Page 49 of Fangs

He pushes in. The first brush of that broad head against my entrance makes me jolt.

“Look at me,” he says again. “I want you to watch every second of this.”

My tight flesh yields slowly to the thick intrusion. The stretch burns, sharp and overwhelming. He works only the first half of his shaft inside me, eyes glued to the place where we join, watching my body struggle to take him.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re strangling me already.”

He bottoms out at the halfway mark and stays there, giving me time to adjust. Then he begins to move—slow, deep thrusts that never give me more than half his length. Every stroke drags against places I didn’t know existed.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice rough. “Taking me so well.”

He fucks me in measured thrusts, never seating himself fully, voice rough between every stroke.

“This cunt was made for my cock.”

Then he pulls free. Shadows seize my hips and flip me onto my hands and knees across the wide oak table. Cool air kisses my soaked, swollen flesh a second before his hands—and the living dark—spread me open.

“The perfect meal is now served,” he barks.

His mouth descends. He licks every drop of slick and the faint copper of blood, sucking greedily at the source. His tongue finds my clit and works it without mercy.

“Come for me when I tell you. Not before.”

He builds me higher, higher, until I am shaking and desperate. Only then does the faintest edge of teeth graze the swollen bud, he growls the order against me.

“Come for me,” he barks. “Now.”

I shatter on command with a loud, broken scream. One hand fists in my hair, the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise and he mounts me from behind.

He fucks me without mercy, exactly as I asked—deep, relentless, animal—while his fangs scrape along my shoulder, my spine, the side of my throat, never quite breaking skin.

“You wanted this,” he snarls between thrusts. “You begged for the monster. Now take it.”

I moan and push back onto him, lost in pleasure.

He shifts lower for a moment, pulling almost free so he can drag his tongue to where I’m the slickest. The sudden heat of his mouth makes me cry out. Then he surges back inside, cock stretching me open again.

He lifts me onto the chaise as if I weigh nothing, settling over me in one fluid motion

“That’s it. Take what I give you.”

Thrust.

“Good girl.”

Thrust.

“Feel how wet you are for the monster who owns you?”

Thrust.

“You jumped off a roof and still ended up here, spread open on my cock. What does that make you?”

I can only moan. The shadows tighten when I try to rock up for more. He won’t let me.

The faintest edge of teeth grazes my neck and I shatter. A loud, broken scream tears from my throat as pleasure rips through me. My walls clamp down on the thick length inside me. He fucks me through it, eyes never leaving my face.

When I can breathe again he is still moving, still scraping those fangs over every sensitive place he can reach.