Page 42 of The Night Runs Red

“Rion…” My voice broke as he released a breathy moan. I reached out and licked the base of his shaft, running my tongue along the spot where it met his balls. If he wouldn’t let me have him, then I would take it.

He growled. “Beg for it, Calia. Tell me how much you need me.”

“Please,” I breathed, out of my mind with how badly I desired him. He could tell me to walk off this tower, and I would do it. “I have never needed anyone more than I need you right now.”

He let go of my hair and placed his hand around my throat, pulling me to my feet and bending me over the bed. His hands roamed my body, tenderly caressing every inch of me. “What are these?” he asked, running his fingers along my thighs.

Shame washed over me. “T—They’re scars,” I mumbled into the bedding.

“From what?” he asked, barely masking the rage beneath the surface.

“Rion, this isn’t the time—”

I yelped as he slapped his hand across my ass. “Tell me what these are from, or I will not let you come tonight.”

It wasn’t something I liked to think about. What started as a self-soothing tactic as a child turned into compulsive skin-picking as I grew up. It happened without thinking about it. Sometimes, I wouldn’t know until I found blood coating my fingertips. And then, when scabs formed over the wounds, I would pick at them further until eventually my legs were littered with small scars.

“It’s an anxious habit I picked up as a child,” I said. I was embarrassed by my dermatillomania, and wanted nothing more than to hide in baggy clothing. But then I felt the gentle trail of his lips down one leg before switching to the other. His tongue swept out over each scar, carefully laving each one with attention before moving to the next. “W—what’re you doing?”

“If you cannot love yourself, I will do it for you until you realize how worthy you truly are.”

I fought back tears as he worked his way back up my body and peeled my panties down, exposing me to him. “Oh baby, you are so wet. You are making a mess of yourself.” His fingers swiped through my center before pressing his lips to my clit and biting down. The sounds I made were inhuman. Garbled words and sounds left my mouth as he coaxed pleasure from my body.

His fingers dug into my thighs, tugging me closer until there was no possible way he could breathe. “If I die with my tongue in your pretty cunt, I will consider my life well spent,” he moaned against my flesh. I wasn’t sure how he always did that, how he seemed to know what I was thinking before I said it, but I didn’t care as long as he kept doing what he was doing with his tongue.

When he pulled away, he flipped me onto my back and kissed me. His lips glistened with my arousal, and I tasted myself on his tongue while clawing at the buttons on his shirt. “You are addictive,” he said, kissing down my neck and trailing his mouth along my collarbone.

I groaned, too out of my mind for this man to think straight. I wanted to admire his body as he had admired mine. It was only fair. “Get this fucking shirt off now.”

“You are quite demanding, love,” he said, smirking down at me as he undid the buttons one by one.

“Now, who’s the tease?” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

He dropped it to the floor behind him, kicked his pants off, and ran his hand across my soft belly. Everywhere his fingers lingered, it set my skin aflame in a way I’d never felt. He gripped my hips and pushed me further into the soft mattress, lining up his cock with my entrance.

My breathing hitched as I felt his thick head prod against my center. Gods, there would be no going back after this—no way we could pretend things between us weren’t changing. Did I want that? Did he?

I did. I wanted it so much that I could barely stand it. I wanted to be wanted by him, desired by him. And most of all? I wanted to be his undoing, the thing he thought about every minute of every day until I consumed him in every way possible.

He bent forward as if reading my mind and captured my lips in a soft kiss. “Say the word, love. Say the word, and I’ll walk away. Because you’re right—there is no going back after this. I will covet you, a treasure above all treasures.”

Fuuuuuuck. This man knew what to say and do, making me melt in his beautiful hands. I glanced down where his cock stood proud, leaking and needy for my body. Rising on my elbows for a better view, I caught his lip between my teeth before whispering into the space between us. “Destroy me.”

Rion let out a feral growl and pushed inside of me. I cried out, dropping my head back in ecstasy before looking back to where we were connected. His cock was so thick, so big. I relished in the ways he stretched me. Every muscle in his body grew taut as he fought to keep control.

“Do I feel good, husband?” I whispered. He nipped my neck and groaned before slamming home. I screamed out, wrapping my legs around him and keeping him fully seated inside me. This was home. This was heaven. This was hell. I’d never felt so full, and yet I yearned for more.

“Oh,” he growled. “You have no fucking idea how good it feels to finally have your sweet little cunt grip my cock. It is like you were made for me.”

“I was,” I panted as he slowly retreated. “You and I are destiny. The gods, the curse, our fate—all brought us here.” I lifted my hips and used my legs to pull him deeper once more. “So this pussy was made for you, just like your cock was for me.”

Those words snapped something inside of him, causing his eyes to go wholly silver. I wasn’t sure what caused me to say them, but they came to my mind without hesitation, and I voiced them without fear. Maybe it was okay to let myself explore this connection, to allow my heart to open up to the possibility of more.

He gripped the back of my thighs and pushed them forward, nearly bending me in half. As he drove in this time, the sensation was overwhelming. My eyes rolled back as he hit that elusive, special spot. I felt every ridge and vein of his cock as it throbbed with each relentless thrust. I clawed at his back with my hands, crying for more until only garbled noises left my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, staring down at me with the gaze of a natural predator. I didn’t want to come yet, but my control was slipping. I didn’t know how long I could last, especially with how he looked at me. As if sensing it, he smirked and placed his thumb over my clit, stroking it gently. It was just a tease, but it was enough to make me groan. “Does this needy cunt want to come?”

His taunting words only kindled the fire inside my belly. He pressed down on my clit, stroking faster and faster but never reaching the speed I needed. “Godsdammit, Rion.”

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