Chapter 152
Chapter 152
De lowered his head, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth while he strummed her ch with his thumb. The orgasm was instantaneous – a wave crashing over her out of nowhere, almost painful in its intensify.
told you you’re mine, Amos growled, his face close to hers as she came back down from the climax.
She was too lamp to fight him. She gasped for breath, her whole bosty rolling sinuously with the aftershocks of what he’d done to her. For a moment, his expression softened, and be gazed down at her with such open tenderness, Chloe’s heart hurched.
“I love you” she whispered.
He kissed her, long and deep. “I love you.” he told her, voice deep with emotion. He pulled back slightly. The cruel mask slipped back on. “And I’ll make it so you can never leave”
Chloe shot him a wicked smile before she fell back into her role. It was so easy to be his victim. “Don’t,” she begged faintly. “Please p>
With Chloe’s wrists still held in one hand, Amos used his free hand to open his jeans. He shoved them down his hips, freeing his jutting cock. Thick and veined, flushed dark, weeping pre come from the tip, he took it in hand and stroked.
Chloe renewed her fight, pulling at her wrists, trying to squeeze her thighs together. Amos laughed at her struggles, using his knees to spread her thighs wide.
“You’re going to take all of this,” he told her.
“No“” She arched and bucked, twisting desperately. But she was helpless against his strength, subject to his every whim.
Amos aligned the head of his cock with her swollen, glistening folds, swiping through the copious slickness there. “You’re going to take every inch, and you’re going to like it p>
“No I won’t,” she gasped.
He laughed. “I’ll make you.” And then he shoved in deep, one hard, steady plunge that filled her all the way up with his thick cock and buried him to the hilt.
Her thighs fell open wide, back arching, hips tilting to receive him. She moaned as the brutal stretch sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her entire body. “Oh god,” she whimpered. “Oh god, oh god p>
Amos bent down low, skimming his lips along her cheekbone. “Let’s see how long you can come on this cock,” he whispered against her ear. His fangs pierced her throat.
Amos nearly blacked out with the pleasure of burying both his fangs and his cock inside of Chloe. She cried out at the pain of his bite and her pussy clenched down on him like a powerful fist. He made an inhuman noise against her throat, drinking in deep, hard pulls. As his venom intoxicated her, her snug, hot pussy squeezed over and over and over on his cock.
He’d never felt anything so good. The taste of her blood singing across his senses while he fucked her–the one person he loved best in the world–was beyond comprehension. His hand came away from her wrists, gently cupping the side of her face as he drank, thumb stroking soothingly along her
cheekbone.
“Amos!” she cried hoarsely, again and again, chanting his name like an involuntary prayer.
He felt himself coming, balls drawing tight against his body, the hot flood of his release spilling into her eager body. It was the most soul wrenching. physically devastating thing he’d ever felt in his life. His vision whited out, his hearing faded to just the drumbeat of Chloe’s heart. His entire body shook with the power of his climax, and when he thought he was done coming, another debilitating wave of euphoria washed over him.
As the ecstasy faded, he jerked his fangs from Chloe’s throat and sank limply against her still writhing body. She gasped and moaned and trembled as the last effects of his venom faded from her system. Her eyes blinked open, foggy and dazed.
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Caught Naked By My Alpha Neighbor! Now I’m His–No Escape,
Chapter 152
“Amos
Itere, sweetheart.” He kissed her templed, her forehead, her lips. “Are you ready? ”
“Ready? For what p>
“It will hurt when I put my mark on you p>
Chloe slung her arms around his neck, pulling him in close with a lazy, sated smile. “I like the way you hurt me p>
“Good,” he said, cock twitching, still hard inside her. He sucked hard on his teeth, drawing on the venom reservoirs in each fang, sucking it into his mouth and swallowing it away. When he couldn’t pull any more venom, he cupped Chloe’s jaw and tilted her face to the side, revealing the unmarked side of her neck. He’d decided a while ago that he wanted his claim mark to be very visible on her. High on her neck where even the most demure turtleneck wouldn’t totally hide it.
With dry fangs, he bit into her, sinking deep, feeling the tear of skin, tasting the welling blood.
Chloe stiffened and cried out, arms tightening around his neck. He tried to soothe her, gently stroking her hair as he bit down, sinking in deep. He wanted a thick, unmistakable scar on her. He wanted everyone to know exactly who she belonged to in a single glance.
Chloe whimpered trembling a bit. Amos hummed, still stroking her hair. He wanted to assure her that she was safe, that it would be over soon, but he didn’t dare pull his fangs out before he felt the claim take,
The spot he’d chosen wasn’t arterial, so she didn’t bleed as profusely as when he fed from her, but the blood that filled his mouth still imparted her vibrant flavor. He bit down once more, sinking dangerously deep without the healing benefits of his venom. He was starting to wonder if he’d have to heal this bite and try again in a different spot when suddenly, it hit him.
A wave of possessive joy suddenly enveloped him as he released his bite. He’d never felt so much a part of her before. His awareness of her sharpened and magnified until he could faintly sense her mind in a way that didn’t feel invasive or voyeuristic–it just felt right. Like he’d finally come in from the cold, and was only now just realizing how frozen he’d truly been.
“Amos,” Chloe breathed his name, awed. “You’re… we’re…” she trailed off, clearly lacking the words to describe what they were experiencing.
“Yes,” he said simply.
It wasn’t mind–reading or telepathy. It was just a gentle awareness. He suspected that, even if Chloe were hidden on the other side of the world, in the remotest possible place, Amos would be able to find his way to her without hesitation.
“Stay,” Amos said, letting it be a command.
“Yes,” she agreed easily.
When they’d recovered somewhat, Amos brought Chloe to the kitchen to feed her the catered meal he’d ordered. They spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other, playing and teasing and exploring, learning what made the other crazed with pleasure. As dawn approached, they returned to the bedroom. Amos shut the door and sealed the lightproof shutters before they both went to the bathroom together to shower away the accumulated sweat and blood and other bodily fluids.
Clean and exhausted, they fell into bed and rolled into each other’s arms. Before the sun had even risen, they were both asleep.
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