As soon as her lips touched his, she something was wronged.

One minute her lips were

on his, the next she heard a crashed a scream. She opened her eyes to see Damien
hanging by his throat in the air.
“D’Artaniel let his go now.” At that point he turned and stared at her. What she saw had
goose bumps racing through her body. His eyes were completely red with a black rim.
His lips were pulled back into a snarl. When she looked at his hands on Damien neck, she
saw that his nails had elongated to trice its length.
“Why should I?” he growled back at her.
“Because is said so. And don’t go around being jealous you are the one who let me go.”
In a second, he was faced to face with her, “Says who?” breathing on her neck. Though
they were in a public club, she couldn’t help but tilt her neck to give him access.
“Y...” she never got to finish because he suddenly latched onto her next, biting through to
the vein. She flinched at the pain but at the same time let out a gasp of pleasure.
Mine. No one else’s but mine. That all that could go through his mind as he fed on
Heather neck. Somewhere deep in his mind, he knew he was far past the point of reason.
But he knew he couldn’t feed on her in public. It was an intimate action which he did not
want to share with anyone. He looked up to see Damien waling towards them.
“Damien, leave them alone,” Jack said, trying to pull him back without effect.
“But he is hurting her,” he growled back at Jack. D’Artaniel hissed and let out a growl
that sounded more animalistic than human, as a warning. Only when Heather raised her
hand did Damien stop in his tracks.
“D’Artaniel…” Heather knew the only way to reach him was through their mind
connection. “Can you hear me?” another growl was her answer.
“I need you to stop what you’re doing right now.”
“But I’m not hurting you. I feel when you are hurt and right now you are far away from
hurt.”
“But you have to stop now”
“I don’t think I can do that.” And with that she, he wrapped his arm around he waist and
used his speed to get out of there. He knew that if he didn’t get he to his home soon
enough, he was to stop halfway and take her regardless of the audience

