After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 179

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But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of making love to me. He was just a human, a plaything, a means to an end. I was going to use him, to drain him of his life force, to satisfy the hunger that gnawed at me, the emptiness that threatened to consume me.

I broke the kiss, my eyes locked on his. “Do you want to fuck me, James?” I asked, my voice a soft, seductive whisper. “Do you want to bury yourself inside me, to feel my body wrapped around

yours?”

“Yes,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, his arousal evident against my

thigh.

I laughed, a low, sensual sound. “Then you shall have your wish.”

I pushed him back, my body moving with the grace and power of a predator.

I pressed him against the wall, my body a delicious weight against his. “I’m going to take you,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice a low, seductive growl. “I’m going to make you beg for mercy.”

I kissed him, my lips moving against his, my tongue seeking entry. He opened his mouth, welcoming the kiss, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, his arousal evident. I moaned against his lips, a low, needy sound.

I felt the sharp sting of his teeth as he bit down on my lower lip, a small, involuntary action that made me laugh. I moved to his neck, feeling the pumping of his blood on my tongue, the salty tang of his skin, the warm, pulsing rhythm of his heart.

I sunk my fangs into his flesh, a slow, sensual bite, the hot flow of his blood filling my mouth. He groaned, a low, animalistic sound, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer. I could feel his arousal growing, his body responding to the bite, the rush of pleasure that came with it.

I pulled back, my lips stained with his blood, my eyes hooded with desire.

“Fuck me, James,” I whispered, my voice a low, sensual plea. “Fuck me hard and fast and don’t hold

back.”

He responded, his hands moving to my ass, lifting me up, pressing my back against the wall. His body was hard and powerful against mine, his arousal pressing against my thigh, a delicious, throbbing heat.

He pushed himself into me, a single, fluid motion that made me gasp, a sound of pleasure and

pain.

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“Oh God,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist. “Yes,

fuck yes.”

He began to move, his pace fast and relentless, a primal rhythm that took my breath away.

I surrendered myself to the pleasure, my body responding to his, a perfect, harmonious union. We moved as one, our bodies entwined, our pleasure mingling in the air, a heady, intoxicating scent.

“Oh God,” I breathed, my voice a low, needy moan. “Oh fuck, I’m close.”

He buried himself deeper, a primal, desperate need to claim, to own.

And just as I was about to reach my peak, he suddenly slumped on me, blood gushing out. A scream ripped out of my lips as his head fell on the bed, his neck a mess of torn flesh.

I quickly pushed him off of me, the bed already red with his blood.

I looked up to find my mother, a look of pure disgust on her face. She had ripped his head off in a

blink. She was that fast.

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