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Brilliant white stars exploded in his eyes as he felt her grip onto him again, this time at his back, and she dragged her nails roughly down his flesh. A growl, loud and not at all human, erupted from his chest as rivulets of painful pleasure erupted over his flesh, and he sank his teeth deep into Seraphina’s neck.

“Mine.”

The word came from him, but it didn’t feel like his voice. It was the voice of the beast that she’d unleashed, and he was coming out to lay his claim.

“Yours,” Seraphina breathed.

Instead of trying to push him away, she dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her back. Into him, into the pain, and it drove him to a frenzy.

The gown Hugo had had made for her was one of the prettiest she’d ever worn, but she didn’t feel a single moment of remorse as he ripped the fabric into shreds and tore it from her body. She had expected this; had gathered enough from the small details he’d shared with her, and she was nothing but willing to meet the beast that supposedly lived within her husband. She was not afraid of him. This beast would not hurt her. This beast washers.

Seraphina gasped as Hugo twirled her roughly around, slamming her palms against the wall as he ripped the ruineddress away from her. The moment the fabric as pushed away Hugo was on her again, his hands like vises around her wrists as he once more bit into her neck and pressed his full, half-naked body tightly up against her.

“Is this what you wanted?” He growled into her ear. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

“Yes,” She panted, pushing her backside into his hips. “Yes, I want you Hugo. All of you.”

She then moaned deeply as his grip moved from her right wrist to her hair, yanking it roughly so that her neck was more exposed. She expected another bite; another mark to claim his territory, but instead her body trembled as seductive kisses and long swipes of his tongue made their way from her neck to her shoulder blades, and then down the straight line of her spine.

She shivered, her legs trembling aggressively as he went to his knees, and roughly gripped both hands to her backside. Slick heat coated her inner thighs as he dug his short nails into her ample flesh and afflicted little shards of pleasured pain into them.

“Wait,” she gasped, blushing at the thought of what he was about to do, but her words turned into a gasp as she felt his teeth sink deeply into her left cheek.

Another burst of slickness spasmed from her sex at feeling the bite, and her knees threatened to buckle and give way under the taboo pleasure. He bit her right cheek next, this time sucklingthe tender flesh there until she felt her blood rush to the surface of the onslaught and begin to pulse.

He was marking her. Making her his. And sheloved it.

Then suddenly in a flurry of movement, Hugo’s hands were on her hips and he was spinning her around again. She had no chance to clear the dizziness before Hugo pressed his face into her sex, and Seraphina clung to the wall as his tongue lapped long and greedy strokes from her petals to her taut bud of nerves.

Seraphina’s lashes fluttered as her eyes rolled back and her head lolled against the wall. A possessive, feral growl poured from Hugo’s chest as he gripped her left thigh and pushed it onto his shoulder, giving him more access. She moaned his name as his long tongue delved deep inside her, coaxing even more heated slickness from within.

Clutching tufts of his hair for support, Seraphina let her body lean fully against the wall as her husband feasted on her- and that waspreciselywhat he was doing. Feasting. Eating. Drinking from her as if she were the very ambrosia of the God until the pleasure in her womb mounted into an irreversible wave and crashed down heavily onto her.

Her orgasm stole her strength, and unable to hold herself against the wall any longer, she sunk down, her entire body trembling from the intensity of it all. Her bottom never hit the floor, though, because somewhere between her knees bucklingand the stars exploding behind her eyes Hugo had caught her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.

Sanity was no longer with either of them as Seraphina pushed herself up from her elbows and went to Hugo’s trousers with trembling hands. He had tasted her many times, but now she wanted to taste him. To pull his manhood into her mouth and drink right from the root of her pleasure.

“Wait,” Hugo growled, gripping her wrists just as she’d freed him. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths. He looked like a man fighting for control, and damn her if it didn’t arouse her further.

“Please, Hugo,” she whispered, her mouth watering as she glanced from his glowing green eyes to the rigid manhood just a breath away from her lips.

“I’m ruining you,” he rasped out, his entire body beginning to tremble. “We need to stop.”

Through her pleasure Seraphina felt an emotional ache form in her chest, and she rose up on her knees on the bed; taking one longing glance at his enlarged, swollen, red cock before she focused on his eyes. His pupils were dilated wide, eating away most of those glowing flecks of green she’d come to love staring into, and even through the thick layer of obvious arousal, she saw the fear hiding behind it.

My poor beast,she thought, framing his face with her hands.

“You’re not ruining me, my love,” she whispered, drawing tender kisses over his parted lips as she pressed her breasts tightly against his chest.

“I’m yours. And I want this. I wantyou.”

A groan slipped from Hugo’s chest as gripped her waist and kissed her back, flooding her with relief.

“What if I-”

“Shhh,” She soothed, beginning to pull him backward onto the bed.

“You are not going to hurt me, Hugo,” she coaxed, “I trust you.”