Chapter 8: His Angel: Chapter 8

I wake with a hunger tearing through me, my cock rock-hard and pulsing like a beast.

The house is quiet, sunlight slicing through the curtains, the air heavy with Everly’s warmth beside me, her lush body pressed, soft and goddamn tempting, against my side.

It’s constant, this ache to have her—under me, riding me, bent over in front of me. I want her screaming my name, soaking my fingers, my tongue, my cock, coming so hard she forgets who she is apart from being mine.

She’s asleep, her breaths deep and steady, but I’m too wound up to wait. I need her now, need to rip her apart with pleasure until she’s begging for me.

My pulse pounds, a filthy rhythm of pure want, and I roll closer. Her skin’s a drug, my fingers dragging, slow and dirty, over her curves, making her arch into me like she’s already mine to play with.

She smells like sex and sin, flooding my head until I’m dizzy with it. I press my mouth to her shoulder, licking and sucking, tasting and savoring every inch like a predator readying to devour. I can’t get enough, my tongue tracing the salt of her, my teeth grazing just to feel her shiver.

Her skin blooms with heat under my touch, her breath hitching as I circle the shell of her ear with my tongue. A soft moan escapes her lips, a plea or maybe a promise, and God, I need more of it.

Sliding my hand down her front, I cup her tits, squeezing and rolling before dragging my fingers over her stomach, circling her navel, then dipping between her thighs. She’s dripping, her cunt so wet it’s obscene, ready for me even in her dreams.

I groan, deep and guttural, loving how she’s always this fucking soaked like her body knows it’s built for my cock.

I spread her wide, my fingers sliding through her heat, and start with slow, nasty strokes, teasing her awake. She shifts, a needy little whimper slipping out, and I smirk, my chest tight with the filthy thrill of it.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, my voice rough with sleep and lust. “Feel me. Let me wake you up right.” I circle her clit, rubbing it rough and slow, and her hips buck, chasing me even with her eyes shut. She’s a goddamn dream, so wet and responsive it’s killing me.

I keep going, working her slow and steady, letting the pressure build, flexing my cock against her naked ass. This woman is in my head, my dreams, my soul; she’s right there in every goddamn breath I take.

My thumb rolls over her clit, teasing the sensitive bud while my fingers glide downward, sliding inside her. Warm. Slick. Perfect. She clenches around me, sucking me in, and I hiss, picturing that pussy choking my cock.

“Hmm,” she moans.

“Your pussy is sloppy wet, baby,” I growl, loud enough to pull her awake. “You love me finger-fucking you first thing, don’t you?”

I crank it up, flicking her clit roughly, and she gasps, her thighs shaking around my hand. Her moans turn loud and desperate, dripping with need, and I eat it up, love how she falls apart, how she can’t hide the way I own her pussy.

“Open those pretty eyes for me. I want you to see who’s making you feel this good.” I press harder, thrusting deeper, and her back arches, her hands fisting the sheets as she teeters on the edge.

Her eyes flutter open at last, hazy and dark with want, catching mine in the dim light.

“Isaia,” she breathes, my name a plea.

“Hey, baby girl. You wanna come?”

“Hmm-mm.” She nods, and the sight of her sucking her bottom lip into her mouth is enough to make me throb.

I shove her onto her back and grin, all teeth and hunger, then crash my mouth onto hers, tongue-fucking her while my fingers pump her cunt.

“That’s my good girl,” I growl against her lips. “Waking up with your pussy such a wet mess for me.”

She moans into me, her hips grinding now, riding every stroke, and I feel her pulse around me, her body winding tight. I pull back to watch her, to see her cheeks flush a lusty red, her lips parting as she pants.

“Please…” she begs, and my control skids on the edge because all I want is to see her snap.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg.” My words dissolve into a growl as she moves on my fingers harder, faster, as if everything that matters is squeezed into this single, sinful moment.

