Page 34 of Devil’s Night (The Shadows of Darkness Universe #3)

I crawl up over her, pressing a kiss to her throat, her jaw, her swollen lips.

Her eyes flutter open, glassy and dazed.

And I whisper against her mouth, voice soft now, reverent, like a prayer offered to the altar of her destruction.

“No one will ever touch you the way I do.”

She’s trembling beneath me, broken open in the most beautiful way. Her thighs are slick, her lips swollen, her pussy still gaping from the stretch I forced her to take. I should stop. She looks finished. Her breathing is shallow. Her limbs limp. Her eyes hazy with pleasure-drunk ruin.

But I don’t stop.

I can’t .

Because I’m still hard, still throbbing, still so deep in this place inside my head where nothing matters but making her feel everything . Again. And again. And again.

“You thought that was the end?” I murmur, dragging my fingers through the wreckage between her thighs, spreading her slick and cum and sweat like it’s war paint. “I’m not fucking done with you, Katya.”

Her eyes flutter open, barely focused. She shakes her head weakly, her body already overloaded, but her mouth parts in a moan when I rub her clit, two fingers teasing the swollen bundle of nerves with cruel slowness.

“I-I can’t,” she whispers.

“Yes,” I growl, my voice like gravel. “You can. You fucking will. You’ll cum until you cry. You’ll scream until my name is the only word your body remembers.”

I press my fingers back inside her, still sensitive, still wrecked, and she sobs at the intrusion. But her hips twitch up. Her cunt welcomes it. Greedy, even now. I curl my fingers inside her, rubbing hard over that spot that makes her legs jolt and her hands claw at the sheets.

Her body betrays her. Her slick is everywhere. She’s dripping again, her walls fluttering around my fingers even as she shakes her head, begging for mercy that she doesn’t really want.

“You love this,” I whisper against her ear, grinding my cock against her thigh, my voice poison and silk. “You love being ruined by me. You love knowing that I’ll keep going even when you think you’ve got nothing left.”

Her breath hitches, broken and beautiful.

I shift her hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed. Her limbs are jelly now. Her body trembling with the aftershocks of everything I’ve given her. But when I press the tip of my cock back against her slit, her thighs part just enough.

“Please-” she gasps, but she doesn’t finish the sentence. She doesn’t say stop.

So I don’t.

I slam into her.

She screams.

It’s not a sound of fear, it’s surrender. Raw. Guttural. Her body arches, her hands flailing before gripping the headboard again like it’s the only thing tethering her to earth.

She’s so fucking tight.

Even after everything, she clamps around me like it’s the first time. Like her body still doesn’t know how to take me. I fuck into her hard, relentless, no rhythm left, just force. Just need.

Her pussy makes the wettest, filthiest sounds as I ram into her, and her moans turn to cries, her cries to sobs, tears spilling down the corners of her cheeks as I pound into her, deeper and deeper, until my hips crash into her ass and the bruises from earlier darken under my grip.

But I don’t stop.

I reach between us, rubbing her clit again, fast, merciless, dragging her up toward another orgasm even as her body shakes from the last.

“You said you couldn’t cum again,” I whisper, my lips against her temple, catching the salt of her tears on my tongue. “You fucking lied.”

She’s screaming now, eyes squeezed shut, breath ragged, hips bucking up to meet each thrust as another orgasm builds with violent force. Her cunt pulses like it’s fighting me, sucking me deeper, trying to hold me inside her forever.

And then she breaks .

Her body goes rigid, then completely slack as she cums so hard she goes silent. Her throat strains, but no sound comes out, just the quake of her body, the pulsing of her cunt, the twitch in her hands.

I bite her shoulder as I cum. Hard. Brutal. Filling her again until she’s overflowing, my cum mixing with the slick mess already ruining the sheets.

And still, I don’t pull out.

I stay inside her, buried deep, grinding gently through the overstimulation, watching her twitch, watching her sob, watching her fall apart in the purest, rawest, filthiest way I’ve ever seen.

I whisper into her ear, a voice soaked in reverence and madness.

“This is how you’ll remember me. This is how you’ll wake up every night, aching. Empty. Wanting.”

Her body is limp now. Her chest rising in shallow pants. Her thighs spread wide, her cunt leaking my cum, her lips parted in quiet, exhausted bliss.

I cradle her against me, still buried inside, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her mouth. Worshipful. Possessive.

And then I lay her back against the bed and whisper one final truth:

“I haven’t even started.”

