His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 54

Like a beast starved for centuries, he mounted her through the night and ravaged her fragile body with no mercy. She gasped, screamed, pleaded, but he didn't relent; he continued to ruin her. His intensity was beyond her physical capacity. His bull strength rendered her vulnerable. She could do nothing but endure as he tossed her around on the ebb and flow of his desire.

She woke up to a sore body and a hurting soul. Every inch of her ached as if run over by a truck. She shifted, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through her core, making her whimper. The movement caused a wisp of cloudy white cum to slip out of her body. The sheet beneath her was sticky and wet with their mixed juices and blood, an embarrassing reminder of her ruination.

The sun poured in througswamh the window, bathing everything in golden light. They had slept in.

Her gaze drifted to his arm, still locked around her waist. Flashes of the night before stung her eyes, his fingers buried deep inside, exploring her most intimate part. A mix of anger and sorrow surged inside her chest. She looked up at his face. He was fast asleep, lost in the peace of his rest. Looking at him right now, no one could guess what a monster he was. She caught the bloody scratches strewn on his shoulders, a testament to her response to his deeds. He had somehow manipulated her body against her. She felt sensations that warped her sanity and threw her into a state of delirium. Guilt hadn't left her since then.

Looking away from him, she gazed up at the ceiling. What her life had become. Abandoned by family and caged by a freak.

A moment later, she felt him stirring beside her. His hold around her grew tight before she felt him moving closer. She closed her eyes as he kissed her bare shoulder, his hair tickling her face.

"Good Morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "You did so well last night. I can't get over it," he admitted, tracing playful kisses on her shoulder. She tried to recoil, only to get hit by another stab of pain between her legs, making her whimper out loud. He inched away and took in her face, which was contorted with discomfort.

"It still hurts?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He’d pushed her too far last night, fucked her harder than her body could handle. He should have stopped after their first time, but he just couldn't. It felt as if his cock had a mind of its own, fucking her over and over again.

Tears slipped from her gloomy eyes, giving him his answer.

His fingers moved downward, brushing over her aching center. She shivered, the touch felt too much for her overused pussy, intensifying her discomfort. She caught his arm, and a fresh set of tears flooded her eyes as she shook her head. He didn't stop. She bit down on her lip as he parted her lips and examined her still-wet hole. She couldn't help but moan, pain etched its way across her features. He retreated a moment later and noticed a mix of blood and cum coating his fingers. The blood was the evidence of his absolute claim on her. He was her first and last.

He had to reward her for her good behaviour.

Tossing aside the cover, he exposed her naked body to his eyes. He sat back, his gaze studying her body with a hint of satisfaction. From her hips, her arms, to her neck, his fingerprints marked every part of her. The sight felt so rewarding, so damn arousing.