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neither of them really knew how this happened. itâd been a few weeks since they had gotten married, cossiel feeling more comfortable with her new husband. at least alastor wasnât drunkenly slapping her with his rings affixed to each and every one of his fingers.
cossiel was nervous around alastor, she knew he wouldnât hurt her, but there was a shred of doubt in her mind. when he turned the corner, she shuddered, when his shoulder brushed hers in the hallway, she trembled. even when their gazes would land on one another, sheâd look the other way. her body anticipated his wrath, but it never came.
today was different, she couldnât have prepared herself for this. he just came home, she was making dinner, keyword making, then suddenly they were in their bedroom.
cossiel had questioned his abruptness but he gave no answer, kissing her passionately as they traversed upstairs to their room. cossiel patting around the doorframe to find the knob, gently turning it and opening the doorâtheir bodies pushing forward, steps carefully inching towards their bed. cossiel falling backwardsâher curly locks all frizzledâsticking to her forehead from the sweat shared between them.
there he stood, impatiently taking off his bow tie, his velvet vest, tossing all his garments asideâcossiel was so confused. she stared up at their ceiling, she heard the clacking of shoes being removedâremoved in a hurry, grunting in the process.
cossiel felt her body recede into itself,
she felt so small. so helpless. was this arousal? or was this fear? a mixture of both she presumed.
fixing her hair, she sat upâstaring down at her lap. her fingers overlapping one another.
âalastorââ she spoke quietly, her cheeks painted a bright red. âhoney is somethingââ
he only responded by pushing her back down on bed, now only dressed in his boxers and garters. as his lips smashed against hers, knee rising towards her inner thighsâtaking off her clothes like a wild animal. cossiel had never experienced such raw passion before, she didnât mind it.
one thing lead to another, alastor had pinned her down on their plush bed, she coiled her legs around his waistâa constant thumping sound emitted from their wooden bed-frame slamming against their rose patterned wallpaper.
cossiel whimpered and whined, not exactly moaning, she wasnât told to be vocalânor has she ever experience true pleasure before. her right hand cradling his scalp, the left, her trimmed fingernails digging into his back.
his mouth was locked on her neck, her collarbone, her milky pale skinâredness immediately blooming beneath her flesh once he touched her.
the rush. the rush he felt knowing how sensitive, how delicate she is. god, it got him going. his rhythm got more erratic, pounding himself into herâcossielâs grip on him tightenedâhe saw how red she was. something primal awakened in him, something dangerousâhe flashed his teeth.
his canines digging into her skin, hard enough for it to bruiseâhis jaw locked, he kept biting downâfeeling her flesh break openâa puddle of blood forming over the wound, trickling down to her breasts.
he pursed his lips against the wound, sucking it, her blood. like a god damn animalâit tasted toâŚsucculentâheâd never tasted anything sweeterâas he lapped up her blood. alastor was so caught up in his own pleasure, his own sick sense of pleasure, he hadnât heard cossiel begging and pleading for him to stop.
he lazily fixated on her terrified faceâshe couldnât fight backâshe wouldnât fight back. she was scared of him. true fear. somehow, that snapped him back to realityâhe scooted off of herâhis dick admittedly still rock hardâseeing cossiel cower in fear. receding into herself once more.
still bleeding, he couldnât muster up the strength to say he was sorry, it was a big bite too. he saw how big it was. it was like he left a dental impression on her neck.
cossiel huffed and puffed, shaking her headâgrinning. ânono, nono. iâm sorry. iâm so sorry. i shouldnât have yelledâi shouldnâtââ she got up, naked, exposed, hurt. stumbling to their bathroom, she saw the wound.
âitâs okayâitâs okay. i-iâve dealt with worseââ alastor provided no comfort, he still sat on their bed, wiping the blood on his lipâit stained his fingertips, he licked it. it still tasted so good. it was intoxicating, dare he say even better than his whiskey.
cossiel stood in front of the mirror, applying some bandages around the bite mark. he went after her like an animal. it made her shudder, tremble, quiver. the way he looked at her, the way his lustful gaze pierced into her soul. as if he was possessed by something, he had never looked at her like that.
maybe she did have a reason to be scared of him, maybe he was just like gregory. maybe she should just stop crying and continue smiling.
âhe did it because he loves me, yes. yes. he loves me he does. he was just showing his love for me, is all. he loves me.â
as she was breaking down in their bathroom, alastor had laid on his backâsniffing the crimson from their sheetsâgripping and stroking his shaftâit just smelt so good.
he had came like 3 times but nothing could beat this scent. he might have to dispose of these sheets, but save this for later. like a man jerking off to a ladies panties, but instead of pantiesâit was his wives blood stained pillow case.
cossiel peeked through the crack in the door, she couldnât help but smile.
she was making her husband happy, and thatâs all she wanted, right? as long as heâs happy, sheâs happy. it was happiness, right? thatâs what she was feeling. happiness. or fear.
once again, she couldnât put her finger on it.
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