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“You pushed me, Red,” I said, voice low, a growl that vibrated through her. “Now you’re gonna pay the price.”
I bit her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, and she moaned, her hands fisting the sheets. My tongue followed, licking a slow path toward her center, tasting salt and her, a flavor that made my demon howl. I didn’t tease, didn’t play—I dove in, my mouth closing over her clit, sucking hard, my tongue flicking with ruthless precision. She bucked, a cry tearing from her lips, and I pinned her hips down, my fingers digging into her flesh, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
“Oh, God, Elias,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her thighs trembling under my hands.
I didn’t stop, didn’t let her breathe. I licked her deep, my tongue thrusting inside her, tasting her heat, her sweetness, while my thumb circled her clit, fast and relentless. She was a storm, writhing under me, her moans a symphony that drove me insane. I wanted her to come, wanted her to shatter, but not yet—not until I was buried inside her, claiming every piece of her.
I pulled back, her slickness on my lips, and she whimpered, her eyes wide, pupils blown with lust.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” she snarled, reaching for me, but I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. She fought me, her body twisting, but I was stronger, and the demon loved her struggle, loved how she burned against me.
“You don’t give the orders,” I said, my voice rough, my free hand sliding down her body, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “I do.”
Her eyes flashed, defiance and desire warring, and I kissed her, brutal and deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She bit me back, her teeth sharp, and I growled, my cock twitching against her thigh.
I released her wrists, only to flip her onto her stomach, my hand pressing her face into the sheets, her ass in the air. She moaned, low and needy, pushing back against me, and I slapped her ass, hard, the sound echoing in the room. Her gasp was a mixof shock and pleasure, and fuck, I liked that—liked how her fire met my demon and begged for more.
“You wanted me to lose control,” I said, my voice a blade, my hand soothing the red mark I’d left. “This is what it looks like.”
I spread her cheeks, my fingers finding her pussy again, sliding inside her, two, then three, stretching her, fucking her slow and deep. She was tight, hot, her walls clenching around me, and her moans were muffled by the sheets, her hips rocking back, desperate for more. I leaned over her, my chest against her back, my lips at her ear.
“You’re mine, Vivi,” I growled, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her scream. “Every inch. Every scream. Say it.”
She turned her head, her cheek pressed to the sheets, her eyes blazing even through the haze of lust.
“Make me,” she rasped, her voice raw, defiant to the end.
I pulled my fingers out, slick and glistening, and gripped her hips, lining myself up. My cock pressed against her entrance, and I didn’t wait, didn’t ease her into it. I thrust in, hard and deep, filling her in one brutal stroke.
She screamed, her body arching, her nails clawing the sheets, and I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. She was fire, liquid and tight, and I fucked her like I was trying to break her, my hips slamming into her, the bed shaking with the force of us.
“Fuck, Elias,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling under me.
I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, my lips at her throat, biting, sucking, marking her as mine. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, her moans loud, unhinged, filling the room.
I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard, fast, driving her toward the edge.
“You’re gonna come for me,” I growled, my voice rough, my hips relentless. “You’re gonna scream my name, and you’re gonna know who owns you.”
She laughed, wild and breathless, even as her body shook. “You think you own me, Cipher? Prove it.”
I flipped her again, onto her back, never pulling out, my cock still buried deep. Her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my ass, urging me harder.
I pinned her wrists again, my body covering hers, my thrusts brutal, punishing, each one a claim. Her breasts bounced with every stroke, her skin flushed, her eyes locked on mine, green and blazing, daring me to push further.
I leaned down, my lips brushing hers, not a kiss but a threat. “You want proof?” I rasped, my voice low, dangerous. “I’ll give you something you’ll never forget.”
I pulled out, ignoring her whimper, and grabbed her hips, flipping her to straddle me as I sat back on my heels. She was above me now, her pussy hovering over my cock, her eyes wide, a flicker of shock in them that made my demon howl. I gripped her waist, slamming her down onto me, impaling her in one swift motion.
She screamed, her head falling back, her nails raking my chest, drawing blood. I didn’t care. I wanted her marks, wanted her to see them and know she’d done this to me.
“Ride me,” I ordered, my voice a growl, my hands guiding her hips, hard and fast. She obeyed, her body moving like a dancer’s, fluid and fierce, her pussy clenching around me, her moans a rhythm that drove me to the edge. I slapped her ass again, harder, the sound sharp, and her eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips—a mix of shock and need that made my cock throb.
“You like that,” I said, my voice dark, my hand soothing the sting before slapping her again, watching her body jolt, her pussy tightening around me. “You like it when I’m rough.”
“Fuck you,” she gasped, but her hips moved faster, her moans louder, her eyes glazed with lust. She was close, trembling, and I wanted to push her further, to shock her, to make her feel me in every nerve.
I leaned forward, my lips at her ear, my voice a whisper. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, Red. Until you can’t think of anything but me.”