Chapter 33 #3
Crew slides his cock into me hard, taking his time pulling it out as his fingers find my clit, applying more pressure.
With every touch, I fear I may go insane from this feeling, yet I pray it never stops.
Crew removes his mouth from mine, and my mind goes wild as I watch razor-sharp teeth replace his normal ones.
His handsomely demonic face shifts, and my eyes widen.
A sinister smirk spreads across his features, and he slides a tooth across his wrist, making black blood slowly trickle down his arm. His pulsing veins move toward my mouth, and I watch in awe as no pain shows beneath his lust-filled expression.
“Drink it, blood slinger,” Crew demands.
I only stare as more blood begins to leak from him.
“I said, fucking drink it.”
I smile and lift my wrist, watching his expression turn to pure pleasure mixed with insanity. I place the softest part of my inner arm to his mouth, and he pauses.
“You first,” I respond.
Crew beams with pride and sinks his teeth into my wrist. A sharp pierce of pain moves through me, but I don’t flinch as he removes his mouth, making a bit of blood trickle from the bite marks. His gaze finds mine, and I watch as his expression contorts into pure madness.
He thrust into me, making me gasp, and I lean my head forward to lick a bit of blood from his wrist. My body cries in pleasure while Crew sucks at my wrist, tasting the coppery liquid drip from my body.
He pumps in and out of me more frantically as the bond screams. The black blood snakes down my throat like a stiff drink, and power surges through me.
Something within me roars, making me gasp for air, and suddenly I feel every ounce of Crew—his thoughts, emotions, and pleasure—as if I can feel him fucking me.
He watches me lick his own life source, dropping my wrist, and a deep moan escapes his throat. His dark gaze locks onto mine, and he presses himself more firmly against me, feeling the euphoria of our blood blending.
“You.”
Thrust.
“Are.”
Thrust.
“Mine.”
He moves his wrist from my lips, making blood spill onto my body. The warmth of his black blood covers me, and I watch as it drips across my breasts. He leans forward, licking his own blood off my nipples, and my jaw slackens. Another hard thrust, and I come completely unraveled.
Oh, my fucking God.
A wave rattles my soul, and a tingle spreads through my body, starting in my legs and traveling like a shooting light into my veins. My orgasm hits me as if I’ve fallen from the sky onto the hard ground, and I cry out.
My heart thunders, and I tilt my head back and scream.
“Crew,” I sob into the air, feeling his dick and blood inside of me, making everything pulse with desire.
His lips crash against mine, and I feel him thrust twice more before he moans into my mouth, coming apart inside me. The thick heat of his cum fills me, and my chest heaves as we meld together, our bodies in absolute sync.
He places both hands on opposite sides of my face, and I gaze into his eyes. He shines brighter, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and leans forward to kiss me gently on the lips. I feel his dick slide out of me, and he falls to the ground, inhaling deeply.
I turn, propping myself up on my elbows, and lean forward to kiss him on the lips. The cut on his wrist begins to heal on its own, and my skin weaves back together as if nothing had happened. He grabs my arm, ensuring I’m healing properly, and smiles as the cut disappears.
He tucks a fallen piece of hair behind my ear, and a smirk spreads across his face. I smile back, and we lie together in a tangled, sweaty mess.
“You did well, Bannermin.”
He leans forward, grabbing my side and making me yelp. “You are such a little shit.”
I fall back to the ground and tuck myself into his arm. He slowly traces his fingers up and down my stomach, sending goosebumps all over my skin. With every movement, my body tingles and burns with more desire. I cut my gaze toward him, and he smiles ear to ear, sensing my arousal.
His fingers trail lower until once more he slowly traces a circle around my clit, making me whine from the sensitivity. He smirks, sitting up slightly, and plunges two fingers into my core, hooking them inside me. He presses them deeper, and I whimper.
“You are soaking wet,” he purrs. “Do I drive you absolutely fucking wild?”
I roll on top of him, pinning his arms to the ground above his head.
“You wish,” I tease.
His dark wings pool on the ground around him, and I lean forward, gently touching the base of his dick. I grin as I feel his cock immediately grow hard underneath me, and he jolts.
“Sensitive?” I kiss his lips.
I stare into his beautiful eyes as I slowly guide his throbbing cock back into me, and smirk as I lean down inches from his face.
“You don’t know what you are getting yourself into, Crew,” I whisper into his mouth, sitting down.
“I…” He rasps as I slowly slide up and back down. “I don’t… fucking care as long as it involves you.”
“Good.”
I ride him, again and again, letting the thrill of his body and our connection draw me in, never wanting to stop grinding my hips against his. My cries echo through the apartment as we both climax once more, consumed by the intense feeling of our bond.
As soon as we finish, we start again, fucking on and off for the rest of the afternoon.