It was overwhelming in its power. He was the storm outside, pummeling me into the earth. Lorcan was a hurricane, a force of nature destroying me and remaking me each time I came.

His bites started gentle but grew to be rough, bruising my skin so I’d never forget his lust. Crescent-shaped marks of demonic fangs decorated my neck and breasts, my ass and thighs. After each bite, he came back with his tongue, warm and desperate.

He made wet trails over my body until he found something interesting enough to make him stop in his tracks. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, groaning as he sucked, his teeth pinching at my breast as he kissed the hard tip.

My voice was harsh and ragged—overused from all the times I cried out, begging for more, begging for less. Just begging. I wasn’t sure how long we had been fucking but I knew I felt every nerve in my body, raw and used.

My back arched, my body a throbbing mess. I was sore on every inch of my skin. He kept at it, pinning me down and entwining our bodies.

Lorcan’s greedy mouth slid down my body as he forced my legs open. His mouth pressed to my cunt and he licked and sucked, his fingers digging into my thighs to keep them spread wide as he groaned against me. He made me come one flick of the tongue after the next. I tried to squirm away but he held my hips down and didn't show me mercy. He never did. He demanded my orgasms and when I wasn’t sure I had another one to give, he forced them out. He made my back arch and my body shake as pleasure washed over my exhausted body.

Each swirl of his tongue became almost painful and yet my body cried for more pleasure nonetheless because I was so very greedy. I was a gushing mess on the bed and his chin was dripping wet by the time he stopped licking between my legs. He crawled back up my body with a hard cock, not wasting a moment before he pushed its ridges into my wet heat and began his fluid, endless fucking once again.

I wasn’t sure if it had been days or hours. I couldn't begin to count the number of times we'd fucked.

Lorcan only seemed happy when inside me. The harsh hunger in his eyes melted away into pleasure and awe, into love. He stared at me in the dark room as I felt him try to find clever ways to get even deeper inside me, pulling my hips into his lap and brushing places no one had touched before. I whined and writhed from the sensation, my insides opening up for more ecstasy as I watched his cock get lost inside me.

The orgasms became almost as painful as they were pleasurable but I was addicted to his overbearing need. Lorcan ground his body between my legs, his tail giving my clit steady pats that made me dig my fingers into his back, jerking and gasping. He knew exactly what to do to keep me stretched out beneath him.