She gasped as I sank two fingers inside her heat and curled them up, stroking that spot inside her that made her squirm. I held her still with the weight of my torso and finished cutting my name into her flesh while I carefully dragged my fingers in and out of her greedy cunt.
“Gonna keep carvin’ my name here until it sticks,” I vowed. “You’re gonna wear my name on your pretty pussy for the rest of your fuckin’ life.”
“Yes,” she cried, head thrashing at the pleasure, as I held her still and made her take it.
Finished with the knife, I folded it closed and pocketed it before I lapped at the wound with my tongue. She cried out at the first lash of warmth against her broken skin, head thrusting back into the pillows, legs shaking.
“This is the kinda beast you got in your bed, sweet Bea,” I growled as I followed a bead of blood into the crease of her hip and groin, then bit down on the tender flesh of her inner thigh. “The kinda man who likes to break you open just to fill you up.”
“Yes, please, yes. Fuck me,” Bea begged, her voice tight with need. “Please, Priest, let go. Fuck me the way I want to be fucked. Ruin me.”
A growl tore from my throat, her sweetness cutting through my control like a blade.
Snip, snip, snip.
I reared up, collecting her creamy legs over my biceps and pushing forward so she was splayed wide and completely vulnerable. She shuddered and moaned weakly as I thrust my cock against her sensitive, slick folds, not fucking into her, just sliding through that wet to coat my shaft in her.
“I love this,” she confessed dreamily in a lustful trance. “I love being so wanton for you. I love being yours to use.”
A shiver ripped down my spine almost painfully. A moment later, I was thrusting hard into that tight cunt, grunting as she clenched hard around me and tossed her head back to scream.
Yes.
I wanted her screams.
My hand went up to her throat, squeezing just hard enough to feel her pulse throb desperately against my thumb. Her pussy beat around me in time with that rapid rhythm, tight walls sucking at me, forcing me to pump harder and deeper. I was at the end of that snug channel, each hit against her cervix causing her to cry out in pain and ecstasy.
“Yes,” she chanted breathlessly, legs shaking as an orgasm began to build. “Oh, my God.”
It wasn’t enough.
The animal inside me, that beast that ruled my body in the deep dark, reared its ugly head and declared war on Bea’s tight little body. I bent to savage the tips of her pink breasts with my teeth, grunting hard when she tried to thrash against me.
“Priest, Priest,” she chanted brokenly, tears gathering in her wet velvet blue eyes as I pounded into her pussy, showing my irrevocable ownership of it. “Please, I, I can’t…It’s too much. I-I-I––”
“That’s it,” I rasped against her throat before I pinned my teeth there, biting hard enough to feel the tang of blood.
That did it.
The sharp, hard pressure broke Bea open beneath me like a Christmas cracker, her limbs shaking, pussy flooding around my pistoning cock.
It wasn’t enough for me.
I needed more.
The total decimation of her sanity.
I wanted her to come apart on my cock and have to beg me breathlessly to stop.
She’d stripped me down to the studs tonight. I owed it to her to do the same.
I flipped her over before she could recover, her hands twisting in the lights, fingers wrapping instinctively around the headboard for balance as I rucked her hips up and back. My cruel hands on her little waist bit into the skin as I thrust her back on my cum-wet cock.
Her head tossed back, haloed hair flying as she grunted and cried out at the depth of me inside her. I wrapped a hand around that hair, using it as reins to pin her head back so I could watch passion contort that pretty face.
With the other hand, I tested the pliancy of her sweet, round ass.
Smack.
A sharp gasp giving way to a whimper.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Her skin was deepening from peachy pink to vivid red, my handprint stamped into her delicate flesh.
Mine, mine, mine.
I must have growled the words aloud because Bea mimicked back, “Yours, yours, yours.”
I smacked her hard, loving the jiggle of that peachy ass, loving the fierce cries falling from her lips to the bed the way her wet cunt dripped to the sheets beneath my driving dick.
“You’re mine,” I ground out as my balls tightened, the base of my spine clenching hard with the need to blow inside her tight cunt. “You’re mine in life; you’re mine in death. We’re never gonna be fuckin’ parted, mo cuishle. I’ll haunt you, I’ll haunt you, I’ll haunt you.”