Page 138 of Revenge Saints

She’s slick, so fucking soaked and still trembling from what the others did. Her skin’s flushed, marked with blood, sweat, initials.

I push in slowly, and holy fuck.

She gasps, back arching beneath me, and I feel every ripple of her walls sucking me.

My cock twitches inside her, and the piercings drag against her walls. Every single one of them, and I feel her clench tighter.

“Dante,” she breathes, pleading.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel like heaven.”

The friction’s maddening, in the best way. She’s so warm, so tight around me, and the way her body wraps around my cock feels like she was made for it, like she already knows every curve, every piercing, every damn vein.

I thrust once, slow and deep, and she whimpers, quiet, broken, fucking perfect. I drag back, just enough to feel the stretch, then push in again, a little harder this time, a little deeper.

Her nails bite into my shoulders. Her breath hitches, her chest trembling against mine. I tell myself to slow down, to take it easy, to let her adjust… but it’s hard.So fucking hard.

Because she’s gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go.

And I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.

But the way she wraps around me, the way her hips tilt up and beg for more, the way my name falls off her lips like she’s praying?

I snap.

My thrusts turn brutal. Raw. I fuck her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, and maybe it is. Her body takes it all.Her eyes flutter, mouth open, moaning my name, whispering that she’s close again.

I grip her thighs, angle deeper, my piercings dragging over her sweet spot with every slam of my hips.

She gasps. Again. And again.

My balls tighten. My spine pulls. My body locks.

It’s coming fast.

“Doll,” I growl. “I’m going, fuck, I’m going to fill you.”

“Do it,” she moans, hands gripping the back of my neck. “I want it.”

I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and the orgasm rips through me.

Hard. Violent. My entire body spasms. I choke on her name. My cock pulses, deep inside her, and I fill her with so much cum I feel it leaking before I’ve even stopped moving.

“Fuck, fuck, Aspen,” I can’t stop shaking.

I’m still buried inside her, still twitching, still fucking coming.

Her walls milk every drop from me. And my piercings, those thick steel studs, grind one last time against her swollen walls, making her shiver beneath me.

I collapse onto her, arms caging her in, breath ragged against her neck.

And for a moment, there’s nothing else.

Just her.

Knox

Iwatch as Dante collapses over her, breathless, twitching. Her body’s still trembling, pussy still full of him, and it takes every fucking ounce of control not to rip him off her and bury myself inside her so deep she forgets he ever touched her.