She’s close, very close. I can feel the tension building inside her, waiting to break free.

“Isaia. I need…I…” But she doesn’t finish, instead letting out a soft gasp that turns into a cry, louder…louder, until she screams my name as she comes, her cunt clamping down on my fingers, flooding me with hot, wet pulses.

I keep going, dragging it out, milking every twitch until she’s a trembling wreck, her neck straining as she throws her head back, pure sex etched into her face.

As she rides the high, I tongue her mouth, slow and nasty, tasting her surrender, claiming it, making it mine. Then I slide my fingers out, dripping with her cum, and she sighs, melting into the bed like a fucked-out dream.

I watch as her eyelids flutter open, her flushed face relaxed in the afterglow. Her gaze is hazy, a sparkling mismatched duet of color dazed with satisfaction.

I reach to trace a finger down her sweaty temple when I see it, and my world stops.

My fingers shine with her juices, but there’s red mixed in—faint streaks of blood. Not a gush, just a tease, but it flips a switch in my head, and my heart slams, my cock jerking so hard it hurts, every nerve screaming with filthy need.

“Fuck. You on your period, baby girl?”

She stiffens and looks at my hand, embarrassment replacing the post-orgasm blush on her cheek. “Oh. Shit.” She pulls away. “I’m sorry⁠—”

I grab her hip and pull her back, pinning her beneath me. “Don’t fucking move.”

“I have to⁠—”

“All you have to do is spread those legs so I can fuck your bloody cunt raw.”

“But I’m on my period.”

My cock throbs harder, leaking precum now, painfully stiff, something feral clawing its way up my spine, and I snarl at her hesitation.

“I don’t care that you’re bleeding. In fact, it only makes me want to be inside you even more.”

The shock in her eyes gives way to another blush, and I revel in the color flooding her cheeks.

“This reminds me of the night I fucked you for the first time, when your virgin cunt bled all over my cock.” I sit up on my knees, gazing down at her. “You wanna know what I did while you showered?”

She’s squirming, biting her lip, so shy and delicious. When she tries to close her thighs, I jerk them open again, sliding my fingers through her wet cunt, and my breath catches, ragged and wild, as I stare at the faint red on my fingers.

It’s not just her cum—it’s her blood, her essence, and it’s got me raging hard.

I press my hand to the scar on my stomach. “Your blood was all over me,” I growl, dragging her hips down until her pussy’s kissing my cock. “So I cut myself,” her lips part in a gasp, “sliced my skin so your blood could mix with mine.” I nudge my tip against her dripping entrance. “I’d just been inside you, and I needed you inside me too.” I slam into her, hard and deep, jolting her with the force, and she cries out, her cunt gripping me like a vise. “Your blood owns me, Everly. It makes me lose my goddamn mind.”

My chest heaves, every breath a snarl, and I feel like a beast unchained, driven by a hunger so deep it’s carved into my bones. She’s mine, bleeding for me, and the sight of it—her blood on my cock—stirs something so possessive, so savage, I can barely think straight.

I flip her onto her stomach, and she gasps, clawing at the sheets.

“Isaia,” she moans, all lust and no fear, and it’s fuel on my fire.

I yank her ass up, spreading her wide, and ram into her, burying my cock balls-deep in her bloody heat. She’s molten, slick with cum and blood, and it’s so filthy, so dirty I can’t see straight.

I fuck her slowly at first, watching my cock sink into her dripping hole, pulling out to see that gorgeous red coat me again.

“Look at that,” I snarl, biting my lip as the sight burns through me. “Your bloody cunt painting my cock. It’s fucking beautiful.”

“Oh, God,” she moans as I drive back in, but this time I lose it. I lose all control to taste and savor. I want to fucking devour, pounding into her like a rutting beast, my hands bruising her hips.

