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You were whimpering and drooling against the pillow, your head being pushed further down into the fabric that tried to muffle your loud moans.
Lohen kept a harsh, relentless rhythm with his hips, roughly working his way between your legs without giving you any rest. One of his hands held your waist in place, lifting your abdomen slightly so he could reach even deeper, while the other gripped a generous handful of your messy hair, controlling your movements at will and keeping you perfectly under his hold.
Sweat slid down his face and over his nose as he leaned in, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his chest pressed against your back, matching the sway of his hips against you.
“You’re taking me so well” he whispered between pants against your ear, nibbling at the cartilage without slowing his thrusts.
“Lohen, no… I can’t anymore” you said breathlessly, turning your head without lifting it from the pillow.
“Just one more” he said for the fourth or fifth time that night—you had already lost count—earning an annoyed moan from you.
You opened your mouth to complain, your voice hoarse from moaning and panting, but you were interrupted by a rough thrust from him. You gasped at the motion, your body trembling.
“Fuck—” he groaned loudly, feeling you tighten around him. The hand gripping your waist tightened further, leaving a mark that would likely turn into a bruise by morning.
He pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in fully and forcefully, making you cry out breathlessly, your eyes snapping open as he resumed his fast, cruel pace.
He began attacking your shoulders and back, leaving wet kisses and trails of saliva until he found that sensitive spot on your neck, sinking his fangs in until you bled. Your back arched at the sensation, allowing him to thrust deeper against your sweet spot. Wet, heavy sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room as he drove you to the brink. You could feel his tongue on your neck, licking up the blood from the wound he’d just made, and his ragged, almost euphoric breathing against your sweat-soaked nape.
“Fuck, you’re so tight” he growled, voice strained. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
You tightened even more around him at the sound of his voice, making him whimper softly against your ear.
“So good…” you could hear the wicked smile in his voice.
He yanked your hair, forcing your head up to crash your mouths together in a hungry kiss. Your tongues danced together feverishly, letting you subtly taste your own blood. He pulled away with a low groan, leaving you breathless and your vision blurred, tears running down your cheeks.
“Lo… hen… please…”
He grabbed your cheeks with his free hand, turning your head as much as possible so your eyes met.
“Use your words” he scolded, his bright crimson gaze filled with lust.
You whimpered in response to the intensity of his eyes, practically drooling at the sight.
“Use your words, Schneeflocke” he teased, leaning down to attack your neck again, already covered in bites and marks.
“Barbatos, fuck, Lohen! I can’t—nnngh—it’s too much!” you pleaded, feeling that familiar tension building in your abdomen.
He shoved your head back into the bed, lifting your hips even higher and thrusting into you with all his strength, making the headboard slam against the wall.
He kept moving in and out of you, your neck and shoulders completely covered in hickeys. The sensation in your lower body kept building, your legs starting to shake.
With a sharp cry, you collapsed—the knot snapped, and your walls clenched violently around him, making him growl and shudder within your grip. You could feel his thrusts becoming irregular and uncontrolled, hearing him pant behind you.
“Who gave you permission to come?” he muttered, voice low, yanking your head back.
You didn’t have the strength to speak, only managing incoherent babbling and unintelligible sounds in a weak attempt to excuse yourself.
He forced his mouth onto yours again, your tongues meeting as he swallowed your rising moans from overstimulation, his lewd smile evident in the kiss.
With a few more thrusts, he came inside you with a guttural groan, his body jerking forward as he collapsed over you, filling you.
When he finished riding out his orgasm, you felt him pull out, watching his fluids spill from your body. He turned you around, letting you see the look of ecstasy and satisfaction on his face as he took in the mess he’d made of you: your hair completely tangled, damp strands sticking to your sweaty face. His gaze moved from your teary, exhausted eyes to your swollen lips, placing one last kiss on them before leaning close to your ear.
“Looks like I’m going to have to punish you for not following my orders.”