Chapter 71: 71: Marked in Passion

BELLE

With a strangled roar, Grayson punched his hips forward, taking my virginity with a single thrust, filling me to the hilt with his monster cock and unleashing total euphoria in me.

I cried out once he was seated fully inside of me, digging my nails into his back as searing pain raced through me.

Jesus Christ, he was big. Big and ~long~—touching a part so deep inside of me that I didn’t even know it existed.

“So—~fuck—~so tiny and tight. So wet and perfect. My perfect girl,” Grayson panted against my neck. His voice was low and tortured, filled with the evidence of his inner beast.

He stilled on top of me, giving me time to adjust while he lapped and nipped at my mark, growling in my ear. He was so rigid on top of me.

Every muscle was coiled tight, straining under his skin. It was obviously costing him a great effort not to move, but I appreciated every bit of time he was able to give me.

The pain was bad but not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. Grayson had been right—getting me used to his fingers first had definitely been the way to go.

Even though it still felt like I was being split in two, I was able to stay calm.

“Breathe, Belle,” my mate bit out through clenched teeth.

I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath. I released a breath with a puff.

“Good. Try to relax your muscles.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck for a long lick. A bite and a rough suck.

It was like he was unable to stop himself; keeping his mouth on me was the only thing keeping him sane. “Your body was made for mine. Your sweet pussy was made for this—to take my cock.”

His hand ran down my body until his fingers were on my swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

Colors sparked and flashed behind my eyes, and I loosened my hold on his shoulders, trying to focus on how good his fingers felt, toying with my bundle of nerves.

I breathed like he told me to, and the walls of my pussy eventually relaxed around his cock. I didn’t even realize he wasn’t in me all the way until I felt him slide forward another inch, his balls hitting my ass.

“Good girl,” Grayson said, praising me even as his arms shook with the effort it took to control himself. “You’re doing so fucking good. I can’t even believe how amazing you feel.”

A few more seconds passed before the pain finally seemed to diminish enough for me to think clearly again.

To test it out, I clenched around Grayson, and immediately moaned when sparks exploded from my core and my whole body heated as if it were on fire.

Grayson slammed his free hand down on the bed beside my head and bit down on my neck, right over my mark.

He never broke skin or caused me any harm, but the way his teeth pressed into my mark caused an intense physical reaction.

I clenched around him again, squeezing his shaft and slickness pooled from me.

“~Belle.~” Grayson’s voice was deeper than I had ever heard it. Filled with gravel. “Don’t do that unless you’re ready for me to start moving—unless you’re ready for a fucking.”

Giddiness expanded in my chest. Without saying another word, I tightened around him once more and rolled my hips against his.

“Fuck!” Grayson exploded. His hips pulled back and then immediately surged forward as if on their own accord. We both groaned.

“~Yeesss~,” I mewled. It was good—~so~ good.

And that was when his thrusts began. Each one was harder, faster than the last, taking my breath away.

I threw my head back as a bliss-filled scream escaped my mouth.

Grayson made a broken sound and started hammering into me without mercy.

His eyes were wild, hungry, whipping over every inch of my body, drinking in my reactions as he took me with animalistic force. All I could do was lie there and take everything he was giving me.

My body was alive with sparks. Every move he made caused tremors to sweep through me, my femininity clamping down on him with every thrust as if it never wanted him to leave.

My mouth fell open as he started to move faster, faster, faster. Grayson was a man reduced to a beast above me. The look in his eyes was all determination and voraciousness and I did not mind at all.

I would have been freaked out if I weren’t so engrossed in the sensation he was causing to race through me. But this was my mate. This was the moment I had been waiting for for months.

I panted and mewled as he plowed into me again and again without mercy, causing me to feel things I never had before. I had entered a different plane of existence—one filled solely with mind-blowing ecstasy.

Oh ~God~, why did we wait so long to do this?

I would never turn away the opportunity to have Grayson’s tongue running between my legs, but it was nothing compared to having his incredible cock thrusting between them.

Without warning, he let out a savage growl and slammed his mouth down onto mine without pausing his hip movements.

I moaned against his lips, gripping his neck and shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, pulling him impossibly closer to me.

I sucked on his tongue while I listened to the sound of the bed creaking beneath us. He was so damn strong that the bed slid back and forth with every move he made.

He was pounding me so hard that my teeth would be clacking together if it weren’t for his tongue in my mouth.

I didn’t think it could get any better, but then he started thrusting his hard dick in a way that hit a specific spot inside of me over and over.

I screamed and arched against him, so my pointed nipples rubbed up against his chest. I cried out his name, not even recognizing my own need-filled voice.

He licked at my lips, his purring so loud in my ears that it drowned out any other thought. “I love your little fuck noises,” he growled. “Come, mate. Come around your mate’s cock. Do it now.”

