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Dom whispered, his strong hand reaching out for the nape of my neck where he squeezed me, the pressure quelling the fog of pain. They were going to be okay. They were going to be okay. The words echoed into my head, breathing life into my hollow chest. It was painful, something inside of me was hurting. I didn’t know what, but it was the kind of pain that scorched your lungs and heart, the one that makes everything blurry, beckoning you to the darkest realms of torture. It was the gruesome kind that destroyed, and I felt it throughout my body, crackling like a current from my head to my toes. But the repeated mantra dulled the ache, surprisingly, I saw things around, and everything cleared.

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My vision blurred, my breath shattering, pleasure exploded through my nerves. "Fuck-" My cry broke as the coil inside me tightened. "Yes, dolcezza mia," he whispered, this time in Italian, his voice dripping with sinful delight. "Cum for me. Give it to me." His relentless strokes sent me spiraling over the edge. My body convulsed, pleasure tearing through me like a wildfire as I shattered in his hands. He groaned, his lips curling into a victorious smirk as he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth.

Tears of pleasure started to form in her eyes when he started to increase his pace making her to reach at cloud nine. Celine's whole body started to feel all those things which she never felt before. She screamed his name when he hitted at the certain spot. He thrusted in her faster and roughly while groaning in pleasure. The room filled with their moans and sound of skin slapping making their moment more intimate and erotic. "Daxon..." Celine moaned his name when she again reached her high and he noticed that too. He started to thrust her in an inhuman speed. "Release yourself my love." he said huskily in her ear.

My voice was barely above a whisper, so fragile, so broken. But Damien didn’t wait. Before I could even attempt to stop him, he struck again. His fangs pierced my skin, deeper this time. A strangled scream tore from my throat as unbearable agony ripped through me. My entire body jerked violently beneath him as the brutal pain overwhelmed every fibre of my being. My nails clawed at the sheets, at his arms, at anything I could reach, but it was useless. The forced mark burned through me like molten fire, scorching my veins, tearing through my soul. The pain was nothing like before—it was raw, consuming, unbearable.

Then he thrusts. One brutal, unrelenting stroke buries him to the hilt. My eyes roll back, a muffled scream vibrating against his hand. He’s so deep, deeper than Fidelis has ever been, stretching me wide, filling every inch until I feel split open in the best way. The burn is exquisite, pleasure and pain twisting together until I can’t tell them apart.

Just a wet pop as it echoed in the room, breaking through the skin. The pain was instantaneous, white-hot and profound. I arched off the wall and into Doc’s chest, a silent scream stuck in my throat as his fangs pierced the carotid artery in a second spot.. It was deeper than anything I’d ever felt, a brilliant, annihilating spike driving into the core of my being. My vision swam, The sucking pull was obscenely intimate, a deep, tugging rhythm that matched the savage guttural sound. I could feel him drawing my life out in hot, pulsing gulps. The sensation was strangely intimate, a connection more profound than anything I’ve ever experienced. making my body go pliant even as my mind screamed

The sharp pain mingles with the heat of pleasure, sending shock waves through my body. I groan, writhing beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. It hurts, but it also feels incredible, each bite sparking a raw, electric pleasure that leaves me breathless. He moves to my other breast, biting it with the same fervor, like he wants to devour me whole. The mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, a heady blend that leaves me moaning and arching against him.

I could feel the coolness of the ball piercing on his tongue, it was strange yet exquisite. Ecstasy had nothing on what Quade could do with his tongue alone. With every flick and swirl against the sensitive nub between my legs I writhed. Writhed with pleasure and pain. It was exotic and foreign but there was one thing I knew for sure, nothing could compare to it.

My cock pressed hard against my abdomen, twitching with every wave of pain-laced heat. Throughout the long hours, their touches never eased. Thorne’s grips bruised and held. Aurelius’s nails scraped and pinched, leaving burning marks that throbbed with every breath. Cassian’s fingers dug in with steady, unrelenting pressure, pinching sensitive spots until the pain pulsed in time with my racing heart. Every adjustment sent fresh waves of sharp, lingering discomfort through my body, blending with the relentless heat until pain and submission became one.