Before I get a chance to respond, he pushes the head of his cock past my lips, cutting off anything I might have wanted to say to him.
The power I thought I had down here was just an illusion, because I don’t get a chance to take any control of the situation as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, making me hold onto his strong thighs to stop me crashing to the floor with every punch of his hips.
Where’s that innocent, naïve little princess now, huh? I think to myself as I take everything he has for me.
Just as his cock starts to swell, his grip on my hair tightens and I’m ripped back, his cock slipping from my lips.
“Wha—”
“I’m not finishing in your mouth, Angel. I dream about being so deep inside your cunt that you’ll always remember I’ve been inside you, and I’m not letting this end any other way.”
My feet leave the floor and my back slams against the cold tiles.
“If you’ve been dreaming of having a sweet guy who will give you the world and treat you like you’re made of glass, then you’re about to be disappointed, Angel.”
“N-no, I don’t—” My words are cut off as he slams inside me.
“Knew you’d be fucking dripping for me just from sucking my cock, beautiful,” he groans in my ear as he stills for a beat.
I can’t help but smile. He might claim to be brutal and only take, but that pause, no matter how brief, shows me that it’s bullshit. He cares. He cares more than I’m sure he’s even realised he lets on.
“Oh shit,” I cry out when he finally pulls out before slamming back into me so deep I have no idea if I love it or hate it.
His fingers grip onto my arsecheeks leaving me with no doubt that I’ll have his marks there as well as on my neck for days to come.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Your cunt just flooded. What were you thinking about?”
I hesitate—not because I don’t have an answer, but because his punishing thrusts render me useless.
“Y-you,” I finally force out. “M-marking me.”
“Fuck, yeah. I’d write my name all over your beautiful skin if I could. You’re mine, Callista. Mine.”
I claw at his shoulders, wishing he’d shed his shirt right alongside me but too lost to his brutal thrusts to even consider doing anything about it.
One of his hands leaves my arse and he slips it between our bodies, finding my clit and pinching it hard.
“Oh fuck. Fuck,” I cry.
“Your pussy… fuck, Angel. I don’t deserve this kind of pleasure.”
“Yes, yes.” I’m meant to be telling him that he does, but I’m not sure it comes across that way as I race to the finish line. “Nikolas, fuck.”
“Come for me, Angel. I want to feel you milking my own cum right out of me.”
“Yes, yes,” I chant again as if it’s the only word I can remember as I fall into the most intense release I’ve ever experienced. And he’s right behind me, roaring loudly into the crook of my neck as his cock jerks inside me, filling me just as he promised.
“Oh God,” I pant, barely able to drag in the air I need as my head falls back against the wall.
“Fucking perfect,” Daemon mutters, his eyes taking in every inch of me as he lowers me to my feet and takes a step back.
His attention on my body makes me look down, and I gasp at the state of me. Blood covers my pale skin as his cum begins to slip down my thighs.
Reaching out, he drags his fingers up my leg until he’s curling two of them inside me, pushing it all back inside as if it belongs in me instead of him.
Aftershocks shoot around my body as he teases me. I’m too lost in the heady sensation to notice him press his hand to the shower control. I soon know what he’s done when ice-cold water rains down on both of us, immediately soaking Daemon’s clothes.
“Daemon, what the hell are you—”