“I’m your Chaos Angel, blonde halo sharpened to a blade; my kiss is the ritual that binds your devotion and bleeds your fear.”
In the crimson glow of the blood moon, I saunter to my captive, his pleading eyes locked on mine. My once-purple hair now shines platinum, tattoos glinting across my pale skin like a wicked altarpiece. Dark eyes, black as sin, promise chaos and carnage as I approach the helpless morsel.
With a cruel smirk, I grasp his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You should have stayed away from my domain, little plaything.” My lips brush his in a kiss that’s as much a claim of dominance as it is a prelude to the torment to come.
I relish the desperate whimpers that escape him as I drag my teeth down his neck, painting his skin with streaks of crimson. The ritual of claiming is almost complete. All that remains is the final act of submission.
I yank his head back, baring his throat to my hungry gaze. “Open wide, whore. Let my Chaos Angel ride you hard and put you away wet.” With a feral growl, I impale myself on his shaft, savoring the way his cries of anguish mingle with moans of pleasure.
As I ride him with ruthless abandon, I sink my fangs into his shoulder, tasting the salt of his terror and the copper of his lifeblood. The world dissolves into a haze of pain and pleasure, sin and satisfaction.
Finally, I collapse against him, panting heavily. “Now you wear my mark—and my mercy will never come.” With a twisted chuckle, I twist my tongue around the puncture wound, swallowing every last drop of his surrender.