Page 49 of Til Def
I growl, pushing down on her back, forcing her to arch more. I continue, ripping into her hot walls inch by inch until my cock is fully swallowed. My eyes close, a slight wave in my posture before I glance down again, staring at her little pink ring gripping me tight at the base.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, more to myself than her.
She attempts to breathe through the discomfort, but she doesn’t know what’s coming. I’m about to ruin this little virgin asshole. By the time I’m finished, I’ll easily be able to slip my dick inside it for the rest of my days.
I lean over her body, grabbing my axe on the way. I set the handle across her throat, harshly tilting her head back with both hands on either side until she’s looking at me above her. Her eyes are wide, fear now flashing through them and a small sinister, smirk twitches on my lips.
I lean down, my lips ghosting over hers, then I drag my cock back before driving straight back in with a brutal plunge. She screams, eyes squeezing shut and it ticks something in my sadistic mind.
I pull the handle harder, restricting her breathing as I start to fuck her hard, banging myself deep inside. Her hands claw at the headboard, strangled screams repeatedly cut off by my axe and I snarl, becoming rougher, the sensation of ploughing into her ass everything I ever wanted.
“Let me taste your screams, kitten. I want to feast on your fear.” I bite out, becoming more vicious.
My hips crash against her ass with a brutal rhythm, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room, a raw symphony of possession. I watch her carefully, studying every shift of her body, every flicker of resistance or surrender as her face darkens to a deep, bruised purple. Her eyes meet mine, wide and pleading, as though begging for something I won’t give—or perhaps something only I can.
When her lips part, a broken gasp slipping free in her search for air, I lean in. I let the saliva gather on my tongue before releasing it, a glistening thread that lands squarely in her open mouth. The moment it touches her, my chest tightens with savage satisfaction.
I’ve marked her now. Claimed her. Reduced her to nothing and everything all at once. She’s fucking mine, utterly and irreversibly—and she knows it.
“This is what you wanted, my beautiful, broken girl. Now you see me—every sadistic, ruthless part of me.” My voice is low and unsteady with the pleasure I can barely contain.
As soon as her eyes roll, almost passing out from the choking and intensity, I loosen my hold on one side of the axe. The moment I do, her lungs seize the chance to draw in a desperate gasp of oxygen and her head slumps forward, almost lifeless.
I shift back, my fingers finding the small of her waist, digging deep into the bloodied flesh. The rawness of it fuels me, sends me spiraling into something feral. My hold strengthens, holding her to me as I pick up the pace, driving her asshole down onto my cock with unrelenting force. Her broken gasps and stifled cries bleed into the air and I own it. I consume it. I lose myself in it.
The tension coils tighter, and tighter, until it finally snaps. My release tears through me violently, leaving nothing but a guttural growl that rips from my chest as I bury myself deep inside her one last time.
As I spill my jizz inside her, my body trembles with the force of it, my head dropping forward to rest against the damp heat of her back. Her asshole pulses around my cock, a relentless thrum that pulls me deeper into overstimulation.
A growl rumbles low in my chest as I sink my teeth into her skin, marking her, grounding myself in the undeniable connection between us. She’s trembling, undone beneath me, and yet I can’t bring myself to stop. The heat of her body, the way she quakes under my weight—it keeps dragging me back, binding us together in a way neither of us can escape.
“You’re everything I knew you’d be. Kitten,” I confess, my voice trembling with a mix of devotion and madness. “A perfect ruin. A beautiful obsession I want to drown in until there’s nothing fucking left of me.”
…
After nearly fucking the life out of Raven, she’s curled up naked between my legs, her skin glowing with a sheen of water after washing herself. My back presses against the headboard as her head rests lazily on my chest, her crimson hair damp and sticking to my skin.
The med kit beside me holds tools to patch up the marks she created by jumping through that damn window. I work in silence, wrapping a bandage around her forearm before my gaze flicks to the window, noticing the light outside is dying, sinking into the kind of darkness I thrive in.
“We’re leaving. Get your shit,” I mutter, my tone sharp, already attempting to move.
She stirs, lifting her head to meet my eyes, her exhaustion painted across her face. “What?” The single word hangs in the between us, heavy with confusion.
“We’re not staying here,” I say, my voice rough. “I’m taking you somewhere else.”
I push myself off the bed, and her wide, concerned eyes follow me.
“But where?” she presses.
I shrug, snatching my black hoodie off the bed. “A fucking motel or something.”
As I pull the hoodie over my head and tug it into place, she keeps questioning, louder now, tinged with panic. “But there’s no motels around here. I looked before I travelled. How do you even plan to get us there? Do you suddenly know how to drive, Ty?”
Her words strike a nerve, and I scoff, glancing down as I thread my belt through my black jeans. “No,” I say, my voice low and edged with mockery, “but you fucking do, my beautiful girl.”
I lift my eyes to hers, watching as the realization hits her. Her disbelief is almost sweet—those wide blue eyes, those freckles on her nose that almost disappear as it scrunches when she gives a subtle shake of her head. It’s like she still thinks there’s a way out of this.
“I can’t drive you,” she protests as her hands slam down on the sheets. “I’ll be an accomplice… I’ll—”
