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My nose traces a path up her wet cunt, inhaling deeply as I go. My tongue lashes out, following the trail and getting my first hit ofher.It’s intoxicating. She tastes exactly how I imagined and yet, so much better. Slowly, I eat her pretty pussy, taking my time learning her every fold and curve. Finding her clit and committing its location to memory.

She shifts and twitches throughout, groaning and mumbling in her slumber, but her eyes never open. The more I eat her out, the wetter she gets. Her perfect, tiny little opening forces more and more liquid as though even in her sleep, it knows she’ll need to be wet to accommodate my cock.Her cock, because she owns it now. Owns me.With every gush of liquid, her flavor changes to something new. Something…irony.

My eyes widen as realization washes over me. My eyes flick up, locking on her face as I slowly insert a finger into her soaking wet pussy. I work it in, making sure not to jostle her.Fuck, she’s so wet.My eyes close and my hips thrust against the bed, despite my best efforts to stay still. My finger nudges against something that has my eyes snapping open. I may be new to cunts, butthatdoesn’t belong. It certainly wasn’t there the last time I fingered her.

Slowly, I sit up, bracing myself on my knees as I continue to leisurely finger fuck her, stretching her out. I add in a second finger, and then a third, scissoring them as I go. It’s not until I’ve worked four fingers into her cunt, practically fisting her, and she’s shifting restlessly, that I curve them upward and play with her clit. I want her to cum. Want to see if I can make her gush while she’s asleep and dead to the world.

I pick up the pace with one hand and press the other down on her low belly. I flatten my hand and push down, and a sharp pang of lust goes straight to my cock when I realize I can feel myself inside of her, fucking her.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

My fingers bump the plastic thing inside her with every thrust, but she doesn’t seem bothered so I ignore it—for now. I press down harder on her clit and belly and rub her g-spot all at once. Her back arches off the bed and her pussy squeezes my fingers in a death grip as she rides out an intense orgasm with a breathy moan. My eyes slide down her body and lock onto her fluttering pussy. I’m in a trance as I watch her release gush out around my hand. Clear cum tinged with blood.

Herblood.

Something about the sight of it has me almost cumming in my jeans. Her blood is so pretty, especially as it stains her white sheets. I know it’s fucked up, but it brings on dreams of me taking her virginity, popping her cherry. The possession that flows through me, for her, increases tenfold. I want to be her only, the way she’ll be mine. I want to own her in such an intense way, that I’m the only one who ever crosses her mind, past, present, and future.

More than that, I want my cock covered in her bloody cum. I want her to mark me the same way I’ve marked her.

When she finally settles again without incident, I slowly remove my fingers. My mouth waters at the sight of her release dripping from my hand. I give into the desire. The primal urge to consume my mate. To devour her fluids like the monster that crawls beneath my skin demands. I suck my fingers dry, licking my hand, wrist to palm, making sure I don’t miss a drop. It’s a heady taste. It’shertaste.

Mine.

It’s not enough though. I need more. Want more. Want everything.

Mark her, claim her, keep her.Ruin her.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I close my eyes, fighting the fucked up thoughts. The cravings. I try, but I just can’t. When it comes to Rayvn, I honestly don’t think it will ever be enough. I want to mark her. Fill her with my cum. I want to fuck her right here, right now, while she sleeps. Shaking my head, I look back down at her pussy and see the small trickle of blood leaking between her thighs. All other thoughts dissolve. I want to coat myself in her, blood and all.

Fuck.

I slip my fingers inside her and grip the plastic device. I have no idea what it is, nor do I care. I just need it out of the way. I want to fill her fully with nothing between us. A small stem sticks out, giving me something to tug on. I carefully remove the device from her body. It slides out with a pop, and I notice it’s a small flexible cup, full of my girl's blood. I lift it, staring at the contents, unsure what the fuck to do with them.

Do women dump it down the drain? The toilet? Toss the whole device? Confusion and concern fill me. I don’t want to have to wake her up, nor do I want her to know I fucked this up…our little game. She’ll forgive me for the mess, right?

Shit. Looking around, my eyes land on her nightstand, and an idea forms.

God, you really are insane, Nash.

Don’t care.

Holding the cup steady, I reach over her body and grab the open, half-finished water bottle from her nightstand. Though I loathe the idea of ridding her intoxicating flavor from my mouth, I drink the rest of the water, emptying the bottle. Carefully, I pour the contents of the cup into the bottle and set it on the nightstand. I drop her plastic device on the bed for later. Looking down, I find my hand covered in her bloody cum, and my cock jolts in my jeans.

Need her. Need her. Need her.

Fuck. Is this really how you want it to be, Nash? You want to lose your v-card while she’s asleep and unaware? You don’t want her to remember you fucking her sweet cunt for the first time? Goddammit. I groan, tilting my head back. I’m so fucking turned on, so hard for her, but I don’t want that.

My bloody hand slides down my pants and wraps around my cock as if to call me a liar. The sticky fluid coats my flesh, and a spurt of precum shoots from my throbbing tip. My other hand unbuttons my jeans, freeing me before I even realize what I’m doing. My eyes find Rayvn’s bloody pussy, and it spurs me on. I fuck my fist to the vision of my Little Fox sprawled out before me.

Perfect. So fucking perfect.

I rip the top of her nighty down, exposing her tits to me.Beautiful.I squeeze my cock, picking up pace. My fingers run over my reverse Prince Albert and Jacobs Ladder as I remember the way she stared at my cock with fucking hearts in her perfect, pitch-black eyes.

My Little Demon.

Mine. Mine. Mine.


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