Chapter 35 Hot Day
Brea's POV
The room felt smaller now, the air thick enough to choke on. I stood over Rayne, my body buzzing with that second heartbeat pounding deep in my chest. The old thing inside me made everything sharper—every breath, every shift of fabric against skin, every hungry look he tried to hide.
Rayne pushed himself up on his elbows, jaw set tight. “Brea, whatever this is… we stop. Right now.”
I smiled slow, then shoved him flat again. The bed slammed against the wall with a loud crack, wood splintering just a little. He landed hard, eyes wide for half a second before narrowing.
“You don’t get to decide tonight,” I said, climbing over him, knees pinning his hips down. My hands pressed into his chest, holding him there. “You forgot me. Forgot what we did last time. But I remember every second.”
His hands came up fast, grabbing my waist like he meant to push me off. Fingers dug in hard. “This isn’t you talking.”
“It is now.” I leaned down, breath brushing his mouth. “And you’re still a virgin in that head of yours, aren’t you? Even after I almost had you before.”
I grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open in one sharp pull. Buttons flew, clattering across the floor. His bare chest rose fast under my palms. Warm. Solid. Mine.
Rayne’s breath caught. His eyes dropped straight to my chest as I sat up and yanked my own top off. My breasts spilled free—full, heavy, right there in front of his face. Nipples already tight, begging for attention.
He froze. Stared. The virgin struggle flashed across his face—lips parted, throat working. “Brea… we can’t—”
But his hands betrayed him. They shot up, gripping both breasts roughly, squeezing the soft weight like he’d been dying to do it. Thumbs dragged over my nipples, rough and clumsy with need.
I gasped, arching into his grip. “That’s it. Touch them. They’re yours tonight.”
He sat up sudden, strength surging through him from the vampire blood in his veins. The bedframe groaned loud as he flipped us. I hit the mattress on my back, the impact rattling the headboard against the wall. A vase on the nearby table toppled and shattered.
Rayne was on me instantly, mouth crashing down on one breast. He sucked hard, greedy, teeth scraping my nipple. No softness. Just raw hunger. His hand kneaded the other breast, fingers sinking deep into the flesh, pinching the peak until I cried out.
“Fuck… so soft,” he muttered against my skin, voice thick. “I shouldn’t… but I can’t stop.”
I laughed low, threading my fingers tight in his hair and yanking his head closer. “Suck harder. Bite me. I want to feel it.”
He did. Teeth sank in, just breaking skin. A sharp sting, then warm blood welled. Rayne groaned deep, licking it up, then sucking again like he was starving. The taste hit him—my blood mixing with the ancient power inside me. His eyes flashed crimson.
The entity surged. My body felt stronger, hotter, every nerve screaming. I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped us again with unnatural force. The bedside table crashed over, lamp shattering, glass spraying across the floor.
Now I was on top, grinding down hard against the thick bulge in his pants. “You feel how wet I am already? That’s what you do to me.”
Rayne’s hands gripped my ass, squeezing brutally, pulling me tighter against him. “Brea—shit—slow down—”
“No.” I reached between us, tearing his pants open. His cock sprang free—hard, thick, throbbing. Virgin or not, his body knew exactly what it wanted.
I stroked him once, rough, watching his head fall back with a choked groan. Then I lifted my hips, shoved my own pants and underwear aside, and sank down on him in one brutal motion.
We both gasped. He stretched me wide, filling me completely. The bed slammed against the wall again as I started riding him hard—fast, deep, no mercy. Skin slapped loud against skin. The ancient power made me move faster, take him deeper, clench around him tighter.
Rayne’s fingers dug bruises into my hips. “Fuck—too much—Brea—”
I leaned down, fangs lengthening. “Not enough.” My mouth found his neck. I bit hard, tearing through skin. Hot blood flooded my mouth—rich, dark, powerful. I sucked greedily while I rode him, hips slamming down again and again.
He roared, the sound raw. Superhuman strength kicked in. He bucked up hard, meeting every thrust, nearly throwing me off. One arm wrapped around my waist like iron, the other fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite my shoulder in return.
Pain and pleasure exploded together. Blood trickled down my chest as he drank, sucking deep while his cock drove up into me mercilessly. The bedframe cracked louder. A picture frame on the wall fell and smashed.
“Drink me,” I gasped, riding him faster, grinding my clit against him with every slam. “Take it all while you fuck me raw.”
Rayne pulled his mouth free, lips smeared red, eyes wild. “You’re mine now. Forget everything else.” He flipped us again, pinning me beneath him. The mattress tore under us as he thrust harder—deep, punishing strokes that made the whole bed shake.
I scratched his back bloody, legs locked around him. “Harder. Break me. Make me scream your name.”
He did. Thrust after brutal thrust, the headboard banging loud enough to echo through the room. My breasts bounced with every impact. He grabbed one roughly, squeezing as he pounded into me, mouth latching onto the other again to suck more blood.
The ancient thing inside me pushed me higher, made every sensation sharper. I came first—hard, clenching around his cock, crying out as my body shook. Walls pulsed tight, milking him.
Rayne growled against my breast, fangs still buried. “Not done.” He kept fucking me through it, rougher, chasing his own release. The bed legs scraped across the floor, wood splintering.
Seconds later he slammed deep one last time, body locking up as he spilled inside me—hot, thick pulses that filled me completely. He bit down harder on my breast, drinking deep while he came, a low broken moan tearing from his throat.
We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, blood and sweat slick on our skin. The room was wrecked—shattered glass, cracked wood, sheets torn.
I smiled against his neck, licking a slow stripe over the bite I’d left.
“Memory refreshed?” I whispered.
Rayne lifted his head, eyes still glowing, cock still buried deep inside me. His voice came rough, possessive.
“Not even close.”
He pulled out only to flip me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up. “Again.”
His hand cracked down on my ass hard enough to sting. “This time I’m not holding back.”