Quietly, she rests, furled in a ball, book in hand. The delicate sheath of her white cotton nightdress covers her soft skin. The cramps have eased now; she’s comfortable and calm.

Stepping into the room, his despotic presence shifts the mood, instantly. The smell of primal hunger swirls through the air. His eyes burn with searing ferocity.

She closes the book softly and places it on the night stand. Emerald eyes meet his. Her lips momentarily betray her composure as she suppresses her sly smile. He saw her silent challenge. He always sees.

He strides towards her, imposingly looming above. Roughly, he pushes her knees apart. Her pure nightdress rises, revealing black cotton panties shrouding her smooth mound. A contrast of light and dark. Like her.

His hands reach over the fabric, clawing it from her soft skin; the sound of material ripping echoes through the air. Her intimate realm revealed, the tattered threads leave her bare and exposed.

Softly plugged with cotton, his fingertips grip the dangling string, pulling her tampon out in one sharp tug. A droplet of blood falls on the pristine white cotton. It seeps. It spreads. Their eyes meet, glinting primally as the colour blots, a stain on the crisp, clean material.

She inhales, causing her chest to rise; her breasts push against the translucent cloth shrouding them. Shadows of pink nipples barely visible, the outline of their arousal straining supplicantly for his touch.

One strong hand grips her throat; the other unbuttons his jeans, his dick released from its constraints. Glistening droplets of pre-cum drip from him, silent signs of his hunger, his need, his desire - for her. Always her.

His grip tightens; he slides inside her with a long, deliberate, slow move. Deep inside her, filling her, she gasps as he slides against her walls. Her neck extends, and her eyes flutter as they roll back into her head.

He fixes his stare on her. Watching her, his obsession and adoration bore into her soul without a word spoken. Her eyes open, and she meets his gaze. She needs this. He needs this. They need this.

His strokes start to build in a rhythmic flow. Each thrust hard and deep, she meets each one with soft whimpers from her core. Her sounds penetrate his senses, driving his hunger, fuelling his ferality.

Trickles of pink drip between her thighs. Her sanguine secretions mixed with her carnal cream seep over his cock. Crimson tears weeping over his voracious violation.

His eyes bore into her with a hellacious hunger. His breaths deepen with each domineering drive. His hand tightens with each masterful move. His body claims her with each ruinous thrust.

She’s drifting now, like a feather floating in the breeze. She’s shifting now, like a shooting star into space. She’s shattering now, like porcelain breaking into tiny shards. Her mind is clearing now, like clouds burnt away by scorching sun. She’s free now, like an eagle soaring through the clouds.

His bloodthirsty eyes fixate on her. His obsession with her wanton voracity consumes his soul. She unravels under his claim, her feral growls claw through his cloak of control. His dick erupts inside her as she spasms against him. His warm cum coagulating with her metallic menses.

His weight rests on her, still and silent they lay, conjoined, bonded in blood. He rises and withdraws slowly. Eyes fixed on her, his finger pushes inside her. He twists and withdraws before raising to her sternum.

Over her heart, in bloodlust scribe, he signs his claim, declares his adoration; MINE.