237 : His Mark

VERENA

He rides my body with the passion of a beast. Faces close, our fingers intertwined against the tangled sheets, we move to the raw rhythm. I straddle him, my hips grinding as he thrusts inside me. His hard, rough strokes rock my body.

Waves of pleasure fill my senses and I scream as he keeps going. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge until I can’t hold it anymore. His hand grabs one breast and gives it a hard squeeze. He leans down and sucks my neck.

I moan as his teeth grazes my skin. He pierces his canines inside and the pain gets immersed into the pleasure of my climax. I arch my back, seeing stars in my vision as the powerful sensations of connecting with him and releasing myself dance together in a fierce rhythm.

“Elijah!” I whimper, clutching his hair as an anchor to not let myself get washed away with these strong sensations. He grunts as he gets his release and pulls back.

He pants and collapses into the tangle of my legs. He stays between my legs, props his hea