Immortal Cravings: Of Sin And Blood

ADMIT YOU STILL WANT ME

LENA

With his grip still locked around my throat, his other hand lifts one of my thighs and next, he slams into me in one brutal thrust.

I cry out, my head falling back in pleasure.

He starts f*****g me hard and fast against the post, his hand choking my throat, his other hand still keeping my thigh lifted up. His c**k is so big, the thick length stretching me perfectly and hitting that deep spot inside me with every slick thrust. My toes curl hard, the chains of my collar and cuffs rattling with each powerful slam of his hips against mine.

“You left me,” he growls, his c**k still punishing me ruthlessly. “You walked away like I meant nothing to you. Now, you are dripping all over your ex’s c**k like a desperate slut.”

Before I can respond, he kisses me roughly and tears prick my eyes from the mix of pleasure and pain in his kiss.

Unable to resist, I kiss him back fiercely and bite his lower lip, drawing his blood and drinking it.

Fuck. Even after all these years, he still tastes so f*****g good.

“You b***h,” he moans from my bite, his c**k pounding me even harder.

“I had reasons for leaving you,” I gasp against his mouth. “You don’t understand.”

“Then tell me or I will keep ruining this tight p***y all night long,” He threatens.

Still yet, I say nothing.

And he keeps punishing me.

His hand on my throat squeezes my airway even more, his other hand painfully gripping my thigh. He continues pounding into me, the sensations of his ruthless thrusts overwhelming me and dragging me closer and closer to the edge until I finally tumble over, crashing into my orgasm.

“f**k!” I cry out, my thighs bucking wildly, my p***y vibrating around his c**k.

He doesn’t stop.

He continues f*****g me through my orgasm, his merciless thrusts plunging in and out of me until I fall limp, tired and panting hard.

But he doesn't look like he is done with me.

Not even close.

Before I can open my mouth to beg him to let me go, he suddenly pulls out his c**k, frees my wrists, bends me over a nearby table, kicks my legs wider, and slams his c**k back into me again, now f*****g me from behind, his hand fisting my hair while his other hand squeezes one of my breasts and pinches the n****e hard.

Fuck.

“Keep taking every damn inch of my c**k like the heartless slut you are,” he growls, the degradation burning into me. “Your p***y is all mine tonight, but I am not going to let you come again until you admit you still want me, so say it.”

“I still want you!” I confess breathlessly. “f**k I still do! Please don't stop! Please f**k me harder!”

“Seems like you have earned your reward,” he teases and intensifies the pace, our bodies slapping hard against each other, my hips pushing back against him and meeting every filthy thrust he keeps giving to me until I finally shatter even harder than my previous orgasm, my p***y squeezing and soaking his c**k with my release.

“f**k,” he groans and right then, he hits his own orgasm, his c**k spilling inside me and coating the walls of my p***y with his c*m. He keeps thrusting through his release, his c*m mixing with my wetness and leaking out of me until he finally collapses on my back, the both of us breathing heavily.

Moments later, he pulls out of me and unlocks the cuffs around my wrists. Afterwards, he carries me to the large bed in the center of the room and on reaching the bed, he dumps me there, our combined releases dripping down my thighs.

“Tell me why you broke up with me,” he asks, his eyes locked on mine, his gaze searching my own while waiting for my answer.

“I told you it doesn't matter,” I reply.

“Really?” He climbs into the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he crawls towards me.

I crawl backwards, my body instantly hitting the headboard and I stop.

Wordlessly, he reaches me, his eyes never looking away from me. My breath hitches when he grips my face, his thumb roughly tracing my bottom lip.

“I want answers,” he whispers.

“I said—”

He cuts me off with a bruising kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth without permission.

I kiss him back, moaning into his mouth.

He greedily swallows the sound and kisses me harder, his tongue tangling with mine. His hand leaves my face and travels to the back of my neck, his fingers massaging small circles there before angling my head backwards for deeper penetration of his tongue into my mouth.

Fuck.

His hand leaves the back of my neck, now sliding down my chest and brushing over my breast. I gasp softly, the tension between us crackling with every moan, every dance of our tongues, and every touch of his hand now inching down towards my p***y. The years of separation between us doesn't seem to matter in this moment because he is kissing me like he can't get enough.

And me? I can't get enough too.

“You still kiss me like you never stopped loving me,” he whispers hoarsely against my lips, his fingers now tracing the collar around my neck.

Dammit. I know what he is doing.

He wants to seduce me into telling him the reason why I broke up with him.

He wants to seduce the answer out of me.

My heart squeezes, the confession sitting heavily on my tongue but I don't think I am ready to say it yet.

I don't think it's even worth saying anymore.

“Since you are still silent about why you broke up with me, then you have left me with no choice,” he murmurs against my mouth and slides his hand between my thighs, his fingers circling my sensitive c**t. “There will be no rest for you tonight, Lena. I will keep punishing you and in the next round, you are going to ride me while I continue forcing you to confess the secret you are still hiding from me.”

My p***y instantly clenches at his words, my heart pounding hard against my ribs.

I am so f****d.