Chapter 34

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" T here she is." He smirks. "There's my girl."

His girl. That's all I want to be. His.

I want to belong to him wholly until we are no longer two people, just one. Until my heart matches the beat of his heart.

"Yours," I whisper. "I've been yours from the beginning."

He lowers his mouth to my breasts, his hot breath caressing my skin. His lips trail over my flesh before he lays a kiss over my bonding mark. Slowly, he travels lower, wrapping his lips around one nipple and sucking on it.

A wave of electricity travels through me. I let out a breathy moan as his tongue circles around the erect bud, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

"Nyk," I whimper, thrashing my head from side to side.

His body blankets mine, his heat transferring into me and providing me with warmth where I didn't know I was cold.

"I love you," I whisper. "So, so much."

He hums deep in his throat as he sucks on my nipple. Moving to the other breast, he repeats the ministrations.

His hot mouth slides lower to my stomach, and he lays wet, open-mouthed kisses all over my flesh.

"You like that," he murmurs, the vibrations echoing into my skin. "You like my mouth on you, don't you, Barbs?"

"Yes," I nod. "Please…"

I don't know what I'm asking him to do. There's only this overwhelming need to feel him closer; to have him touch me everywhere.

He smiles, nuzzling his face against my stomach. The sharp tips of his fangs graze against my skin, and a spark of electricity erupts within me. His big hands cup my breasts, pleasuring me gently while he teases me with the promise of pain.

A moan slips past my lips when his fangs penetrate my skin. Blood flows into his mouth, splattering over my stomach. The same spot on his stomach rips apart, gushing more blood, staining both of our bodies in a combination of our essences.

He licks a fiery path from under my breasts to my hip bone, where he nibbles on my flesh. It's slow and playful at first before he lodges his fangs into my skin.

I cry out.

He drags his fangs lower, creating a gash in my flesh that gushes out blood.

The pain is intense. But so is the pleasure of his touch and the wetness of his mouth as he flicks his tongue over the wound.

It's hot. It's primal, animalistic and hot.

His own flesh rips apart, mirroring my own wounds, and more blood flows between our bodies, lubricating our movements and staining the entire bed red.

His tongue laps greedily at my blood, not letting any drop go to waste.

And as he moves lower, tension knots in my belly as I await for him to touch me where I need him the most–where my blood and arousal meet and await for him to feast.

My light pink panties are drenched and dripping red. His nostrils flare as he lays his nose against my mound, sniffing me.

"So damn sweet." He groans, squeezing his eyes shut. "Your sweet cunt is weeping for me, isn't that right, Barbs?"

I nod eagerly.

"This is mine," he murmurs. "This sweet spot between your legs that no one's ever touched before–that only I know what it tastes like."

"Yes, only yours. Now please…"

I can barely form any coherent thoughts as he dips one finger between my legs, following the contour of my sex through my soaked panties. There's only a scrap of fabric separating us, and I wiggle against him as I urge him to remove that last barrier and touch me.

"Nyk… I need…"

"I know what you need." He winks at me.

The tip of his finger stops over my clit, and he gives it a soft flick that has me digging my heels in the mattress.

But Nykander doesn't play fair.

His mouth hovers over my aching sex as he teases me with the promise of sweet fulfillment. But suddenly, he stops. He raises his head just enough to give me a bloody smirk before he flips me on my belly.

A startled cry escapes me.

"Do you know," he starts as he lays the flat of his tongue over my ass cheek, "I have been watching you shake this ass in front of me for months and I have been imagining all the ways I would take you–all the ways I would claim this tight body of yours."

My breath hitches.

"Hard. Fast. Rough…" He pauses. "But also slow and gentle, taking my time with you until you beg me for more. Until you beg me to take you like the animal that I am."

He drags his fangs over my ass, gripping my flesh tightly before he bites it.

"Nyk," I moan aloud.

The sting of pain immediately gives way to immense pleasure, especially as he grabs on the sides of my underwear and tugs. The material rips, and as he discards it aside, he now has direct access to my most intimate spot.

I thrust my ass towards him, arching my back as I seek more of his touch.

"Please…"

"Please what? Say the words, Barbi. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Touch me," I whimper. "Put me out of my misery, please."

"Like this?" He asks as he dips one finger between my ass cheeks, sliding it lower until he encounters my wetness. He circles my hole, playing with my arousal.

I squirm against him.

"Yes… Oh, yes!"

