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scattered across the bed and floor. The string tightened around her neck. Her heart hammered, the vessels pulsating beneath his readied snarl. His naked body draped fully over her, every muscle tight, a solid mass of steel. As he penetrated her with his engorged cock, he bit into the soft flesh of her breast.
    The unyielding grip sent sweet fire flashing through her whole body. One arm had her securely pinned, his weight pressed down on her hips. There was no room for movement of any kind. The bed beneath seemed to evaporate, yet he had her, mercilessly trapped, a slave to whatever perverse desire he cared to initiate.
    She sensed the loss of blood from her breast to his mouth. It was as soothing as the steady rhythmic twitch of his pulsating organ, pumping against the walls of her womb. Her blood was giving him the energy to keep his cock engorged, and the very thought of it threw her into convulsions of pleasure. His grip tightened as she flexed beneath him. Breath exhaled but she could barely inhale.
    For a few seconds, she stared in sadistic delight as his lips suckled the slash in her breast. He pumped the flesh, his fingers shaking the nipple, pinching it as though by doing this he could speed the flow of sustenance to his mouth. His razor teeth slashed another incision and blood bubbled past his lips. He lifted his face then lunged again, licking every drop, lapping the crimson fluid, growling. The white corset was stained with her blood, the few precious droplets that had escaped his feeding.
    Between passion and death.
    Her elongated scream accompanied an eddying tide of bliss. She shifted, even though he still had her fiercely pinned within an unfaltering entrapment.
    “Nicolai,” she oozed, the voice that escaped her strangled vocal cords unfamiliar.
    And she ran her swollen tongue behind her teeth. Two were extended.
    His smeared mouth curled to a grin as he delved in to kiss her, the taste of blood all over his face. Its scent threw her into a fury and she clawed his flesh, tearing deep cuts down his bare back.
    “Hungry, harlot?” he snickered, pulling his face out of her reach so she couldn’t nibble his lips for the flavour.
    “Yes,” she spat, folding forward to bite at him, enjoying their play.
    He still flaunted his masculinity, jerking his hips, keeping her locked in his steely penetration. Blood trickled down the side of her breast. Her nostrils flared at the scent. She bucked her hips, and he sucked a steady stream of air.
    “Oh,” he moaned. “The pleasures of the night’s sweetest whore.”
    He rose up, kneeling, dragging her body, her hips straddling his lap. He kept his cock buried deep inside her, flinching it, watching her expressions. She hissed with anger and it pleased him. He smiled. “Your energy soothes me, harlot,” he droned. “Our union is astounding.”
    Nicolai thrust his thumb along her slit, his black eyes raking over her attire. “Lovely to be a scarlet woman of the night, isn’t it my darling?” He grabbed her wounded breast, shook it mightily, and groaned. Then he snatched her throat and squeezed. She gasped, clutched his wrist and shivered.
    “Tell me you’re mine—that my claim on you is complete,” he seethed. “Tell me. Now!”
    She threw her chin in the air, snarled for breath, and cracked out a curse. “Yes,” she shrieked. “I am yours.”
    He let go. And smoothed her matted hair. “Lovely. So lovely.”
    Then he yanked her head up with a fistful of hair. “Watch me. Watch me as I finish this.”
    She lowered her gaze, watching his slick cock pulling back, then straining forward, her lips puffing to each stroke. Suddenly he let go of her hair, lifting his fists into the air, and with a shuddering howl, he exploded, the sting of his burning fluid flooding her womb. He lurched. And clawed the air. A ripple streaked down his thick chest.
    She prepared for him to lie down with her, to rest, or wait for the urges to overwhelm him again, whichever might