The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 145: We both needed this

Ash had her neck in his mouth, holding her hostage under the weight of his body. She tasted like liquid heaven as her blood heated his cold body.

Violet rubbed her hands over his smooth muscular back, gliding her nails over each rippling muscle.

He tensed and moaned on her neck, vibrating the raw skin around his bite.

His bite brought heat to her body, it felt like fire invaded her veins.

She missed the feel of skin against hers when he sat up and he looked into her eyes. His stare screamed lust and desire. And that turned Violet on. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted his scent to bathe her. She wanted to be consumed by him.

"I’m going to bend you over the side of this bed and fuck the shit out of you." Ash growled at her.

"Do it." Violet challenged him not only with his words but with her gaze, it was piercing and daring.

It unraveled all of his control. He snapped and gave into his carnal desires.

He grabbed Violet by the throat dragging her to the side of the bed.

He flipped her on to her stomach. He dragged his long nail down the back of her dress cutting right through the fabric. Exposing her smooth back.

Violet moaned. Ready and waiting for everything he was about to do to her. She wanted him to do his worst. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Ravage her.

Hurt her.

Anything to make the pain stop, to quite the thirst for vengeance and blood.

Ash slapped her bare ass, a yelp left Violet’s mouth unexpectedly. Her skin tingled where he left his hand print.

He gripped his hard length, toying with her entrance, coating his tip with her warm juices. He groaned feeling her entrance swallow his tip, before pulling back, rubbing his head on her clit, before sliding just the tip in again.

Violet’s body was pleading for the full length of him, her core ached fiercely, she was ready to shred the bed, if he didn’t stick it in her soon, she was going to die. The ache was too intense.

Ash could feel her desire and her desperation.

He grinned, then slammed himself into her opening. Stretching her entrance to fit his girth. He moaned "Fuck you’re so tight."

Violet cried out from pleasure, waves of intensity rolled over her. But she wanted more, it wasn’t enough to erase the pain in her. But she was desperate to try.

"Harder" she growled, it was an order, not a plea. And Ash was all too happy to do it. Anything for his Queen.

Ash twirled her thick pink hair around his hand, gripping it tightly and jerked her head back and he plunged in her ruthlessly. He didn’t hold back.

She moaned her body was relishing the aggression in his touch.

He felt like home; he matched her anger and her need.

Their skin colliding echoed in the room. Her screams bounced off the wall. She was breaking under him. His grip on her hair was the only support she could provide as he drove deep in her womanhood. He claimed every square inch of the inside of her. His queen was powerful and frighteningly beautiful, but she belonged to him, and no matter how scary she could get, he would remind her just who owned all of her.

Violet was his, every day for the rest of their life.

He was being consumed by her. Drowning in her warm wet pussy. He pounded her opening like a beat down. She grit her teeth bracing herself for each devasting blow to her core. An orgasm climbed up her spine before crashing into her like waves against a cliff.

She convulsed under his grip as the orgasm washed over her.

Her walls squeezed him as it throbbed. He moaned throwing his head back, holding his pace firmly. Even with her orgasm, his pace didn’t faulter.

He pounded into her all through her orgasm and as quickly as one left another came to replace it.

Pleasure battered Violet relentlessly.

"That’s right, take all of me." He growled.

Violet was collapsing on the bed; her orgasms had her undone and breathless.

Ash taking the hint, quickly let his release come. She felt so good, all he had to do was let go of his mental wall and he’d fill her once more.

His loaded exploded inside her, sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

Heavy breathing, he pulled himself out of her and released his grip on her hair.

She dropped to her knees. Her dress still clung to the front of her body.

Blood now stained the bed from the dress.

Her relief was short lived, when she saw the blood, her hunger for more rose again, the reminder of what she lost just hours ago took every bit of peace she momentarily felt.

And guilt slammed into her heart. She found gratification while her daughter was god know where.

"You needed it, don’t beat yourself up. I needed it too. The connection and closeness, we both needed that." Ash came and sat down next to her.

Ash didn’t feel guilt, he knew right now there was nothing the two of them could do. Violet wasn’t stable to handle she needed something to ground her. And he gave her that.

Even with the bloodlust she felt, she had a sense of clarity now. Where she was once drowning in rage, she now felt control over the raging hurricane that was brewing internally.

"Let’s get you cleaned up; you smell like a wet dog." Ash stood up and held his hand out for his queen.

"Shut up, you stink even worse than me. I only killed two, how many different mutts left their blood on you." She teased him smirking.

"We’ll just have to see who’s dirtier, won’t we?" Ash grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all and brought her to the bathroom.

When they stepped in, the hot water pounded against her head. And for the first time on a long time, she broke.

Tears that burned her eyes formed and streamed down her cheeks.

"Violet..." Ash whispered with concern "Your eyes, they’re bleeding, you’re crying blood."