He probes my entrance, pushing his finger inside me and stroking my inner walls. I clench around his digit, my breath coming in short spurts as my anticipation builds.

He trails his mouth all over my ass cheeks, biting and nibbling and occasionally sinking his fangs into me, all the while pumping his finger in and out of me.

"So wet," he murmurs appreciatively. "So fucking wet for me."

I feel his hot breath against my wetness, his mouth moving lower until his tongue replaces his finger. He presses his tongue deep inside me, tasting me, drinking me in.

I pull at the sheets, my fingers wrapped around the material.

His big palms cup my ass cheeks, kneading my flesh while his face is buried between them. He licks and kisses me as if he can't get enough, and the sensation of his tongue alone is enough to send me into overdrive.

His touch is fire, but one I would willingly allow to consume me.

Trailing his tongue lower, he wraps his mouth around my clit, sucking on it. I almost shoot off the bed at the sudden burst of electricity that moves through my body..

"Hold onto the railing," he commands.

I do as he says, wrapping my fingers around the metal railing of the bed and holding tight.

He nuzzles his face between my legs, and I feel him smile against my most intimate place before he resumes his ministrations. He flicks his tongue across my clit in rapid motions. My muscles tense, knots forming in my belly as my body prepares itself for the impending release.

But then he stops. Again.

"Nyk," I call out on a frustrated moan. "I need…"

"I know sweet thing." He chuckles, blowing air against my dampness. "I know exactly what you need. And you will get it. When the time is right."

"You wicked demon!" I retort, my voice breathy.

I bury my head in the sheets as he continues his torture, licking, nibbling and biting until he drives me crazy with want only to stop when I'm about to come.

Sweat builds up on my forehead, and tears stab at my eyes as I feel myself right at the edge of the precipice but unable to jump.

His sharp fangs graze my clit as he sucks in it, drawing blood.

The mix of pain and pleasure makes me spasm, an echo of an orgasm building inside of me. Just as tension builds inside of me again, ready to be released, he flips me onto my back.

I let out a surprised cry.

He chuckles, a dark look descending upon his features as he stares at my naked sex.

His lips and chin are stained red. A few drops of blood cling to his fangs, slowly transferring onto his lips.

I lean forward, pressing my lips against his own and capturing those errant drops. I suck his lower lip in my mouth, tasting myself on him.

His eyes widen in surprise at my initiative. His mouth curves up as he licks my lips before biting me in return. Blood flows between us. I bleed, he bleeds.

He wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me back, his eyes a cloudy silver that swirls with uncertainty. His tongue peeks out to lick the residual blood before he pushes me on the mattress and looms over me.

My wounds are already healed, but as he leans forward and captures my lips anew, he bites me so hard, I twitch in pain. His fangs penetrate my lower lip, and they lodge deeply in my flesh. Closing his mouth over my lower lip, he plays with it with his tongue, sucking all the blood flowing from my wound. And just as it threatens to close again, he increases the pressure, his bite even stronger.

His fingers are tightly wound around my neck and he has me trapped. The hold is not unbearable, but it is one step away from being suffocating. The pain from my lip makes me lightheaded, but as he reaches between our bodies with his other hand, he finds my damp sex and applies pressure in the right spot to make me buck against him.

He slips two fingers inside me–a delicious stretch. He pumps them in and out with increasing rapidity until I can't help the sounds that I make–the moans that he swallows and steals from me.

His thumb is on my clit as he pistons his fingers in and out of me.

"N-n-n-y-y-k…" I struggle to speak.

"Fuck you're hot. So damn hot," he says as he pulls his fangs from my lip. More blood flows between our mouths, down our chins and chests and covering us in red. He laps every drop off me as he continues to assault me with his fingers until I can't bear it anymore–until I scream at the top of my lungs as my release claims me.

Yet if I thought that was the end, I am about to be sorely mistaken.

My mind is fogged up by desire and the aftermath of my orgasm. I barely feel him release his hold on my neck and move down my body. But in no time he has my legs over his shoulders, his face buried between my thighs.

"Oh my God!" I yell as he flicks his tongue over my already sensitive flesh.

"Not God." He pauses, raising those stormy grey eyes to meet mine. "There is no god in this room other than me, sweet thing. Say my name," he commands.

My chest moves up and down, my breathing shallow.

"My name, Barbs. Say my name!"

"Nykander… Nyk…"

His lips twitch.

"Good girl," he murmurs.

He lays open-mouthed kisses all over my sex, teasing my clit with his teeth before sucking it in his mouth. He hums in the back of his throat, and the vibrations travel through me, intensifying all of his movements.