No sooner had he set her down in front of her house that she had stepped out of his arms
trying to run into the house. Though she knew she didn’t stand a chance of running away
from him at this point, she still had to give it a shot. She locked the door and turned
around to find him standing behind with that cocky, triumphant grin of his as he slowly
stalked to wards her.
“Heather take of your clothes” She backed up towards her the living as he approached.
The look in his eye told her of his intentions, and she knew that D’Artaniel got whatever
it was he wanted, “Now Heather.”
“And what if I don’t? What are you going to do about it?”
“I really will not like to rip your clothes for they make you look so sexy that I could eat
you up,” he said as he started taking of his clothing.
“Don’t do this D’Artaniel. Not like this. You are going to regret this.”
“The only thing I am going to regret is letting you go long enough for you to kiss a man.”
He took of his last piece of clothing. Heather’s breathe caught as he stood up straight
with his penis hanging stiff and proudly in front of him.
“Now take of your clothing,” he said, “Heather we could do this the hard way or the easy
way.” At her continued defiance, he said, “I guess you choose the hard then.” In the next
second he was up close to her, his body touching hers from nose to toe. He kissed his way
to her neck. There he latched on to her neck and sucked.
“Do you know I can still smell him on you? On your clothes?” he continued on to rip her
dress right down the middle. Heather’s breathe caught at the rush of excitement that race
up her spin and down to her clit.
“Such a waste of such a beautiful dress” he said with little remorse. He slowly lowered
his gaze to stare at the treasure he had just on covered. Megan could feel his gaze on her
as if he was touching her.
“So beautiful. Do you know how crazy you make me? How mad I can get seeing you
just dancing, and even worse, kissing another man?” His hand slowly traveled down her
body to latch on to the v-shape between her lags. He let his hand travel underneath the
smallest piece of clothing he had ever seen to tangle into the curl there. Heather’s breathe
caught as his hand stroked the slit there but didn’t penetrate it.
“Answer me.” He drove two fingers into her pussy. Heather could not think let alone
formulate and answer, “Then let me show you” he pulled his fingers out and Heather
almost screamed. He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled before taking them into
his mouth.
Before she could say no, D’Artaniel had he over his lap on the couch with her ass up. He
slowly caressed her ass and suddenly let his hand come down hard on it. Heather
screamed out his name, overwhelmed with the pleasure/ pain feeling. He caressed away
the sting then delivered two more slaps, one on each ass cheek.
“Do you feel that, baby,” he caressed then let two more “ this is…” slap, “how I feel..”
slap, “when I see…” slap, “you with other men.” Slap. He slowly caressed again.
“YES,” she screamed, “just please stop.
“Do you really want me to?” he slid his hand down to he pussy and parted the folds, “Are
you sure you don’t like this? Because your pussy is all wet. See?” he lifted his hand to
show her the juices glistening on his fingers. She watched his as he sucked on them then
returned them to her pussy. “I think that you are just in denial,” he slipped two of his
fingers back in her pussy.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he slowly moved his fingers, “tell whose is it?”
“Not yours that for sure,” she gasped. He suddenly pulled out and landed his hand on her
ass in another slap.
“Whose is it?” he played with her clit while using his other hand on her ass.
“Not yours.” She growled. He used his fingers to draw back some moisture to the cleft
between her as cheeks. He slowly let one finger penetrate her ass, a warning to her of his
intensions. He finally got his whole finger. The new sensation had Heather hanging by a
thread. She felt it, so close bu6t not quite there yet. Suddenly he stopped and nothing else
could have made her go crazy as this. She tried to move in order to create the friction she
need but his hand kept her still.
“Please, D’Artaniel,” she pleaded for what she knew he could give her.
“Please for what?” he said.
“Please stop teasing me,” she gasped as his finger flexed a little.
“All you have to do is tell me who this ass and pussy belongs to.” He continued with the
light pats on her reddening cheeks.
“Oh, God. Please. There are yours.”
“Whose?”
“D’Artaniel’s,” she exclaimed.
“I thought so too.” With that being said, he continued on to move his finger while playing
with her clit. He felt her muscles contracting around his finger, and increased the speed.
He used his other hand to plunge to fingers into her pussy. Heather let go as she felt
herself fly. She felt like her body had just shattered into pieces. He turned her around and
adjusted until she was straddling him.
He kissed with all the hunger and pain and anger he felt. The kiss was not meant
to coax her or be gentle. It was to show possession and to stake a claim. He sucked on her
bottom lip until it became swollen. He trailed his kisses to her next and down to the two
mounds on her chest. He kissed and licked everywhere around her nipples.
“Tell me what you want, Heather”
“Please, D’Artaniel. You know what I want, please,” she said as she arched her back in
offering.
“Offer them to me.” She cupped her breasts, and brought her nipples to his mouth. He
then sucked in the hot moisture of his mouth. He licked, bit and sucked one nipple
leaving several marks of possession, before giving the same treatment to her other nipple.
Meanwhile his hands trace down her body to her pussy.
“You’re are so wet. I can smell you and you smell so good. Do you know how much I
want to taste you?” he said against her breast as he plunged two fingers into her pussy.
Heather gasped at the intrusion. She moved faster the closer she got to her climax. He
took out his fingers and brought them to her breast. He went on to spread her juices on
her breast and slowly licked it of with his tongue.
“Oh, you taste so good. I could eat you up all day and never grow tired of your taste,” he
moaned as her taste fired on his taste buds. She pressed her clit against his dick, driving
him even crazier. She reached between them a position him right at her entrance and
slowly lowered herself onto his penis.
He groaned out his pleasure as he came back up for another taste of her lips. He
moved her slowly till he was completely surrounded by her tight hot pussy. The pleasure
was so intense that he lost control before he could enjoy it. He quickened the pace as he
watched the pleasure across her face. He felt her pussy tighten around him before her
orgasm. He got in three hard thrusts before he also climaxed.
They slowly came down from their state of pleasure as their body relaxed.
D’Artaniel felt Heather contract against him as he had not slip out of her yet. Her eyes
widened with renewed pleasure as she felt him harden again inside her. She gasped as she
his finger slowly thrusting into the cleft in between her buttocks.
“I am not done yet Heather. I am going to take you until you know who you belong to
without doubt. Right now I want to shove my dick up your ass. Would you like that,
baby?” he growled in her ear. He pulled himself free of her vagina and shifted until her
was positioned at her asshole. He slowly impaled himself one inch at a time. With each
thrust he added another inch.
“Come on baby, you can take,” he said as he rubbed her clit to stimulate her, “God you’re
tight. Do you feel how tight you are around me, baby? Come tell me you want it.” He
started to pull out.
“I want it,” she said trying to get him back into her. With one last thrust he plunged
completely into her. He grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks and he slowly rotated her
on his cock. This time the need was a slow burn and he didn’t feel the need to rush. He
kissed her again; this time to seduce her and prove to her how gentle he could be. The
kiss was slow and soul bearing. He licked her lips, coaxing them open as he pushed his
tongue into her mouth. He licked and tasted her and it was the best taste ever. He felt that
he could get drugged on her taste. His tongue swirled around with hers back and forth. He
felt her muscles contract seconds before she orgasm. Then he increased his speed as he
latched on to her neck and bit. The flow of her blood down his throat was enough for him
to reach his climax. He rammed into her with so much force until he felt his ball scrunch
u before his released.
Only after several minutes could he pull out of her.