Daelan pov
Her eyes were wide and teary.
Her cheeks were flushed.
Her lips parted so perfectly as the crown of my c**k, glistening with my pre-c*m, pressed between them.
And her body, oh, her body trembled and shook beneath me as I stared down at her with a wide grin, my eyes curved in bliss as her taste still lingered on my tongue.
The way her walls had clung so greedily around me as I plunged deep inside her, the way she arched against me, the way she moaned and whimpered like a desperate, filthy little slut begging to be f****d, it was intoxicating.
It was addicting.
I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted more, wanted to break her, to use her, to make her cry, to make her mine.
My grin stretched wider as my tongue slid over my slightly sharp fangs, my eyes flicking to her neck, glowin