Despite being incredibly sensitive, I can't stop myself from coming again.

"Oh my–"

"My name, Barbs. I want to hear my name!" He interrupts me as I arch my back in the throes of my climax. I grasp onto the tangled sheets, my eyes squeezed shut as tears fall down my cheeks.

"Nyk," I moan. "My Nyk."

"That's my girl." He chuckles.

He gives me one last lick before he climbs up my body again, cleaning up the rest of the blood.

It takes me a moment to compose myself. And as I open my eyes, I come face to face with him.

He's so beautiful.

My heart thuds in my chest, threatening to poke a hole through it.

He's all wild locks and bloody lips, and when he looks at me with those stormy eyes of his, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. It's the only explanation for this–for how lucky I am that the fates have paired us together.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, cupping his cheek.

He lays a kiss to the center of my palm.

"Not as beautiful as you," he murmurs. "You are perfect. Perfect for me," he continues, nibbling on my fingers. "Sweet. Innocent. Untouched . You are mine. Just mine. As it was meant to be."

I blink at his odd words, but I don't dwell on them.

Smiling, I push him off me, reversing our positions so that he's now on his back and I'm on top of him.

He raises a lazy brow, watching me with interest.

"My turn," I add shyly.

"Hmm, is that so?" He asks. "And what did you have in mind?" He places his arms under his head, gazing at me with droopy eyes.

"Well…" I bite my lip as I scan his strong chest. My gaze drops to his half undone belt and the hardness straining against the material of his pants. "First, you are wearing far too many clothes," I say as a shiver of anticipation goes down my back.

"Then you should do something about it," he challenges.

I swallow.

Letting him take the lead was much easier since he didn't give me the time to get lost in my head. But this… Do I dare?

One glance at him strengthens my resolve.

With careful fingers, I grab onto his belt and undo it before moving to the buttons of his pants.

Butterflies dance in my stomach, anxious ones, but also excited ones.

I might not know what I'm doing, but I've read enough to do a decent job–I think.

I take a deep breath as the last button pops free. Tugging on the waist band, I urge him to help me take his pants off.

A wicked smile pulls at his lips as he complies.

Throwing the pair of pants on the floor, he's now wearing only a pair of briefs.

"And…this?" I ask breathlessly.

He nods. "Go ahead."

Right. I can do this.

I nibble on my lower lip as I bring my hands to his briefs, slowly tugging them off.

His laughter echoes in the room as he stops me. My eyes fly to his. But in no time, he pulls his underwear off and he's naked before me–truly naked.

Good Lord!

This is the first time I've seen him fully naked. Heat travels up my neck, and my cheeks must be stained red–in addition to the blood stains.

I get the urge to fan myself, and also fangirl in a corner for a moment. But it wouldn't do to behave thusly when we're about to get down and dirty.

I stare intently at that hard part of him, unable to believe my eyes.

I'd felt it before. I'd also touched it through his pants. But I never realized it would look so…threatening?

I gulp down warily.

Glancing up, I find him watching me daringly, his handsome brow raised in an overt challenge.

"You have gone quiet," he notes, his voice dripping with amusement. "Do I not please you, sweetheart?"

"It does. I mean, you do," I stammer, forcing a smile. "It's a nice…appendage," I say, making a fool of myself–again.

Damn it! We just had an awesome sensual interlude just moments ago and here I go ruining it with my idiotic comments.

Appendage! Who the hell says that?

Well, me apparently.

"Appendage?" He repeats, the hint of a smile on his face.

"Uhm, yes. It is a nice package you got there." I laugh nervously. And to prove I'm not afraid of it–though I totally am–I touch it gently with one finger.

It twitches.

My eyes widen and I pull back.

"Barbs?" He calls my name, his head tilted to the side as he studies me.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I repeat like a moron. "I'm not fine!" I eventually cry out, pointing out at his…thing. "That is too big, Nykander! You're going to split me into two. Why didn't you warn me?"

"Warn you?" He laughs. "And pray tell me, how should I have warned you?"

"I don't know. You could have told me that you have a monster in your pants? I could have at least mentally and spiritually prepared myself for it. But now…"

"Now?"

"You forget that the most I've had inside me are your two fingers–which are pretty big too, by the way. I don't know how that's gonna go in without tearing me in half."

"Sweetheart, I think you are getting ahead of yourself and–"

"Look," I say as I get closer to it. "It's literally the size of my forearm." I place my forearm next to his gigantic erection. They match. In fact, his might be thicker.

