Page 18 of Love & Violence

“What are you doing?” I ask huskily.

“You must be on your knees this first time.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s the best position to mark you when we come.”

“Yes.” The word leaves me with a hiss as I imagine him mounting me and his cock going deep inside.

I let him position me the way he wants, on my hands and knees then, before looking over my shoulder to see him stroking himself. He situates himself behind me. I feel his hands on my hips and something pushing inside me. It’s much bigger than his two fingers.

“Brace yourself, little mate,” Draven murmurs.

Before I can even breathe, he slams every inch of his cock into me, ripping a scream from somewhere deep inside me. Both from the surprise of the powerful invasion, the stunning pain of being stretched, and some from him tearing through my hymen.

He stays still inside of me so I can get used to him.

“Are you good?” he asks after a minute, his voice strained.

I think about it a moment before nodding. “Yes.”

Draven’s thrusts don’t start slow and easy. He immediately starts to ram into me with tremendous force hitting my cervix every time. Something overwhelming is growing within me, and I can’t stop or control it.

“Draven…”

“I know, love. Let it take you. I’ve got you.”

His words help settle my fears a bit, but it’s enough to let me lose control over my body. Waves and waves of exquisite pleasure start to bombard me. I can hear myself scream. The sound echoes off the cave walls while Draven’s groans mix with the sound, filling the room with noise.

I am ready to collapse when I feel him lean over me and place his lips on my neck. The piercing pain of his teeth breaking through my skin sends me over another time. I am barely coherent, but I feel him shaking behind me, so I know he feels the same depth of emotions I do.

The room darkens as my consciousness dims, and I feel myself being turned on my side. Draven kisses my temple.

“I’ll be right back, my love.”

I have no idea if I’ll be able to move. My entire body tingles, and the heat from the mating is still burning through my veins and nerves.

I’m jolted awake when Draven maneuvers me up against his chest and covers us with a blanket. I feel his breath against my hair. “I love you.”

I try to smile but only have the energy to say, “I love you, too.”

Everything is dark the next time I wake. The fire has turned to embers, and it must be nighttime because no light is coming through the holes Draven has spaced in the ceiling.

I sigh, snuggle down, and absorb every bit of comfort and love from him. I’m feeling anxious over the fact that things are probably going to get worse before they get better, but there’s nothing I can do right now.

Chapter Six

Psych

I wake to find my mate spread across my chest, and her blonde hair fanned across my tan skin. I have never felt as peaceful as I do at this moment. My panther is purring peacefully in the recesses of my mind. The sickness that dwells inside me, the violence and thirst for blood, for the first time, is calm. For long moments I simply bask in the happy moment I know won’t last.

Aryanna stirs, pressing her full breasts against my side, and I know I need to appreciate these moments of peace. Soon, I will have to go to war to keep her.

Shifting to my side, I stare down at her. My mark is prominent in the juncture between her neck and shoulder. Pride surges through me as I stare at it. Lifting her leg over my hip, I gently test her pussy, hoping she’s ready to take me again. I’m obsessed with her pretty little cunt. I know she must still feel some soreness after our mating last night, but I need to feel her around me again.

My fingers slip through her wetness, and I smile before slowly feeding my erection into her heat.

“Draven,” she moans in her semi-sleeping state.

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