He groaned and laid me back on the floor, his tongue dancing with mine. Then, suddenly, there was the pain I’d been craving. He ran the tip of his blade along the side of my breast. I moaned, ripping my lips from his, the pain feeling so good.
“Fuck,” Ryker rasped, leaning up to look down at his handiwork. “You look so fucking gorgeous with blood on you.”
“More,” I pleaded, my eyes locking on his. I’d never had to be ashamed with Ryker, and I sure as fuck wasn’t about to start now. “I want more.”
Apparently, my wish was his command. He cut me in numerous places, smearing my blood with his other hand, coating me in red. My pussy was drenched, desperate for him to relieve the ache that he was building inside of me.
I needed to cum. I needed him inside me.
“Ryker,” I moaned as I parted my legs, my hips rising off the floor.
“You are soaked,” he rasped, sliding his bloody hand over my cunt. I moaned, grinding my hips against his fingers. “Fucking drenched, little star.”
I moaned as he dipped two thick fingers inside my tight channel. He set aside his knife and leaned down between my legs, his mouth covering my clit. “Yes!” I cried out, my hands twisting into his hair as I ground against his face.
He did something fucking magical with his tongue and curled his fingers at the same time. I screamed his name as I came, and like the greedy man I knew Ryker was, he licked me clean, drinking up every bit I was giving him.
Then, he yanked his cock out of his jeans and buried himself to the hilt inside of me. I gripped his shirt and tugged it over his head. My blood smeared over his body as he hooked his arms under me, his hands gripping my shoulders as he began to fuck me hard. It almost felt like he was breaking me in two, but I wanted the pain.
I craved it.
He covered my neck in hickeys. I lost count of the number of times I came around him. The cuts on my body stung as our sweat got into the cuts, but it spurred me on.
I was pleading with him to fuck me harder, and he gave me my wish. He spread my legs wider and slammed into me before he shouted my name, coming inside my cunt, his hot seed settling deep inside me.
Then, he leaned down, gripped my chin, and pressed his lips to mine. “You’re mine, little star.”
“Yours,” I panted.
And I didn’t want to belong to any other person – not even myself.