Chapter 223: The Sex Fight.
I didn’t give her time to think. I didn’t give the night a single fucking breath.
With a brutal, unhurried thrust of my hips, I drove my thick, veined cock straight into her dripping cunt, burying myself to the hilt in one devastating stroke. The swollen head forced her swollen folds apart with heavy resistance, stretching her wide inch by inch until my pelvis slammed against hers, balls smacking tight to her ass.
The stretch was pure violent friction—scalding, impossibly tight, molten silk strangling every ridge and vein.
Celestine’s head cracked back against the cold metal base of the beach shower with a loud metallic thunk. A sharp, choked gasp died in her throat. Her mouth fell open in a perfect, silent O as the feral predator mask shattered. Those black eyes blew wide, eyebrows shooting up, every tendon in her neck standing out like cables. Raw, unfiltered shock ripped across her luminous face.
I was too much. Too thick. Too deep. It short-circuited her ancient nervous system.
Her death-grip on my wrists went slack. Her arms dropped uselessly into the wet sand with soft thuds, palms upturned. The terrifying vampire who’d tried to drown me vanished, replaced by a trembling, overwhelmed woman pinned beneath me, chest heaving in broken, shallow pants.
A soft, whimpering cry tore out of her—vulnerable, cracked, and agonizingly sweet. It hit me straight in the chest. Her pussy spasmed violently around my shaft, clamping down like a burning fist, rhythmic pulses milking me from root to tip.
"Abram..." she whispered, voice shattered, staring up at me like I’d just split her soul in half. Her dark lashes were wet and clumped, eyes glassy with overload.
I clenched my jaw and slid my hands from her wrists to her shoulders, fingers sinking deep into cool flesh as I pinned her harder against the concrete. I didn’t ease up. I pulled back slow, letting her tight walls drag and flutter along every inch, then slammed home again—hard, heavy, relentless. I fucked her with crushing dominance, forcing her body to take every thick inch while the wet slap of our hips cracked through the night.
For five punishing strokes she was completely mine. Legs spread wide, toes curling in the sand, body melting under the weight of each thrust.
Then the flood of pleasure flipped a deadly switch in her blood.
Submission snapped.
Her eyes snapped back to mine, pupils blown black and ringed with terrifying crimson. Dark veins surged beneath her glowing white skin, pulsing like angry wires across her cheeks, neck, and tits. The monster wasn’t submitting anymore. It wanted to devour.
With an explosive burst of supernatural strength, Celestine arched her entire spine off the concrete, powerful back and core muscles flexing hard enough to lift my weight. Her feet dug into the sand, toes clawing deep. Her palms slammed into my chest like a hydraulic press, launching us backward off the shower base.
We tumbled violently across the gravel and crashed into the churning surf as a massive wave broke right over us. Sharp stones scraped my back and shoulders. Freezing water exploded across our bodies in a blinding silver sheet, slamming the air from my lungs—but my cock stayed buried to the hilt in her volcanic heat. The sudden shift from hard concrete to chaotic, shifting shallows turned everything into pure fucking madness. Sand and water ground between us where we were joined.
We broke the surface snarling and gasping. Celestine twisted like a wild animal beneath me, hips bucking hard, legs kicking up violent sprays as she tried to flip and pin me. Her razor nails raked burning tracks down my back. She lunged upward, jaw snapping inches from my throat, elongated fangs flashing under the fractured city lights, her hot breath scalding my wet skin.
"Get the fuck down!" I roared.
I poured every ounce of strength into my body, slamming my forearm across her collarbone and using my full weight to crush her upper body back into the swirling surf. Cold water rushed over her face and shoulders. My other hand gripped her thigh like a vice, fingers sinking into soft flesh as I forced her leg wide open. Then I locked in—punishing, frantic, brutal—driving into her with heavy, wet smacks that sent water exploding around our joined hips.
It was raw, mechanical war in the dark shallows. Filthy, obscene squelching mixed with crashing waves and our savage gasps filled the night. Every time she bucked or clawed at me, nails carving fresh bloody lines down my sides, I fucked her harder, deeper, using my cock like a weapon to break her.
"Abram—!" she shrieked, the sound half snarl, half desperate moan as I slammed against her cervix with punishing force, jolting through both of us.
She thrashed wildly in the water, splashing everywhere, her body trapped between the urge to destroy me and the need to come apart. Her pussy fluttered and clenched in chaotic, scalding spasms around my shaft.
"Look at me!" I snarled, vision narrowing as exhaustion and the white-hot pressure at the base of my spine pushed me right to the edge.
Her hands gripped the back of my neck, nails drawing fresh blood that trickled hot down my skin, but she stopped fighting the rhythm. Her head thrashed side to side in the wet sand, brown hair matted and wild, while her hips started rolling up to meet my brutal thrusts—desperate, involuntary, surrendering.
The lake roared around us, cold spray slapping our burning skin as we fucked each other toward total ruin.
Two unhinged monsters tearing into each other in the shallows, pushing the night to its bleeding, screaming limit.
[CRITICAL UPDATE: Target erratic. Vampire physiology is highly unpredictable under extreme stimulation. Dominance slipping.]
[STRATEGY: Chase a release immediately. Lock down the Mark before the venom overrides her compliance protocols.]
The system warned.
I snarled and drove into Celestine harder, chasing that release with brutal, desperate strokes. Her scorching pussy clamped down around me in chaotic, milking spasms as her crimson eyes flashed with feral chaos.
She was right there with me—trembling on the razor’s edge, fangs bared, body arching violently beneath the crashing waves.
One more thrust and I’d flood her. Seal the Mark.
But her growl turned inhuman. Her claws sank deeper. The monster inside her was waking up, and it wasn’t planning to submit.
Everything was about to explode.
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