"You okay?" I rasped, buried deep inside her, feeling the tight, wet heat of her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice. The blood was there, just a faint smear where our bodies joined, proof that I'd been her first. Her only. And now she was mine, marked in a way no one else could ever touch.
She nodded, shaky, tears glistening in her storm-gray eyes, but that fire was still there, unbroken, defiant. Her black-lined lashes fluttered, smudged eyeliner turning her into a beautiful wreck. Her pale chest heaved, those full breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath, nipples hard and dark from where I'd sucked them raw moments ago.
Before she could say more, I started moving.
Slow at first.
Just a shallow thrust, testing her, feeling the way her walls gripped me, slick with her arousal and that trace of blood. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, leaving red crescents that stung like fire. I loved it. Loved the pain mixing with the pleasure, a reminder that she was fighting back even as she surrendered.
"Elliot…" she whispered, voice soft and broken, that shy introvert tone cracking under the weight of what I was doing to her.
I didn't answer. Just pulled back almost all the way out, watching her face, lips parted, black lipstick smeared from our kisses, then slammed back in.
Harder.
Deeper.
She screamed, the sound raw and primal, echoing off the black walls of her gothic sanctuary. The candles flickered wildly, casting shadows that danced across her pale skin like demons celebrating our sin. Her body arched off the bed, breasts bouncing with the force of my thrust, and I couldn't resist, I leaned down and bit one nipple, hard enough to make her cry out again.
"Fuck, Raven," I growled against her skin, tasting salt and vanilla. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect. Made for this. Made for me."
She shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks, but her hips lifted to meet my next thrust, betraying her. "It… it hurts… Elliot, slow down…"
I ignored her.
The obsession took over, that burning need I'd carried since the day I saw her on her knees in spilled ink. I wanted to break her. To shatter those walls she'd built so carefully, the shy girl who whispered confessions but refused to bend. I wanted her screaming my name, begging for mercy, only to beg for more.
I thrust again, brutal now, my hips snapping against hers with a wet slap that filled the room. The bed creaked under us, iron frame groaning like it might collapse. Her pussy stretched around me, fluttering, trying to adjust, but I didn't give her time. I pounded into her relentlessly, each stroke deeper than the last, bottoming out until my balls slapped against her ass.
Raven's hands clawed at my back, nails raking bloody trails that burned like fire. "Elliot...please....too much....ahh!"
Her voice cracked, that strong personality fracturing under the assault. But she didn't push me away. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer even as she begged. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with smudged eyeliner, turning her into a beautiful, ruined mess. Her full breasts jiggled with every brutal thrust, nipples grazed raw from my teeth.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, my fingers digging into her pale skin hard enough to bruise. With the other, I gripped her hip, holding her in place as I fucked her harder. The angle let me hit that spot inside her, the one that made her eyes roll back, her mouth fall open in a silent scream.
"You can take it," I snarled, voice rough with lust. "You're mine now, Raven. Every inch of you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember a time when I wasn't inside you."
She whimpered, body trembling beneath me. Her pussy clenched tighter, soaking my cock, the blood long gone now, replaced by her slick arousal. She was dripping, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room, mixing with the crackle of candles and her broken moans.
I released her wrists and flipped her over without warning.
She gasped as I yanked her hips up, ass in the air, face pressed into the black velvet comforter. Her short black hair fanned out like raven wings, sweat-damp and messy. I slapped her ass—hard—the sound echoing like a crack of thunder. Her pale skin bloomed red under my palm, and she cried out, but arched back toward me, silently begging for more.
Fuck, she's perfect. The thought burned in my mind as I lined up and thrust back in, this time from behind. Deeper. Harder. My hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh, pulling her back onto my cock with every brutal stroke. Her ass jiggled with the impact, and I watched, mesmerized, as my length disappeared inside her over and over.
Raven buried her face in the pillow, muffling her screams. "Elliot....stop....it's too deep....please!"
I ignored her.
Leaned over her back, one hand sliding around to pinch her nipple, twisting just enough to make her sob. The other reached between her legs, fingers finding her clit, swollen, slick and rubbing hard circles.
She shattered again.
Her body convulsed, pussy clamping down like a fist, milking my cock as she came with a wail that pierced the room. Tears soaked the pillow, her strong facade cracking wide open. She thrashed under me, but I held her down, thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it until she was begging incoherently.
"No more....Elliot....I can't....please stop...."
Her words only fueled me.
I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back again. Her legs fell open, thighs trembling, pussy red and swollen from the abuse, glistening with our mixed fluids. Blood faintly streaked her inner thighs, a reminder of what I'd taken.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy with tears, lips trembling. "Elliot… mercy…"
"No," I growled.
I grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs back until her knees hit her shoulders....folding her in half, exposing her completely. Her breasts heaved, nipples raw and bitten. I thrust back in....one savage stroke that buried me to the hilt.
She screamed, back arching off the bed.
I fucked her like that, brutal, animalistic, hips pistoning with no mercy. The new angle let me hit even deeper, grinding against that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. Her pussy fluttered wildly, another orgasm building despite her protests.
"Too much....Elliot....it's breaking me....stop, please!"
I didn't.
I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a savage kiss, swallowing her screams. My hand wrapped around her throat....not choking, just holding, feeling her pulse race under my palm. She was mine. Completely. Her body, her tears, her broken pleas.....all mine.
She came again....harder this time, body seizing, pussy gushing around my cock. Her nails raked my arms, drawing blood, but I didn't stop. Thrust after thrust, ignoring her sobs, pushing her further into oblivion.
"Elliot....I'm tearing apart....please....no more!"
Her voice was wrecked, hoarse from screaming.
I flipped us again....this time pulling her on top.
She straddled me, hands on my chest, eyes wild and unfocused. Blood and sweat mixed on her skin, her breasts bouncing as I gripped her hips and slammed her down onto my cock.
"Ride me," I commanded.
She shook her head weakly. "Can't… too much…"
I thrust up hard, making her gasp. "Ride me, Raven. Or I'll make it worse."
Tears streamed down her face, but she started moving, slow at first, hips rolling, taking me deep. Her pussy clenched with every descent, and soon she was grinding harder, chasing the pain-pleasure line despite herself.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, one hand fisting her short hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. I bit down....hard....marking her as mine while she rode me.
She screamed again, another orgasm ripping through her, body convulsing in my arms.
I didn't let up.
Flipped her onto her side, spooning behind her, one leg hooked over mine as I thrust in again....deep, relentless. My hand slid between her legs, rubbing her clit while I pounded her from behind.
"Elliot....stop....I'm breaking....please!"
Her begs were music. I ignored them, fucking her harder, fingers pinching her clit until she shattered once more, sobbing, shaking, pussy flooding around me.
I lost count of her orgasms. Four? Five? Each one left her weaker, tears endless, body limp but still clenching around me like she couldn't let go.
Finally, I felt my own release building hot, unstoppable.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and thrust back in, prone bone, my weight pinning her down.
She whimpered into the pillow. "No more… Elliot… I can't…"
"One more," I growled, thrusting savagely. "Come for me one more time."
I reached under her, fingers on her clit again, rubbing furiously while I hammered into her.
She broke.
Screamed my name as her body seized, pussy milking me so tight it hurt.
I came with a roar, deep inside her, filling her with hot spurts, marking her from the inside out.
We collapsed, bodies slick with sweat, blood, tears.
She lay there trembling, face buried in the pillow, soft sobs escaping.
I pulled her close, kissing her shoulder, her neck.
"You're mine now, Raven," I whispered.
She didn't answer.
Just curled into me, strong even in her shattering.
And I knew, I'd only just begun.