She moans, her tongue duelling with mine, fighting even now. Dipping between our bodies, I stroke her soaking wet pussy, and she writhes and mewls against me, and when I don’t immediately sink into her wet heat, she bites down on my lip, until I taste our blood mingling as we kiss.
Yelling, I pull away and stare at her, both of us are panting and covered in blood, but I have never felt so alive and so fucking turned on before. I step back, and in one quick move I yank her from the small table and turn her, pushing her face against the wood with one hand while I grab my cock with the other.
She snarls, fighting me as I kick open her legs, bucking and yelling, her fingers digging into my hand and drawing blood. I ignore it and drag my cock along her pussy and she stills, panting.
“Good girl,” I coo, and she snarls again, starting to struggle, making me laugh as I line up and slam home.
We both groan, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice as I sink balls deep into her. Before she can demand or fight, I pull out and drive back inside, forcing her to take me. She stops fighting and begins pushing back, wanting more, working together.
“Yes!” she screams, as I bring my hand down on her ass, so I do it again and again. “More,” she demands, needy little thing.
Removing my hand from her hip, I power into her as she pushes back to meet my thrusts. Groaning, I rip into my wrist and let the blood fall along her back and ass, coating her in it. Claiming her with it, so no others will ever go near her. They will smell me even when the blood is gone.
She is mine.
I hunger for her, ache for her, and I know she feels the same. She cries out as my blood coats her, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer and a plea. I’m both her angel and her devil, but right now I want all her sins. I want her darkness.
Leaning over her, I feel my blood on my chest as I bite into her neck again, drinking her down. She screams, her pussy clamping down on me as she comes. I feel the pleasure flooding her veins as she claws at the wood and me, but I don’t stop drinking from her, and she is soon pushing back into me again, demanding more.
Licking the bite marks, I stand up and pull free from her clinging body. She whirls and snarls at me, drenched in our blood. She looks like an avenging demon and my cock jerks at the sight. Bella is so perfect.
She throws herself at me, tackling me to the floor, her knees on either side of my hips as she grabs my cock and sinks down on it. I groan, my hands going to her hips to help her. Guiding her movements, we work together as she rides me, words and praises leaving my lips as I watch her blood-covered breasts jiggle with my fucking.
She rolls her hips, grinding her clit against me as she throws her head back, her eyes closed as she rides me. Fuck, the sight alone has me nearly coming, but I want her release, to see her come again and again. I will never get enough of it.
Twisting us, I drive into her repeatedly, poised above her now on the carpet. I grab her hands and bring them to my chest, letting her cut her pleasure into my skin, the edge of pain making me harder.
Her eyes meet mine, wild and filled with love and lust like my own. She lifts her hips to meet me, just two animals rutting and claiming each other.
“Bella,” I groan, and she whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. Leaning down, I drag the edge of my fangs along her chest, not cutting but just on the edge, leaving marks there, and she yells. I feel her release in my head and it triggers mine, and my cock jerks in her tight pussy as she clamps down. In a never-ending circle, the pleasure moves through me to her, both body and mind. Electricity sparks from us, our bodies locked together in the never-ending waves of release until finally, it liberates us.
I slump on top of her, but slightly to the side as we both suck in lungfuls of air. “Isabella,” I murmur into the carpet, speechless for once.
Her legs tighten around me, keeping me in her body, and I pick up my head and stare down at her. The gold in her eyes retreats and she smirks at me. Even covered in blood, with her red hair wild and spread around us like a halo, she still manages to be cool and collected. “Better catch your breath, old man, because we are doing that again.”
“Needy little angel,” I mutter, but smile as I lean down and lick her blood-coated lips. “Whatever you want, my love, it’s about time you realised your body is mine.”
“Fuck that, yours is mine.”
I lift my head, raising my eyebrows. “Are we really going to argue right now?”
“Yes, because it leads to some awesome sex after. Duh.” She sniffs, making me laugh.
Bella
We cleaned up the best we could, but I can still feel blood in places it shouldn’t be. Oh well, it was hot while we did it, so I can’t really complain. I throw myself on the bed, stretching out. Surprisingly, it’s the only object in the room not broken or covered in blood. Ciar tries to fix and clean some things, but he gives up and slumps down next to me, pulling me into his arms, like it’s a habit. One I can’t really complain about when it makes me feel so cared for and protected.
Every girl, no matter how strong or independent, wants to feel loved and safe.
The silence stretches on, the only sound our still racing hearts, but it’s not uncomfortable, we are just enjoying being with each other. With nothing to do and no one to hunt, it feels like we are finally starting our lives, but how can we begin when I feel his questions in his mind. I know he won’t ask, wanting me to volunteer the information, but I don’t know how. I’m fighting with my instincts on trusting him, but I know we can never really move on, really start our mating without the truth being shared. He knows what I am, but he doesn’t know why or how. We have the rest of our time together to learn the little things and share memories, but this feels important, and in our little forest hideout, with his arms around me, his heart beating for me, I gather my bravery and start to talk. My words fill the quiet.
I can’t bear to look at him as I speak, but he doesn’t let me pull away. He throws his mind open, letting me see whatever I want and his emotions as I talk. It feels much more intimate and I relax once I realise all I feel is...kindness, respect...and love.
“I didn’t know my father, he made me and fucked off like some of the other angels. My mum—” I shake my head. “She loved Gabriel, they all did, it was like a fucking cult, but he was a cold bastard. He didn’t love any of them, just what they had to offer...apart from one, but anyway…I was born, and when he realised I was a girl, my mum was horrified for letting him down. She—” I suck in a breath and he moves closer, holding me as tears I’ve never shed before roll down my face. “She killed herself, a final act for him, not caring what happened to her baby, to me.”
“Bella,” he whispers and turns my head, kissing away my tears.
“He took me away, not wanting me with his perfect warrior children. I was just an experiment for him. He hid me away in his horror house, which was a torture of its own. I could see the world out of the windows. See the children and the parents, how they loved them. Touched them, I ached for it, but I could never have it. His lab was downstairs. He wanted to know why I was born and what I was capable of. He had picked different types of women, some supes to see if it would make the children stronger, and he had a good feeling about my mum. So he wanted to see if using more mystics was the way to go, and for that he ran drills and tests every day all day. Pushing me, trying to break me…”