I should be freezing in the cold night, but I’m burning up, lustcoursing through my blood at the wild pleasure of being wanted like this.
A twig breaks somewhere to our left, and I turn to squint into the darkness.
Henry leans over me, pushing my left leg higher and sliding into me deeper. My pussy clenches so hard.
“That’s right,” he whispers in my ear. “Anyone is welcome to watch. Does that make you hot, Harlow? Someone watching me fuck you?”
I clench harder around him, and he growls into my collarbone.
“You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go—but maybe I’ll let someone else use you for a bit when I’m done.”
The thought of Henry letting someone else fuck me—of him watching someone else use me—makes me so hot. I’m dripping down my thighs.
“Oh, you like that? Maybe I’ll let the lot of them take turns using you until I’m ready to fill you up again?”
I moan loudly.
“Not tonight, lovely. Tonight, you’re mine alone to use however I like.”
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I like that idea. I want to belong to someone—to be taken care of—and I don’t think I could take tenderness. Perhaps that’s what always felt discordant in my relationship with Bea. She was so gentle with me when I needed her to be as harsh and demanding as the rest of the world.
Henry can meet me where I am. His violence isn’t happeningtome. It’s happeningforme. He understands implicitly what I can take and what I can’t, and I am terrified of him—not because he’s a monster, but because he knows me.
I’m so close, every muscle in my body wound tighter than ever before. I feel like I’m going to break, but Henry doesn’t let up.
He groans into my neck. “Let go, lovely. You’re going to come and make it official. I want to claim you.”
I’ve been fighting it so hard because it’s what I do. I fight.
According to the story, when I come, he’ll bite me and then I’ll be his. The pleasure in my body is so intense, my vision is growing dotted. I’m right on the edge of a climax.
Henry’s teeth slice into my neck, the sharp sting stealing my breath.His canines withdraw, and he closes his lips over the puncture and draws my blood into his mouth. He shudders. The pain of the bite mixes with the strange tingling pleasure of being taken so completely, and I cry out as the orgasm washes over me.
He sucks harder on my neck, and pleasure races through my bloodstream, his hips pumping faster to draw out my release. My legs shake so violently I can barely keep them locked around his hips, but he thrusts into me harder. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, going on and on so long that my feet cramp and my body goes limp.
Henry groans, his hips jerking more erratically as he comes.
The two of us lie there, limbs tangled, hearts slowing. Warm blood trickles from the wound on my neck. Henry laps at it gently.
“Mine,” he growls, taking another long pull of my blood.
My pussy clenches again, and he shudders.
He chuckles into my neck. “Oh, was that not enough? Don’t worry. I’m not even close to being finished with you.”
I hate how smug he sounds. He licks up my neck and presses a kiss to the bite. The tingly feeling of his healing rushes over my skin, followed by the itch. He healed the bite.
“I only did it so I can get that same reaction when I bite you again,” he murmurs in my ear. “Maybe I’ll let some of the others bite you, too. Maybe I’ll make you fuck them.”
I clench around him again, and he chuckles. “Such a greedy little wife. But not tonight. Not while I’m claiming you. I’m going to fuck that idea right out of your head.” He draws back and grabs my chin so I meet his eyes. “No one can do for you what I can.”
I shouldn’t push. He looks barely sated, still half-crazed, but I can’t help myself.
I lick my lips and smile. “Only one way to find out.”
His jaw ticks, and I expect him to bite me again. But a slow grin spreads over his face.
A strange feeling hits me in the chest. At first, I don’t recognize it. It feels like tingling, but then it sinks lower, rushing through my blood. It’s an ache—a need.
