Page 10 of The Halo & the Heathen
I hate that I miss that weight. I hate that I wish he would have just fucked me.
He sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs, cock hard. He watches me with a smile.
Because he already knows.
Maybe I’m a fool. Maybe I should have been caged like the other sinners who danced far above this place.
I turn away, scrambling to my feet, trying to run, but he pounces.
This time, he doesn’t say anything as he drags me to the ground, as he takes control of my wrists and shoves my legs wide.
He doesn’t say a word as he presses his cock inside of me and I wouldn’t hear it over the moan that wracks through me.
My eyes roll back in my head and I fight… not to get away, to open for him, to take more.
“Do all saints crave sinning as much as you do?” He laughs as his teeth drag over the skin on my shoulder.
I can’t answer. All I can do is try to find more space for him inside of me.
The metal pierced through him is hot against my flesh. Sharp, chirping cries tear through my throat when they finally force their way inside.
Tears stream from my eyes, but… I love every moment of it.
I love when his teeth find my nipple and he bites so hard, I know I’ll bleed.
I love when his initial push turns into inquiring thrusts.
I don’t for a moment think his tentative movements are for my sake. But I am grateful for them.
I want to feel all of this. I want to relish in it.
“What kind of saint spreads herself wider for defilement?” he says, laughing at me. “What kind of slut begs me under her breath while cursing me so that anyone might hear and think she’s pure?”
I don’t answer him, I breathe through the fullness inside of me.
“What kind of woman loves being fucked by a demon?”
Hands pinned above my head, I can barely move to pretend to fight him off.
“Don’t lie to me, pest.” He drags his claws down me, leaving red lines in their wake. “You wanted this. You didn’t even hesitate to run.”
His lips press against my throat and I arch at the sensation. “You love the way my cock fills you.”
I do. But I’ll be damned if I tell him that.
I’ll be damned anyway.
“Keep that pretty mouth shut if you like. We both know I have better use for it than telling lies.”
Even as the ground scrapes at my skin, I fight the potential delirium—this time from pleasure, not blood loss.
I whimper and shake as the nerve endings on my clit pinch tight.
And I let free a frustrated cry when he doesn’t let me come.
There’s a sadistic pleasure in his smile. “You have to ask for it, pet.”
I want to, but I won’t.
