Page 92 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness

He didn’t give me a chance to react, though my pussy was quick to throb instinctively at such a declaration.

Kylo pulled one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked. I melted, my nerves coursing with pleasure.

Fangs pierced. I screamed. The sharp bite of pain exploded into ecstasy just as quickly. Kylo whispered soothing praise against my flesh before drinking from me.

I stopped fighting the binding around my wrists.

Kylo pulled away, and I realized he hadn’t completely clotted the wound. My blood was warm as it dripped down my torso.

His fingers plunged inside me again, soothing me with slow, coaxing movements. He sank his fangs into my second breast, and I came immediately.

Kylo fed, still pumping his fingers as I convulsed around him.

When he released me, he looked up at me with lips stained crimson. “Bad girl, angel. I told you I didn’t want you to come.”

“I couldn’t help it,” I slurred, boneless and still bound against the wall.

Kylo dropped to his knees, following the trails of blood dripping from both breasts with his tongue as he gripped my thighs.

He was playing with his food.

And it only made me drift further under his spell.

He straightened and sucked my abused lip into his mouth, moaning as I shuddered against him, only attempting to get closer as his shadows rooted me in place.

Suddenly, they released me. Kylo threw me over his shoulder. My world tilted. His hand came down hard on my ass, and my yelp was breathy and disoriented.

“Disobedient little angels get punished,” he scolded.

He carried me into one of his studies, a dim witch light flickering on above. I couldn’t see where he was setting me down. My bare ass hit smooth wood, and shadows were quick to bind my arms to the armrests and legs to the chair’s feet.

Between my thighs, something leather and bulbous was poking out. I looked down. My eyes blew wide.

Kylo moved behind me. His hand covered my mouth before I could speak. A spark of magick triggered the enchanted, deviant device.

Vibrations poured through the round head as it rested against my center. I jolted, squirming at the overwhelming sensation.

Incomprehensible noises burst from my lips as the shadows only tightened. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t shift away from the intensity that was already too much.

I cried into Kylo’s hand.

“Shhh, baby,” he soothed. “Be a good girl and take it. You wanted to come so badly, remember?”

The intensity made my pussy ache and surge with heat. The more I resigned to my fate, the easier it was for the vibrations to shift from unbearable to pleasurable. My moans were chaotic against Kylo’s palm.

Kylo laughed at me, and his unabashed sadism had my eyes closing and core tightening. I was helpless, out of control. His venom coursed through me, and I was delicately painted with my own blood.

And my demented, romantic mind was still caught on Kylo telling me he wanted to marry me.

“Let go, angel,” Kylo whispered.

The softness triggered a violent orgasm, a high-pitched moan racking against his palm still over my mouth.

He stroked my hair as I rode wave after wave.

But the vibrations didn’t stop. Not when I squirmed and bucked and screamed against his hand.

Please,I cried through our bond next.