“You like that, don’t you?” he whispers, and suddenly he’s reaching forward and wrapping a strong hand around my throat, pulling me back off the bed so my back is arched and I’m on my knees. “You like how deep I’m inside you. How my cock claims every inch of you.”
His grip on my throat tightens and he yanks my head back even further so that his mouth is at my ear, his dick driving in even deeper from this angle, hitting all the aching nerves inside me. “You belong to me, Lenore. Every fucking inch of your tight little cunt is mine, always will be. Not his, not anyone else’s.” He pulls out and pushes in so hard I’m swearing, the sounds choking in my throat as he crushes my windpipe, my breasts jostling as he picks up the pace.
“Tell me I’m yours, moonshine,” he rasps through a low groan, breath hot at my ear as he drives in and out of me, his hips powerful and relentless as they smack my ass. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I belong to you,” I try to say, but he’s choking me so hard that I can’t even talk. Guess I don’t need to. He knows.
He responds by letting out a deep rumbling moan and reaches down over my stomach, his fingers sliding over my clit.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out, his grip loosening enough for me to scream, and then he’s fucking me even harder and I have no choice but to let go. I watch as Mathias starts stroking his dick harder, mouth open, and then he’s coming, his cum shooting out in a hot arc, the smell filling the room.
I come seconds later, so hard that I think I might actually have a heart attack, the orgasm ripping through me as Solon’s fingers glide over my sweet spot, as his cock strokes every sensitive hollow inside me, as Mathias continues to come from watching us fuck like the wild animals we are.
“Jesus, my god!” I scream, the waves hitting me over and over, and Solon keeps up his punishing pace and I can’t stop coming, I’m just a mess of cries and strangled words of release and endless moans. My body is shaking, trembling, skin hot and tight, until I feel completely boneless and brainless.
“Lenore,” Solon whispers harshly at my neck. “Oh fuck. I’m coming.” His voice trails off as his breath catches.
Then he bites me.
Just as I thought he would.
Just as I hoped he would.
His fangs pierce the skin on the back of my neck, sending another wave of pleasure through my already spent body, and then he’s sucking back my blood while he comes. He groans loudly into my skin as he feeds from me, in such a way that I feel it vibrating in the marrow of my bones, and then I feel him coming inside me, hot and hard and filling every inch.
His hips pump hard, once, then again, the air leaving my lungs, and then he’s breathing hard through his nose as he continues to drink me and I’m left in another state. One of pure bliss, pure sex, pure love. I’m beyond all the worlds right now.
Finally, he pulls his teeth out of my neck, then gently places a kiss on the wound, his lips trailing to my jaw as he lets go of my throat and grabs my chin instead, pulling my head to the side. He kisses my mouth from the side, hot and open and messy.
And mine again.
It takes a moment to realize what just happened. We had sex. Emotional, pent-up, overdue, wild, hedonistic sex in front of a stranger. In the Red World.
But more than that, we just had sex…and the beast didn’t make an appearance. I know I might not be so lucky next time, but this time…we made it.
“I think we dodged a bullet there,” Solon says, his voice low and rough as his hand drifts down over my breasts, over my waist, until he’s pulling out of me, leaving me with an empty feeling, my body already wanting him back inside.
I nearly collapse onto the bed but Solon wraps his arms around me, lowering me gently before flipping me over so I’m on my back.
He stares down at me, his eyes sated and soft, crinkling at the corners, his mouth lifted in a small satisfied smile. “I don’t regret a thing.”
“You better not,” I tell him. “I can’t do that again. I can’t go without you. I’d rather take my risks and my chances.”
His smile falls, gaze turning remorseful as he looks at my chest, at the marks the beast left. “But the risks are too great, my dear. The scars remind me of what I did, what I can do, what might happen again.”
I reach up and put my hand on his face, my fingertips pressing into his cheekbones, feeling the heat in his flushed cheeks, a rare feeling. “It wasn’t you Solon. It was the beast who left them. And I don’t let these scars remind me of what the monster did. I let them remind me of what I can survive.”