn’t answer right away, too lost in the pleasure coursing through my veins, he dipped his head again and sucked my clit.

“Oh g-.” My moan was cut off when he growled and bit my thigh again. “Yours.” I screamed.

He devoured me once more. I gripped his hair, pulling hard as I rocked my hips on his face. I didn’t care that it made me seem needy or desperate. I wanted him to know how much I needed him. How badly I wanted him to make me come. How crazy he made me.

“Please. Please. Let me come.” I cried as I chased my release. I groaned as he pushed back from me, only to be lost in the image of him. His abs flexed as he undid his pants and shoved them off. His cock sprung free into his hand. Too big and thick but perfectly painful when he fucked me. He gripped it roughly before grabbing my ass and positioning himself at my entrance.

“Come, my little slut.” His fingers bruised as he yanked me to him. Impaling me on his cock as I screamed. “Give me your orgasm. Those are mine too.” A sharp sting landed on my ass as he slapped one cheek roughly before thrusting deeply again.

I screamed as the pain made my core clench tighter around him. I moved my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as his balls slapped my ass. He fucked me brutally. The head of his cock dragged across that spot inside me that, made my hips buck, and my head shake back and forth. It was so intense the world around me started to darken. Maddox groaned as the first signs of my orgasm squeezed him. “Flood my cock. Cover me in your cum so I can slide into your tight ass.”

“Maddox.” I screamed as my entire body tightened. My muscles contracted and released as bliss overtook me. I could feel him holding still inside me. I watched as he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw to stop himself from coming with me.

When my breathing normalized, he slowly pulled from inside me. I whimpered at the loss of him along my sensitive flesh. He groaned as he stared at me, fisting his cock roughly. I wondered what he saw. My skin felt sweaty and flushed. I knew dried blood covered my breasts, and his marks were riddled along my body. He traced the one on my thigh briefly.

“Turn over.” He commanded as he slapped my thigh, making me moan. “Show me that tight ass I’m going to take.”

Hesitation pumped through me as I bit my lip, but slowly I rolled to my stomach. My aching nipples pressed into the bed as my body rose and fell with heavy breaths. Soon anticipation made my blood sing as I waited to see what he would do. How he would hurt me and pleasure me. Claim me. Doing what I asked.

“Maddox?” I whispered when it became too much.

I felt the bed depress beside my head as he rested one hand beside my face. He traced a single fingertip down my spine. My breath hitched as I shivered at his touch. He smoothed his hand over the curve of my ass. I pressed into his touch, wiggling beneath him. Wanting more of what he had been dying to give me.

His touch was too soft. Too reverent. Too loving. It made everything more intense. Made my body desperate for me.

“Do you still want this, my little slut?” He slapped my ass again as I moaned loudly. I could feel his restraint as he rubbed the ache making it burn again while he waited for my answer.

Did I really want to do this? There would be no going back. No turning away from the dark, dirty pleasure he gave me. There would be no more walls to hide behind. There would only be him.

Us.

Free.

Happy.

“Y-yes.” I whispered on a harsh exhale. I could practically hear the smile in his groan.

He pushed off the bed quickly before he yanked my hips roughly, dragging my ass into the air. Exposing me to him. He shoved between my shoulder blades, forcing my face into the mattress before spreading my thighs wide and parting my cheeks.

The cold air in the room pressed down on my heated skin. My body shook with anticipation as I tried to hide the blush of being exposed like this. I was on display for him with nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. I was vulnerable. At his mercy. And I loved it. Loved that my decisions weren’t my own. That he was in control.

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