#the layout is so cooked..anyways

The bite throbbed like a second heartbeat. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe—not with him still nestled so deep inside you, cock twitching as he lazily rutted into the overstimulated mess he’d made of you. “Good girl,” Remmick purred, brushing your damp hair back from your face “Took it all so sweet. Let me feed like you were born for it.”His fangs were gone now. Lips kiss-swollen and smeared with a line of your blood he hadn’t bothered to clean, it should’ve been terrifying..But all you felt was owned.

He shifted, dragging his cock out so slowly you whimpered at the loss—“I know, sugar. I know,” he cooed…only for him to slam back in with a low grunt that made you cry out. “Still fuckin’ perfection,” he groaned, rolling his hips “Your little cunt’s clingin’ to me like it knows.” You were too wrecked to speak, only moans and broken gasps left your throat, tears slipping down your cheeks from sheer overstimulation, He licked them off.

“Gonna cry for me again, little lamb?” he whispered, mouth hot at your ear “Bet your daddy’d fall over dead if he saw you now. Split open on m’cock, marked and ruined.”