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    “You feel that? That’s me. I’m inside you, Mine, where I fucking belong.” His voice was gravel band /bheat, the words punching straight into my core. “Nobody else gets this. Nobody else even bfucking /b

    dreams about it.”

    I could barely breathe, my body was already shaking when he slowly began to m his hips binto /bbme/bb. /bHe had me pinned, his hand gripping my thigh so tight I knew there’d be bruises by morning. bI /b

    didn’t care. I wanted them.

    He did that thing he usually did with his hips, rolling them clockwise and then anticlockwiseb, /bbin /bthat slow rhythm that stripped me bare from the inside out, letting his bcock /bgrind so bdeep /bthat it touched every corner of my walls. I felt him everywhere, pressing deeper into the spaces only he could reachb. /b

    “Kester!” His name tore from me, but he caught it and crushed it between our mouths in a kiss that stole more than breath, as his did it again. And again. And again. Drawing out everyst drop of pleasure I thought I’d already spent.

    “God, please…” I was a trembling mess. My voice trembled, but it only seemed to tighten his grip. His hand mped my hip, his other hand cradling the back of my neck as if he could hold my bsoul /b

    still.

    He fucked me so hard, yet so gently. Hard enough to give me the satisfaction I deserved, but gentle enough to make sure our babies were safe from daddy’s punishing cock.

    “Ready?” He asked, slowing down a bit beforeing to a stop as he looked into my eyes with all the tenderness the world had to offer.

    I nodded, “Yes.”

    He slowly began to thrust again, while keeping his eyes locked on mine. I didn’t look away. And he smirked. He liked it.

    We held each other’s gaze as his gentle thrusts rocked me up and down. His brows slightly narr before his mouth dropped to my neck, his lips dragging over the spot where his mark would be carved into my skin. “This…” he murmured, “…is mine.”

    His eyes glowed red, his fangs elongating, as he sank them in just enough to make me scream. “There, baby… You’re fine… Just a bit more,” He cooed, as he bit harder. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my throat. But he licked it off with his tongue, his fangs still locked on the spot.

    God, I’d never felt so powerful and utterly connected to anyone or anything in my life. It bwas /bbas /bbif /bbhe /bwas bleeding himself into me… Fibre by fibre, bpiece /bby pieceb, /bcell by bcell/b.

    His thrusts became more frantic as he sank his fangs even deeper, his ws belongating /bbto /bbjoin /bbthe /b

    party.

    I felt blood dripping down my thigh, while his other hand gripped a chunk of my hair as if he d support so as not to fall off the cliff he was riding to.

    “Cum with me, baby,” he groaned, his voice breaking, “fuck!”

    The sound of his desperation snapped thest thread holding me together. My walls clenched around him so hard, my vision blurring as my orgasm ripped through me.

    Kester followed me over the edge with a guttural growl, grinding deep, burying himself to bthe /bbhilt/bb. /b

    “Fuck!” He roared as we reached our climax. He released a whole load of his hot seeds into me, as he staked his im, fully making me his… He stayed there, holding me tight, refusing to let a single drop leave.

    He slowly pulled away after licking my blood clean with his tongue.

    “It’s your turn to make me yours, Mine.”

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