She doesn’t move.

Her body lies limp across the sheets, chest rising in shallow, uneven gasps, her skin flushed and damp, marked everywhere I’ve touched. Her lips are parted, red and swollen, eyes half-lidded but still glassy, dazed. She looks like something holy. Like something that’s been sacrificed.

And I’m the one who bled her dry.

But it’s not enough. I want more.

My breath is ragged as I shift back, pulling her thighs apart once again.

She whimpers, not from fear, but from that deep, raw place where pleasure starts to hurt.

Her cunt is slick and open, a mess of our cum and everything I’ve already taken from her, and still, her body flutters when I slide two fingers back inside.

She gasps sharply, hips twitching involuntarily.

Her body knows mine. Even now, overstimulated and wrecked, it begs for more.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, slow, reverent. Then again, higher, near the bruise where I bit her. She trembles beneath me, her fingers twitching in the sheets, barely able to lift her head.

My hand trails up her side, pausing at her ribs, then her jaw. I cradle her face, thumb brushing gently over her cheekbone as I press another kiss to her lips.

“You’re not done,” I whisper. “Not until I say so.”

She doesn’t speak, can’t. But her legs part wider.

That’s all I need.

I reach for her nightstand, grabbing the toy she had set aside earlier, no doubt to help her finish with Garrett. The sight of it makes my cock twitch again, already starting to harden as I look down at her ruined body.

I settle between her thighs, grabbing one leg and pushing it up to her chest. The angle exposes her, opens her, shows me every slick, throbbing inch of what I’ve already claimed. I trail the toy between her folds again, dragging it slowly down, until it rests just below.

Her breathing quickens.

I press the tip to her tight rim again, this time slower, more deliberate. She twitches at the contact, moaning as the toy eases past the initial resistance. I take my time, working her open again inch by inch, watching her eyes flutter as the stretch builds.

I can see the strain on her face. But beneath it, desire. Her hips rise to meet the pressure, her breath caught between pain and want. She’s letting me in. Trusting me to take her apart the way only I can.

Once the toy is fully seated inside her, I lean over her body again, my cock pressing against her soaked cunt. I don’t thrust in immediately, just glide the head through her slick, letting her feel the weight of what’s coming.

She whines, arching under me.

I slam into her in one violent thrust.

Her scream is pure devastation.

Her body clamps down around me like it’s never known me before. The double intrusion has her writhing under me, legs locked around my waist, her cunt fluttering wildly as she tries to breathe through it.

I don’t give her time.

I start moving, slow at first, letting her adjust to the overwhelming pressure. The toy shifts inside her with each thrust, and every inch of me drives the point deeper. I fuck her hard, my cock driving into her slick, wet heat while her body tenses, moans turning to cries that catch in her throat.

Her hands claw at the sheets, trying to find something solid to hold onto. Her walls squeeze me so tight, it feels like she’s trying to pull me deeper, like she wants me buried in her.

I shift my weight and grab the backs of her thighs, forcing her knees to her chest, folding her open. She sobs when I slam deeper, the toy grinding inside her as I bottom out.

“You feel that?” I growl, my voice breaking apart. “You’re stuffed so fucking full you can’t even think.”

She tries to answer but it’s just a moan high-pitched and helpless.

Her cunt pulses again, and I know she’s close. Another orgasm, building too fast, her body trembling violently beneath me. I drive in harder, the slap of skin on skin wet and filthy, echoing through the room with each brutal thrust.

I can’t stop.

Not with her like this.

She looks ruined, and she’s never looked more fucking perfect.

Her body spasms suddenly, legs locking, toes curling, her mouth open in a silent scream as her climax hits with brutal force. Her pussy squeezes around my cock so tight it punches the air from my lungs, and her ass clenches around the toy so hard it nearly pushes back out.

I growl her name, driving through her orgasm, grinding deep, cock swelling with release as I pour into her again. My cum fills her with no resistance, spilling out around my length, around the toy, painting the sheets, the backs of her thighs.

And still, I don’t move.

I stay buried inside her, panting, forehead pressed to hers, her body twitching under mine, overstimulated and gasping.

She’s incoherent. Drenched. Crying softly, but she’s not afraid. Her hands reach for me weakly, fingers curling against my chest, as if to say don’t leave. Not yet.

And I won’t.

Not until she’s certain no one else will ever fuck her like this again.

She doesn’t speak…she can't.