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I am lifted and placed gently on the bed. I feel well used. My body is sore, but not sore enough, and when I climb to my knees, I feel their cum drip from me like a mark, which makes me shiver in pleasure.

Dray stands as the others leave the room and go next door, giving us privacy. They aren’t stopping us tonight, aren’t holding back. Those cold eyes meet mine as he prowls towards me. Turning my head, I keep him in my view. He’s a wild animal and could pounce at any time.

I shiver under his dangerous gaze. He doesn’t even need the knife in his hand. He is the weapon, and right now, I’m the prey. From one breath to the next, he is on me.

I fall back to the bed, his lips wrapping around my shoulder as his teeth dig in. He yanks open my thighs before he slams his fingers inside me, making me yell and jerk. I lift my hips to try and dislodge him. He snarls, digging his teeth in deeper, and then I am flipped.

He pushes my face into the bed and wraps his hand in my hair, holding me there as I feel his cock pressing against my pussy. He’s ready to fuck me right here.

I thought I wanted to be dominated, controlled, but that’s not who I am. Not with Dray. He’s mine to tame, to fight and to fuck, and he will bow down to me before I let his cock inside me.

I twist, ripping out some of my hair, but the flare of pain only spurs me on as I throw myself at him.

We fall from the bed, fighting each other, our hands and feet clashing.

I land a punch, and his head whips to the side before it jerks back around with a snarl.

His legs lock around me and twist us, but I roll us again and we slam into the wall.

Grabbing his head, I smash it into it again and again as he yells.

His cock jerks beneath me, rubbing against my dripping pussy in his desire.

He pulls free from my grasp, and I see the blood forming along his temple, and then I am thrown. I land on my ass across the room and roll to my feet, crouching as I watch him get to his feet.

Nothing of Dray is left. This is a mad animal, and it sends a bolt of desire straight to my heart .

I can never hurt him, never kill him. I never have to hold back, and that is addictive.

“I was just going to fuck you,” he snarls, stroking his hard cock, his piercing glistening in the dark. “Now I think I want your blood too.”

“You’ll have to pry it from me,” I taunt.

He flashes the knife again, and as I watch, he drags it along his lip before his tongue darts out and licks along the blade. “It can be arranged, soulmate.”

One second, we are talking, and then, we are fighting. Not teasing, not play fighting…actually fighting.

He slashes out with the knife, and I duck and weave around it, bringing my knee up to smash it into his junk, but he grabs my knee and twists me, throwing me into the bed.

I slam into it hard, jarring my jaw, and then the blade is at my throat as he drops to his knees behind me, pressing his cock to my ass as he leans in.

“I could slice your throat right now and fuck your body as you die, soulmate.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you like the pain I give you too much,” I pant, rubbing back against the blade and his cock.

“That’s true, I prefer you alive. To taunt, to tease.” He drags the knife down my throat, drawing blood. “To pleasure.”

Reaching back, I wrap my hand around the sharp edge of the blade and yank it free, cutting my hand in the process. The sudden pain has me gasping, even as my pussy clenches.

He groans at the sight, my bloodied hand wrapped around the blade, and he grinds his cock into my ass. “Fuck, wife, that’s so hot. Cut me, mix our blood together as we fuck.”

Our fighting so easily turns to sex, always has with him.

I turn and meet those icy eyes that burn only for me. I slice out quickly with the knife as I turn, cutting his cheek. I watch the blood well and start to drip down his cheek. His chest heaves, and his cock stands at attention, making me clench my thighs together.

He picks me up and throws me again. I bounce, my legs hanging off the bed, and suddenly, he is between them, making me laugh. He yanks them up and presses the balls of my feet to his shoulders as he lines up at my entrance and slams inside.

We both groan as he thrusts in deep, that piercing dragging along my walls, his hands gripping my hips so cruelly.

I slice again, down his chest, and he grunts as his cock jerks inside me.

Eyes wild, he starts to rut into me like an animal, harder and faster, pushing me up the bed from the force.

My already sore pussy aches, and that edge of pain has me crying out as I lift my hips to meet each desperate thrust.

He growls, the sound vibrating through me. Eyes on him, I run the blade down my chest, over my belly, and press the flat edge to my clit, just pressing the cool metal there as he slams into me. The tip is probably inches away from his dick, but it only spurs him on.

Those cold eyes flick from me down to the display, driving him wild.

This man can kill thousands and lead warriors so fearsome, people cry at the sight. Yet one look at me, and he’s lost. Tapping my clit with the knife, I groan before dragging the wet metal back up and around my nipples.

Grunting, he leans down and stretches my legs as he follows the path with his tongue, but then he suddenly pulls free, and a moment later, he is back.

He drags me up, sits on the bed, and drops me back down on his cock, making us both gasp.

I place my hands on his chest, confused until he produces a thin, needle-looking knife.

He hands it over. “Pierce my tongue, I want to feel it against your nipples and clit.”

Shaking, I take the knife, wanting to feel that myself.

He sticks out his tongue, trusting me. Freezing on his thick cock, I find the center of the tip and, with a sharp strike, sink it through his tongue.

He groans, thrusting up into me, and I quickly yank out the needle before I rip his tongue.

A moment later, his hands come up, messing with his tongue, and when he pulls back to show me, I see the matching bar through it.

“On your back, let me lick you,” he demands.

I roll free, and he’s between my thighs in an instant, dragging his tongue along it. When his piercing hits my clit, I almost scream. Laughing, he sucks it into his mouth, the cool edge of the hard metal pressing against it, making my hips jerk as I tumble over the edge of another orgasm.

Two seconds later, his cock is back in me and ramming into me harder than before.

I’m still riding the high, so I barely come down before I am thrown back into it, and he follows this time, his cock filling me as he comes.

We are locked together, panting and bloody.

He kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine, and I groan at the sensation of the bar.

I taste the blood and smokiness which is all Dray.

And not once did I think about my dad.