My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 37

“How many times have you tried escaping now?”

Four fast lashes rains down on her back in rapid succession causing her to scream.

'Oh, I'm not done yet, wife.'

Another four hits her. More screams of agony.

'Wait till I get a hold of you this time...'

No...

Nononono...

NO!

Screaming Lyra sits up in panic and starts flailing around with arms and legs. Fat tears streams

down her cheeks and her entire body is coated in a thin layer of sweat and trembling. Fast

approaching footsteps further increases the fear and nearly paralyzes her when then door is

suddenly, rather violently, being flung open. Soon after strong, warm arms softly holds her

against a solid chest.

"It's just a nightmare. Nothing can hurt you...ssscchhhhh...you're safe."

"Jaze...?" she asks insecurely.

"It's me, I'm here little mouse. Not going anywhere." he whispers to her over and over.

Wishing more of his warmth and comfort she crawls into his lap, straddling him and nuzzles into

his neck wanting nothing more than for all the bad memories to go away. To leave her alone.

Feeling desperate she starts leaving feather like kisses on his throat down to his collarbone and

back again.

"What are you doing...?" Jaze asks with a whisper.

Not answering Lyra goes bolder and alternates between kisses and biting while grinding against

him. Deep inside she knows this isn't the right way. This might be something to regret but she

yearns for it. Her entire body screams to be used. She truly is broken beyond repair. Feeling

Jaze hold himself back she bites down hard between his neck and shoulder, earning a lustful

grunt.

"This isn't what you want. Look at me, little mouse" he tries to stop her and make her look at

him but she refuses. "You will regret this later and I refuse to take advantage of you, hey...look"

Ignoring his attempts at stopping her, Lyra delivers another hard bite effectively halting him

mid-speech and coaxing a moan out of him.

"Give her what she wants. Just be rough in a gentle way. Show her love." Lydoran interrupts

from the doorway. His face serious when talking to his blood son.

"I don't want to take advantage of her. Make her feel used." Jaze struggles to speak properly

while Lyra keeps assaulting him with harsh bites while grinding against him. He can’t deny the

fact that he is very hard under her.

"You won't. "Lydoran says with certainty. "Lyra knows perfectly well what she wants right now

and she is very much with you in her mind. Am I right, love?" looking at each other he gives her

a soft smile when she nods at him. Nodding back Lydoran leaves the room and shuts the door.

Jaze looks at her, silently asking if she is okay. If she really wants this. When she doesn't shy

"More...I want you." she moans almost begs. "All of you. no more playing. “first time she really

means what she says. Never did she think a day like this would arrive where she really wants to

be taken. Wants to be felt by another. Jaze gives her a wicked smile, loving the sight before

him. Her flushed cheeks, lips swollen and a deep shade of pinkish red from all their kissing.

Slightly sweaty body from being teased but not allowed to come just yet. Eyes clouded with raw

desire and heavy breathing. "So beautiful." he whispers. Slowly tickling her with feather light

touches he strokes his way between her legs where he let a finger slip inside her wetness.

Gently stretching her out, one finger at a time. He feels how she gets wetter and wetter the

more he fingers her and guessing it won't be long until she reaches her first peak. Wanting her

to come he goes a little rougher and is richly rewarded only moments later. Not able to hold

out any longer he positions himself and slowly pushes inside. Grunting in approval of her

tightness.

"Good?" He asks making sure not to hurt her. When nothing but moaning sounds slips out, he

mumbles "Fuck it." and starts pounding hard inside her. Setting a rough pace. He elongates his

fangs fully and scrapes them against her delicate skin. "I'm going to make you scream my

name." he whispers in her ear. She relishes in the feeling he gives her and meets him thrust for

thrust. Clawing at his back. Just before she hits her second orgasm, she feels his fangs pierce

her skin and the feeling of getting bitten only intensified the feeling tenfold. He, indeed, made

her scream his name. Loudly. Several times