His shaft is straining against his stomach, angry veins scattered along its surface. The tip is a darker shade, spurting drops of white liquid. It's quite possibly the most beautiful dick I've ever seen–well, it's the only one I've ever seen in real life. But how will that translate to the actual act ? I may heal, but… Oh my, will he feel it too? When he puts that thing inside of me, will he feel the pain of it too?

Well, he should! Why are women always on the painful receiving end of things?

The more I stare at it, especially as it twitches some more in my direction, the more my anxiety skyrockets.

Good Lord! This is how I'm going to die. Impaled on a gigantic demon dick.

And here I was laughing when the heroine in my romance novels was making a ruckus about the hero's dick. I mean, even in porn, I don't think I've ever seen a man sporting something the size of Nyk's dick.

"Barbs, you have gone silent again," he notes. But this time, as I look up, all traces of amusement are gone, his features tight with worry. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, of course," I mutter, leaning further in to inspect it. "I am just trying to get used to the thought of that thing going inside of me," I add absentmindedly.

"Cock," he says huskily.

"Huh?" I blink.

"It is not a thing, Barbs. It is a cock."

"Oh, okay."

"Say it," he demands.

I wet my lips. I am face to face with his…cock. It's even bigger up-close.

"Cock," I whisper. I touch the tips of my fingers to the shaft. Oh, it's soft. And warm. "This feels nice," I nod to myself. "But I still don't think it's going to fit very well. Look, it doesn't even fit in my mouth." As I say this, I pull his shaft towards me and fit my mouth over the tip. My jaw strains to accommodate his size, and though it's uncomfortable, I manage to stick at least the tip inside.

"Barbs." He groans, throwing his head back.

"What?" My voice is muffled, and I forget that I have very sensitive flesh in my mouth. My teeth make contact with his shaft, and blood spurts inside my mouth.

My eyes widen.

"I-I a-am s-s-sorry," I stammer, but in my attempt to apologize, I bite down again. And this time, because the taste of blood is already fresh in my mouth, my fangs decide to make an impromptu appearance, nicking a vein.

Good Lord! I'm now going to drown in the blood from his dick!

I gag on the sudden flow of liquid, but surprisingly, instead of pulling me off him, Nyk grabs the back of my head and pushes me further down his shaft, feeding me a few more inches of his cock until it hits the back of my throat. My fangs graze more of his shaft due to the motion, but he doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he tightens his hold in my hair, his hips lifting off the mattress as he starts thrusting in and out of my mouth.

His head is thrown back, his mouth open as low moans of pleasure echo in my ears.

Oh. I must be doing something good. And to my surprise, I don't mind being choked on his cock. In fact, it's rather…pleasant. Especially as I watch his reactions and the way he's about to lose control.

His dark shadows seep out, surrounding us in a tight cocoon.

The blood overflows, dripping out of my mouth and down my chin.

His movements gain speed.

"Fuck. Just like that. Bite me," he rasps out.

I do as he asks, my fangs grazing up and down his cock before biting down hard.

He lets out a loud groan. He holds me down, thrusting into my mouth until he sticks the entire length of his monstrous cock down my throat. How he does it, I don't know, but I guess I'm here for the ride.

I breathe through my nose, slowly getting used to his intensity.

Maybe I should have asked him to fuck me from the get go. I'm kind of digging this forceful action he has going on. It's hot, not going to lie. Even as I'm choking and sputtering and my eyes tear from the intensity of it, it's hot.

Okay, that alleviates some of my concerns. If having his cock slammed down my throat is this hot, then having it slammed some other places might be even hotter.

My thoughts are interrupted when he pushes inside me all the way. My lips meet the base of his shaft when he stops, holding me in place. My jaw hurts. My lips are stretched around his thickness.

"That's a good girl," he rasps as he leans forward to watch me–us.

He holds me still against the base of his cock for a moment before he starts rocking slightly, pushing more of his length inside me.

Arousal drips out of me as I note the look of pure ecstasy on his face.

"Fuck. You have no idea what seeing you like this does to me," he mumbles, his voice barely coherent. His eyes are glazed, his irises a darker shade.

His nostrils flare.

"Ah." He smiles. "It makes you wet, too. You love being fucked like this, don't you?"

I nod eagerly. Yes, please fuck me some more. In fact, let's forget I asked about slow and gentle and give me hard and fast. Except I don't say this–I can't. The few mumbled words that come out result in more blood flooding my mouth.

