Page 93 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness

Shadows only roamed my body tauntingly, holding me still as my sensitive, over-stimulated clit was mercilessly tortured.

“Do that again, baby,” Kylo groaned. “I love knowing how deeply we’ve buried ourselves inside each other.”

Heat moved violently through my veins. My body grew slick with sweat. I became lightheaded as I tried to suck in enough air through my nose.

“Try passing out,” Kylo taunted. “See if that will save you.”

I didn’t even knowwhatkind of noise left my mouth as I exploded again, in a burst of heat and pleasure and aching, tormented nerve endings.

Now I really was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Kylo removed his hand. He kneeled in front of me, grinning wildly with my every cry and plead for relief.

“Sorry, angel. Your God isn’t feeling very merciful this afternoon,” he said. He stared between my thighs.

My lips trembled, my body tight and aching from tensing so hard.

He met my eyes. “Aw, yes, so sad.” His head dropped, his lips on my upper thigh. “I think I know what could help you relax.”

His whisper skated across my skin before he feasted from my flesh, fangs buried deep.

I came. Again and again. As Kylo bit my thighs. He pushed the cruel and unusual device harder against my pussy, licking his blood-soaked lips as I screamed again.

I reached a breaking point after perhaps the fifth bite and seventh orgasm. My head fell forward. The shadows released me. I barely noticed where my body was being moved, only that the vibrations had stopped and my dewy skin was against Kylo’s.

I melted against him. My eyes fluttered. He sat back in a desk chair, sliding me down onto his cock.

The fullness was a different flavor of intensity, one I welcomed now. I mewled, my head resting against his chest as he bounced me up and down to meet his thrusts.

Kylo let out a rasp of curses as I clenched around him, soaking wet and barely able to move.

“Good girl,” he praised, stroking my hair and kissing my damp forehead. “Manners, angel.”

“Thank you, Kylo,” I somehow managed, my voice raw.

“For what?”

His touch was soothing, but his thrusts were anything but. They were deep, merciless, claiming.

“For letting me come.”

Kylo’s soft chuckle rumbled through his chest.

My moan was faint, my lightheadedness reaching a peak. But Kylo didn’t relent. He filled me with all of him, and when that wasn’t enough, he picked me up, cleared off his desk, and pushed me to lay my torso against the flat surface as he took me from behind.

I could barely touch the ground with the tips of my toes. My eyelids fluttered again. Kylo’s broad hand was on my back as he drove into me.

A feral growl tore through him, possessive and tortured. Between states of consciousness, I could feel his emotions, the intensity of his love and worry and obsession.

When I stilled, Kylo scooped me into his arms to face him. He impaled me with his cock and gripped my face. I blinked slowly, each time locking on to those intense pools of blue.

In his arms, his cock twitched as it found my cervix. His eyes darkened. He fed from my throat as my eyes closed, and his warm seed spilled inside me.

The last thing I heard before I passed out was a strong, unwavering voice in my ear. “You’ll wear a discreet collar. I will be as close to the estate as possible the entire duration. I will listen for every change in your heart rate and rhythm. You’ll be sent with a method to communicate with me in case of emergency. And you will have a hard time limit. I will not negotiate these terms further.”

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