The room smelled of iron and sweat, thick with something primal, something forbidden. The sheets beneath Ethan’s knees were already ruined, deep crimson soaking into the fabric, staining his skin, branding him in ways he couldn’t erase.
Above him, Selene sat back against the headboard, one leg bent, the other draped over his shoulder, her fingers tangled in his hair. The slow drag of her nails over his scalp sent a full-body shudder through him, but it was the scent of her, earthy, metallic, intoxicating, that had him trembling.
“Look at you,” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “So fucking desperate to prove yourself. My little blood-drunk bitch.”
Ethan groaned, his fingers flexing against her thighs. His cock ached, leaking against the ruined sheets, but he didn’t dare move without permission. Not when she had him like this. Not when she was watching him with that slow, knowing smirk.
“Tell me what you are.”
His breath came out ragged. “Yours, Madam.”
Selene exhaled a pleased hum, rolling her hips forward just enough for him to feel the slick heat of her against his lips. “Damn right, you are.”
The scent of her had his mind spinning, the raw, unfiltered arousal mixed with the unmistakable tang of blood. His body warred between shame and unbearable need, but the need always won. It always did with her.
“You wanted this,” Selene continued, her fingers tightening in his hair. “You begged me for this. A filthy little boy, aching to be marked, to be used even when I’m bleeding for you.”
Ethan whimpered, his mouth parting instinctively, his tongue flicking out to taste the evidence of her power. The moment it touched his lips, his body locked up, heat surging through him so violently he thought he might come untouched.
Selene chuckled darkly, dragging her nails down the back of his neck. “Fuck, you’re pathetic. Hard from this? From licking up my mess like a desperate little bitch?”
He moaned against her, the shame of it only making it worse, better.
She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her. His lips were already painted with her, slick and red, his pupils blown wide.
“You love this, don’t you?” she whispered, smearing her thumb across his mouth, dragging it down over his chin, leaving streaks of her across his flushed skin. “You’d let me fucking drown you in it.”
Ethan gasped, nodding frantically. “Yes, Madam. Please”
Selene’s smirk widened. “Then open.”
His jaw went slack, his tongue rolling out instinctively. She tilted her hips forward, giving him everything, grinding against his mouth like he was nothing but a toy built to serve her.
“That’s it,” she purred, rolling her head back against the headboard, one hand gripping the back of his skull to keep him exactly where she wanted him. “Take it all. Be a good little blood-soaked bitch and drink me.”
Ethan groaned into her, his body wracked with shudders, his cock throbbing painfully. He could taste her, all of her, the raw, coppery evidence of his own undoing, and he knew, knew, there was no coming back from this.
He was hers now. Completely. And she was never letting him go.
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