Chapter 14 #2
“Just go slow,” I whispered, the words leaving me softer than I intended, almost fragile.
“Of course, my Siren,” he purred in return, his voice gentle, reassuring, and yet still carrying that same underlying weight it always seemed to hold.
I also knew that name should have unsettled me. It should have sparked questions. Should have made me pause long enough to wonder if this, whatever this was between us, had anything to do with what he believed I might be. Even without proof, even without certainty.
It should have made me hesitate and should have forced me to take a step back. To really think about whether this moment was truly mine, or something shaped by his expectations.
But I didn’t.
Because I couldn’t.
As whatever warning that thought might have carried, it was quickly drowned out by something far stronger.
Something that had already taken hold long before now.
One that refused to loosen its grip, no matter how much sense might have demanded it.
And in that moment, wrapped around him, held by him, it felt as though no power in existence could have made me stop, even if I had wanted to.
After a few moments, he started to move, slowly at first. The pleasure building far quicker than it ever had before.
In fact, tonight was full of firsts. The main one being that, admittedly, I had never orgasmed during intercourse before.
Something I didn’t even think possible until now.
Until those slow thrusts started to feel the walls of my channel clenching around him.
Until I started to beg him to fuck me faster.
“Please… faster...” He gave me a sweet kiss in return, a knowing grin appearing before he replied,
“Yes, my goddess… my fucking perfection.” And with that, he held on tighter to my hips and really started to pound into me.
The speed of his thrusts quite literally stole my breath, as my mouth opened, but nothing came out until seconds after, the most intense, insane pleasure exploded out of me.
Pleasure, he continued to draw out of me, as his unrelenting movements meant his cock still hammered into me, orgasm or not.
He didn’t slow down, and I was left with no other option but to cling on.
Shattering around him for what I knew wouldn’t be the last time.
As for the living God above me, it was like he wanted to play out as many different scenarios as he could. As if he had been thinking about all the ways he wanted to fuck me since the day we met. All the ways he could take over my body, and in a way, I never even dreamed were possible.
He flipped me onto my back, after pulling out of me for only a second before thrusting right back in.
His hand fisting in my hair, pulling my neck taut, so that he could bury his face there.
His lips taunting me, as they kissed and bit their way up my flesh, growling just below my ear.
After that, they then licked their way down to where my neck met my shoulder.
His body curled around me, doing so easily with the size difference.
His arms locked me to his frame as he pounded into me, his hips driving forward at an incredible speed.
Then he straightened us both, putting me in a position I’d never had sex in before.
Especially when he picked up my body, holding it like it was a vessel for his pleasure and mine.
He then lifted me on and off his cock at the same time, he thrust up with his hips.
I was left marveling at the strength of him and not just in the way his body moved.
But in the quiet, unwavering control that seemed to define every touch, every shift of his weight.
As though nothing about him was ever uncertain.
The thought barely had time to settle before a sharp breath tore from me, my head tipping back as his teeth scraped against my skin.
The sensation sending a jolt straight through me, made all the more intense by the warmth that followed as he soothed it.
His tongue tracing over the faint sting as though savoring it.
“Fuck… you taste so good,” he growled against my neck, his voice dropping lower, rougher. The control I had felt moments before now threaded with something far more primal.
“Fucking heaven… God’s gift to me.”
The words sent heat spiraling through me, but it was the shift in him that held me there. The way his voice deepened further, darkening with something possessive, something ancient and unyielding as it wrapped itself around every syllable.
“A light for my dark soul,” he whispered, the words brushing against my skin like a vow rather than a statement. The softness before that edge returned, sharper now, more certain.
“Mine to claim… mine to own… mine to possess.”
“I’m going to ruin this hot little body. Fill you with my cum. Ruin you for all others. For you will only ever know my touch, Eliza… I’m going to claim you inside and out.”
And then, without warning, pain flared at my neck where his lips had been.
Sharp and sudden as his teeth broke the surface of my skin, the sensation pulled a startled cry from me.
One laced first with panic as instinct kicked in.
