Page 67 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness

His fangs pierced above my clit, which meant he was both swallowing my blood and sucking my pleasurable center at the same time.

I came on a loop for what felt like a century.

Kylo was both holding me still and keeping me upright, his shadows wrapping around me possessively as he fed.

Just when I was on the verge of blacking out completely, he closed the wounds with his tongue, lifted me up, and then pushed me down to the plush carpet to straddle me.

His eyes were infernos; his lip curled with holy wrath. Blood dripped from his mouth, staining his brutal fangs. His hand found my throat. His fingers slipped beneath my collar and pressed on the sides of my neck until the whole room blurred.

Kylo drove inside me, and my moan was high-pitched and strangled. I could hardly feel the pain of this impossible stretch through the haze, only the fullness of him.

No part of me could be empty with Kylo buried deep inside.

I’d asked for his violence, and he delivered, thrust after thrust.

“Good pet,” he said, gripping my face as he spit inside my mouth.

I sank into the floor, swallowing everything Kylo gave. “Thank you.”

He shoved two long fingers into my mouth. “Now, tell me who the fuck you belong to.”

I gagged, eyes watering. “You,” I attempted to say around his digits. The sound was muffled.

Kylo grinned sadistically. “Try again.”

He pumped his fingers, training my throat to take more and more as he drove deep inside my cunt.

“Can you say a full sentence for me, silly girl?”

“I belong to—” I started, the words incomprehensible as I choked. I struggled to breathe, my vision spotty as a tear escaped the corner of my eye.

“Aw,” Kylo cooed. “Poor thing.”

He kept his fingers in my throat as he bent down to lick the fallen tear. His tongue was warm and soothing against my skin.

His fingers slowly retracted. The deep blue of his eyes was hypnotic. I was sensitive to Kylo’s every word and facial expression, only satisfied when he was. It was liberating to have such an easy purpose, to let someone else decide my every thought.

“Try one more time, angel.”

He increased the pace of his assault, impaling me with his cock as he gripped my thighs and pushed them back to get as deep as possible.

“I belong to you,” I managed to cry out shakily.

Kylo turned his head to the side and sank his fangs into one of my calves. I yelped in surprise at the quick burst of stinging pain. Pleasure radiated from the bite. He fed for only a moment, pulling back as if with extreme restraint.

“You only have so much blood,” Kylo whispered. “And I plan on feeding from you all night.”

He played with a nipple as a shadow found my clit. I came again, and against all odds, I managed to have my first coherent nonsexual thought on the comedown.

“But what about—clan stuff?” I breathed.

Well, it was almost coherent.

Kylo’s eyes darkened. “You’re taking the night off,” he growled. “I cannot, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be a good girl and serve me while I work.”

I should’ve been appalled by the visions that overtook my mind, but then Kylo spoke them out loud, and my core tightened.

“The possibilities are endless. Feeding from that pretty little throat while I torture born scum. Holding you in my lap while I give orders. Having you kneel under my desk and worship my cock while I write to our allies and prepare for war.”