Marked By Hell
Malachor's grip tightened, possessive and unyielding, his thrusts growing wilder, more animalistic.
He leaned down, fangs grazing her neck before sinking in deep, marking her flesh with a fresh bite. The pain exploded sharp and hot, blood welling up immediately, trickling warm down her collarbone. Elizabeth cried out, her body arching involuntarily, pussy spasming around his invading cock as he slammed harder in response.
His tongue lapped at the wound, tasting her metallic essence while his hips snapped forward without mercy, driving his full girth into her over and over. The bite held her in place, his growl rumbling against her skin as he claimed her completely, possessively.
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