He moans and rocks harder against me.

A few seconds later, the blood is accompanied by his hot seed. They mix in my mouth before going down my throat. He thrusts a few more times before he pulls me off him. His hand around my neck, he tips my head up to look at him.

"Swallow," he orders. "Swallow it all."

I do as he says.

His thumb caresses my lips, prying them open to inspect that I have, indeed, swallowed.

"Good girl," he whispers with a wink.

"You…liked it?" I ask in a low voice, needing more validation–needing to know he enjoyed it as much as I did.

"I fucking loved it. If I didn't know, I would have never thought this was your first time." He pauses. "It is, isn't it?" He narrows his eyes.

I nod.

"Of course it is," I huff aloud, rolling my eyes. "I've never even seen a…cock in person before today."

"Good." He nods, satisfied. "That is good. You are mine , Barbi. This body is mine and only mine, understood?"

"Yes. I am yours. Only yours."

A smile curves up his lips as he flips me on my back, pushing my legs open and sliding between them.

"So soon?" My eyes widen. "Don't you need time to…you know…recover?"

He smirks.

"You forget what I am, Barbs," he murmurs. "I am a wicked demon who is about to have his way with you."

As my eyes dip to his cock, I see that he is hard once more, blood staining his shaft and balls. He grips himself tightly as he rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance. He traces the outline of my sex, finding me even more drenched than before.

He lets out a low hum of approval.

"Fuck, you are so hot," he mutters under his breath as he mixes our juices together.

He slides his cock along the seam of my lips, eliciting low mewling sounds from me.

The fear from before is all but gone. He can split me in two all he wants as long as he takes me, ruts me, fucks me, does anything he wants with me. I don't even know where all these thoughts are coming from, but there is something inside of me that craves everything he has to give me.

"Do it," I tell him. "Take me."

I don't say it aloud, but he knows it.

Give me the pleasure and the pain!

"Patience." He chuckles.

He strokes me lightly, his thumb on my clit as he aligns the head of his cock to my entrance. Slowly, he pushes in.

My pulse quickens.

The mark on my chest heats up, creating an ungodly glow, one that's mirrored by his own mark.

There's a stinging sensation as he stretches me, inching his way inside as he continues to pet my clit.

I squirm against him. The pain is there, but it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I am more annoyed at his slowness.

"Nyk, please," I whimper as I cant my hips so he can slide inside me faster.

"Tell me when it hurts," he grits out, his features strained.

"It's fine. Please…"

He pushes further in, filling me slowly. Despite my assurances, he takes his time. And when he's sheathed to the hilt, he stops, giving me time to accommodate to his girth.

The feeling of him inside of me is…wondrous. A dreamy sigh escapes me.

"Oh, Nykander," I murmur, beckoning him towards me. "Do you feel this?" I lay my hand flat on his chest, right on top of the mating mark.

It glows a deep red, its heat seeping into my palm and traveling through my body all the way to my mating mark. Through the simple act of touching, of having him inside me like this, the individual marks become one too. They morph under my very gaze, the symbols moving and turning until they settle on a shared combination–one that's now a dark red as opposed to the previous jet black.

"I do," he groans. His voice is thick and heavy, and as he looks into my eyes, I note the moisture clinging to his lashes.

He's…crying?

"Nyk…"

He squeezes his eyes shut and a teardrop falls down his cheek.

Digging his fingers into my hip bones, he withdraws all the way before he slams himself back inside of me, the power of his thrust making me reel. I hold onto him, grabbing onto his biceps as he lowers his mouth to mine, claiming it as he claims my body.

I'm wet enough that he slides easily in and out. Once the initial discomfort gives way, he moves smoothly, his length caressing my inner walls.

I wrap my legs around him, holding him close to me.

Each thrust is more powerful than the last. His mouth, too, emulates those movements as his tongue spars with mine, invading my mouth like he is invading my body–savagely but lovingly.

I clench my muscles around him and he groans against my mouth.

"Fuck. I don't think I'm going to last," he mutters in a low voice. "So tight. Been too long… I…" Before he can finish his sentence, his mouth seeks my neck and he bites me hard just as his cock starts spasming inside of me, filling me with his release.

I caress him gently down his back while he feeds, holding him deep inside of me until the last of his tremors have subsided.

When he's done, he laps gently at the wound until it closes, but he doesn't move.

His head on my chest, his cock still inside of me, he falls asleep in my embrace.