I couldn’t help but follow his orders. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My body jerked and spasmed. The whole world paused as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced took over.

Meanwhile, Grayson continued with his relentless command of my body. The sight of his eyes swirling between colors—black, red, green—only seemed to heighten everything I was feeling.

He was power and beauty in motion, like a racehorse. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Veins popped out from his taut muscles and his face was in such a state of intense focus and determination; it was honestly beautiful.

It felt like an eternity before I finally came down from the high of my climax. I was reduced to a blabbering, weak mess, a total slave to his rough fucking that never seemed to end.

I was still fluttering around him when he leaned down and sucked on my mark. I whimpered, overwhelmed by sensations, yet so eager for him to continue.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said, the words rumbling against my skin. “Come for me again, beautiful.”

I moaned in confusion, unable to bring myself to say anything else. There was no way I could come again so soon, no matter how good he was making me feel.

“You heard me, Belle,” he continued, voice low, almost threatening.

I barely even comprehended what was happening when, all of a sudden, Grayson was sinking his teeth into my mark. And just like that, as if it were magic, I immediately came again.

When I came for the second time, I heard someone screaming and it took a moment for me to realize that it was me.

Grayson was growling nonstop above me and I decided then and there that it was one of my favorite sounds ever.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Grayson pulled himself from me and flipped me around so that I was on my knees and he was behind me.

He bent me forward with his hands on my shoulders and then thrust his length back into me without wasting a second. I accepted it with an enthusiastic groan.

He kept me in that position for a few minutes, plowing into me like a jackhammer before pulling me upright, so we were back to back.

And, still never ceasing his movements, he latched his lips onto my neck. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this new position he had us in was to give him better access to my mark.

His tongue, his mouth, and his teeth went crazy on the skin of my neck while he took me from behind without mercy.

“Mine,” he kept growling, one of his hands kneading my breast, tweaking my nipple. “Mine, mine, mine.”

Then, without warning, he sunk his teeth into my neck, simultaneously marking me and using the fangs of his vampire to suck my blood.

I had already been shockingly close to another orgasm, and, oh God, I couldn’t have stopped that landslide even if I wanted to.

“~Fuck!~” Grayson roared as the most intimate part of me seized around him. “Yes. Squeeze me, baby. Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t get enough of you coming around me.”

His voice was deranged at this point, full of the most animal side of him and laced with the purr of his vampire—and I would be lying if I said it didn’t add to the high of my orgasm.

There was something about the act of him losing control that was so unbelievably hot, I didn’t even know what to do about it. I loved that I could do that to him, that I had that sort of power over him.

“~Yes~,” he boomed against my sweaty neck. “I’m close, mate. About to fill you up. About to make you mine forever. Once and for all.”

An uneven nod was the only response I could manage. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t do anything. I was breathless. Voiceless. Thoughtless.

I was on another planet entirely, one filled solely with pleasure and orgasmic bliss.

My climax was still in complete control of my body, rolling over me with mind-numbing wave after mind-numbing wave.

My legs threatened to give out beneath me as I shook and flailed, but Grayson knew just what to do.

Without pulling his cock from my spasming pussy, he flipped me around once more, so I was on my back, looking up at him.

I was trapped beneath his huge, muscular body, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his hips became faster, sloppier with every deep thrust.

He was riding me so hard now that my teeth were clacking together, and I could tell by the wild look in his eyes that he was seconds away from his own release.

I wanted it. I could already feel our bond solidifying between us, and I craved that moment when we were finally fully connected more than anything else.

With that in mind, I seized my intimate muscles around him so tightly that he couldn’t even withdraw from me and watched with great satisfaction as Grayson’s eyes went blind.

He became uncontrolled. Primal. Savage. There was no stopping him now.

Finally, ~finally,~ he let out a feral roar, his giant form juddering as something hot and wet started to fill me.

Rope after rope of his hot cum shot into me, warming me from the inside until it was leaking from my pussy and onto the inside of my thighs and the bed beneath us.

An overwhelming feeling of…love and blind devotion for the man above me filled my chest nearly to the point of bursting.

I quickly realized that it was the mate bond.

The feeling of our bond finally becoming whole, connecting us on a level that I didn’t even think possible, was so intense and…~magical~ that I instantly came again.

The euphoric pleasure was so intense that my limbs flailed, my breathing stalled, my back arched, and fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids.

I almost didn’t think I would survive the pleasure.

Grayson melded his sweaty forehead to mine, placing sloppy kisses against my lips while both our bodies continued to jerk in the throes of passion.

“I love you. I love you,” he gasped through elevated breaths. He chanted those words over and over again. “My mate. My everything. I love you. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too,” I breathed, my own voice thick with emotion. My weak hands gripped his face, searching for something to anchor myself to. “I love you, Grayson.”