“You feel that?” I snarl, my voice barely human. “That’s me taking you, every inch, every drop. You bleed, and I’m the one who gets it.” The bed slams the wall, the wet slap of her pussy taking me echoing, loud and nasty, and I’m lost in it, drowning in her.

My vision whites out as she shoves back, riding my thrusts, as twisted up in it as I am. Her moans turn to cries, high and desperate, and I feel her clench around me, her body trembling under the onslaught.

The sight of her blood on my cock as I pull back fuels me—faint streaks of red against my skin—her juices making a sticky mess on her thighs.

“I’ve never fucked a girl on her period before.” I keep plowing her from behind, the force causing her shoulders to collapse onto the mattress, and she’s pushing her ass out to me even more, opening those hips so I can fuck her deeper. “It’s like your pussy’s even slicker, hotter, like your body’s in fucking heat, dripping and desperate for me to breed it.”

“Oh, God, yes,” she pants, arching her back, sucking me in deeper, and my hand snaps across her ass, loving the way the pale flesh bounces under my palm.

“You want that, don’t you?” I spit out, her answering mewl muffled as her face presses into the sheets. “To be bred?”

With a snarl, I grab her hair and yank her up, and she shrieks from the pain, but I’m too far gone to care. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she cries.

“Good fucking girl.” I let go of her hair, forcing her back down, shoulders pressing into the bed, ass up and pussy offered, getting rammed and used.

My cock swells, my balls tighten, the familiar surge of release building at the base of my spine, and her hands claw into the sheets, knuckles whitening.

“Mine,” I grunt, the word tearing out of me as I fuck her harder, deeper, like I can imprint myself into her soul. The possessiveness consumes me, a wildfire raging through my veins, and I want her to feel it, to know she belongs to me in this raw, primal way. Her blood on me is a claim, a bond, and I’m drunk on it, lost in the lust that’s clawing me apart.

She pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts, and it’s like she’s giving me permission to let go completely.

“Yours,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “So take it.”

And that’s it. I’m gone. Fucking annihilated.

I rear up, gripping her hips, my body slamming into hers with a force that shakes the bed. My growls fill the room, rough and unhinged, and I feel the tension coil tight, the edge rushing toward me.

“Jesus, fuck,” I choke out. It’s too much—the sensory overload of it all, the smell of sweat and sex.

The world blurs out, and all I can focus on is her, her body wrapped around mine, the warm slickness of her blood staining me, the desperate cries escaping her lips. It’s a madness I don’t want to escape. I want to drown in it. Lose myself and never be found.

Her breaths become ragged, faltering in rhythm with the taut pull of her core. I feel her shudder beneath me, an explosion of warmth that tears the orgasm out of me so violently, so brutally, there’s a moment I can’t breathe.

“Isaia, I’m coming,” she cries.

“Me, too, baby girl. Shit…fuck.” Her pussy pulses and my cock jerks as we come together.

She’s gushing all over me while I’m spilling into her, my whole body shaking as the release grips my bones and sears my flesh. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, a complete unraveling of the beast within that obliterates all sense of time, reason, and sanity.

It’s madness and chaos and euphoria all crushed together in one mind-breaking wave after the other.

The world spins, and I can hear her whispering my name. I’m still inside when I reach for her hair again, pulling her up so her back’s against my chest. Our bodies are slick with sweat and cum, and I’m panting against her neck, still gripping her like I can’t let go.

The animal in me hums, sated but never fully tamed, and I press my lips to her skin, tasting the salt of her.

“I always wondered what it would take for my mind to finally break.” I lick down her shoulder. “Now I know…all it took was you.”

She glances at me, her eyes meeting mine, and there’s no shame there anymore—just heat, just us. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Liked? Baby, I love fucking you.”

“No. I mean…the blood.”

I reach and grab her throat, squeezing as I force her to crane her neck, my lips against her ear. “I liked it so much, I’m going to be inside you every day you bleed,” I hiss, grinning like a devil. “Every goddamn day of it.”