I tensed, my body reacting before my mind could catch up, but the moment I tried to pull away, his arms tightened around me.
One banded across my torso, firm and unyielding, holding me in place with a strength that left no room for escape.
Before I could even think to protest, the sharpness shifted, the initial sting melting into something entirely different as he soothed it.
The warmth of him replaced the pain in a way that sent a shiver through me instead.
I felt the faint pull at my neck, the strange, disorienting sensation of it grounding me even as it unraveled something deeper.
Something I hadn’t realized had been building until that exact moment.
And that second pull of my blood…
That was all it took.
Because whatever fragile hold I had left shattered completely.
The tension snapped all at once as I came undone in his arms. The world narrowing down to nothing but sensation, nothing but him.
Which was why it hit me so quickly, so powerfully, that for a moment I genuinely questioned whether it was even real.
I had never experienced anything like it before.
It felt almost out of body, as though I were coming apart at the seams, every sensation pulling me further under.
Every part of me seemed to hum with it, as if something electric had taken hold beneath my skin, leaving me trembling at how incredible it felt.
And soon, I wasn’t the only one, as seconds after my release, he followed.
A roar ripped from him, rising toward the ceiling as he pulled his fangs from my neck, the motion sharp as they tore free.
The sound was raw, animalistic, something dark and demonic woven through it, and it should have been terrifying.
And yet… it wasn’t.
Because in the throes of my orgasm, one that made me question whether or not it would ever end, I could only find myself more turned on by being possessed by such a beast.
More turned on when I felt his cock pumping into me as he marked me with his release, his cum already dripping out of me from where he continued to move inside me. As if he, too, never wanted it to end. But end it did.
Starting with him lowering his head back to my neck, where he had bitten me, and holding me steady as his tongue traced over the wound.
Doing so in a tender, slow way that made me shiver despite myself.
It left me wondering whether he was simply savoring the last remnants of his meal or if there was something more to it.
Something deeper, because the pain had already faded, replaced by a warmth that spread through me in its place.
“Fucking perfection,” he rumbled against my ear, his voice low and satisfied as it curled through me.
Then his hold on me shifted, more carefully now as he eased me back against the bed, his still hard cock locking me in place.
Before that, he had drawn another moan from me as he pulled away, leaving my body feeling completely boneless, as though I might simply melt into the bed beneath me.
I couldn’t have moved even if he had asked me to, and thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he took care of everything, guiding me gently, rolling me closer until I was facing him. His hands came up to push my hair back, both of them framing my face as though he needed to see me clearly.
His touch was steadier now, careful in a way that contrasted everything that had come before, as he tipped my head up just enough to meet his gaze.
“Tell me what you feel, baby,” he murmured softly.
“Did I hurt you?” I shook my head, the movement small, barely there, but it was all I could manage.
My body was still caught somewhere between exhaustion and lingering sensation.
The quiet sigh that left him carried more weight than I expected, the relief in it enough to make something in my chest tighten.
“Good… that’s good.”
His thumb brushed lightly along my cheek as he studied me, something thoughtful settling into his expression before he added, more quietly,
“So many times you made me want to lose control.” I let out a soft scoff at that, my voice faint but edged with disbelief.
“That wasn’t you losing control?”
A slow grin tugged at his lips, something knowing in the way it curved as he tilted his head slightly.
“Maybe a little,” he admitted, though there was nothing uncertain about him. Not really.
“Let me clean you up… my sweet girl.”
The words softened the moment even further, his tone shifting into something gentler.
Something that wrapped around me just as surely as his arms had before.
I felt the press of his lips against my forehead.
The kiss was light but grounding, before the warmth of him lifted from the mattress, leaving behind a space that already felt too empty in his absence.
I think I meant to stay awake. To watch him return. To hold onto the moment just a little longer. But my body had other plans.
Because somewhere between one breath and the next, exhaustion finally claimed me. Pulling me under before I could fight it, leaving me with only the lingering warmth of him and the quiet certainty settling deep in my chest as sleep took hold.
That he was right…
He had ruined me for anyone else.