Blood and Bytes (Revna x Delryth)

[Delryth]

Bella seemed intent on matching Derrick and added further fuel to the fire to stoke his furnace, to make him want her even more. It worked, not that he’d tell her but he knew that he needed to fuck her despite all of his better senses telling him it was a mistake. She’d consume his quiet thoughts after this if he didn’t get the release he needed from her. How the fuck could she come in so all-consuming like a wildfire from seemingly out of nowhere? He hated it. He hated her. But he needed her.


When Bella started to tease him he tightened his grip on her throat to try and cut her words off for just a second to show his protest at the remark. She was deliberately trying to get him further worked up, he wanted more but what he was doing to her was enough for now to sate him though he desired friction between his thighs. She was getting closer at least to giving him what he craved though the process was agonisingly slow. He knew it was intentional and she was trying to get a reaction out of him, one he knew that he was giving her.


His hand went to her sternum and he began to run coarse hands that were callused from his time in the gym. He pushed his hand up over the skin in a forceful claiming potion and dug underneath her training bra. The back of his wrist caused it to be lifted up from concealing her modesty a fraction while he engulfed her breast. He gave it a heavy kneading squeeze and his thumb explored to find the tiny nub there that felt as though it were waiting for him. He flicked his thumb over it twice before giving it a sharp tugging pinch. Immediately afterwards he began to swirl the digit around her nipple in a slowly expanding spiral before beginning to contract again and in smaller tighter movements.


He started to work along her jawline with more of the tender smooches he’d been conditioning her neck with up until that point. That was when she tugged down his pants and almost gave his manhood freedom. It wasn’t much longer before she finally grasped at the silhouette of his cock and he growled out loud at the immediate relief it gave him and the sensations that tore through his body. “Fuck” he muttered and shifted closer to push up against her.

 

[Revna]

Bella barely bit back the moan as Derrick's hand tightened on her throat, cutting off her air for just a second, just enough to remind her exactly who she was dealing with. Heat pulsed through her, pooling low, spreading like wildfire beneath her skin. He was rough, impatient, demanding—just the way she liked it. Her breath hitched as his fingers dragged up her sternum, his palm rasping over her bare skin, claiming every inch he touched. He was so fucking warm, and when his hand finally found her breast, she swore she felt the heat sink straight into her bones. His touch was far from gentle—possessive, hungry. His thumb flicked over her nipple, sending sharp, electric pleasure through her, and then—fuck—he pinched. Hard enough to make her gasp, her lips parting around a breathless sound that barely escaped.

Her head tipped back on instinct, surrendering her throat as he kissed and nipped his way up her jawline, slow, torturous. Every press of his mouth burned, a slow sear branding her. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tuned to him, to the way he controlled her so effortlessly. She needed to level the playing field. Her fingers trembled as she finally yanked at his waistband, dragging his pants down just enough to free him. The moment her hand wrapped around him, Derrick's entire body shuddered. She felt the sharp, helpless twitch of him in her palm, the growl that rumbled in his chest—a raw, desperate sound that sent a wicked thrill through her.

Oh, he was gone.

She exhaled a shaky breath, her grip tightening, her fingers teasing, tormenting. The power in this moment, in making him unravel—it was intoxicating. She brushed her lips over his ear, her voice nothing but a sultry whisper. "That eager, huh?" Her fingers stroked slow, deliberate, dragging fire in their wake. Felt the way his muscles coiled, his body betraying him, his restraint fraying with every torturous second. God, she wanted to ruin him.

 

[Delryth]

Derrick’s manhood twitched and throbbed in her hand, the veins obvious against her skin as blood pulsed through them. He could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears as his body responded to her touch. He wouldn’t have been able to ignore how his body responded to her even if he’d tried, not completely. He played it down as best as he could but he felt his core coiling, he felt his balls tighten at the sensation of her hand slowly working down the length of him to jerk his shaft. He gasped and then let out a low sultry growl. A predator wanting to devour its meal.

Her words brought him back into the moment and he used his hand to turn her face back towards him. He glowered down at her for a second thinking all manner of crude, degrading and distasteful thoughts about the girl who was such a pain in his ass before stooping down to try and lock his lips with hers in a kiss, something he’d not planned on. Assuming she didn’t fight his advances his lips were eager, hungry and forceful. He’d trap her lower lip between his and nip at it before running his tongue along it.

His hips rolled as he tried to provide himself more friction and milk every drop of pleasure from her that he could. Fuck it felt good but he needed more, always more. He slid his right leg up the inside of his thigh until his knee pressed that deliciously lewd spot between her legs that he found himself thinking about. Slowly he slid his leg against her as their intimacy began to grow like a snowball rolling down a hill only getting faster and more intense as it did so.

 

[Revna]

Bella barely had a second to revel in the way he twitched in her hand before his growl ripped through the air—deep, guttural, like a predator pushed too far. It vibrated against her skin, sank into her bones, left her stomach clenched so tight she swore she could feel the heat pooling low, demanding release. Her breath hitched, but she refused to let it turn into a gasp. Refused. Because if he knew how much that sound affected her, how it sent molten shivers racing down her spine, she'd never hear the end of it.

Then his lips was on her, his mouth was hungry, brutal, claiming. She had half a mind to push him back, to remind him exactly who the fuck he was dealing with. But then his teeth caught her lip, the sting melting into the wet heat of his tongue, and fuck—she moaned before she could stop herself. As he pushed his thigh between her legs, hitting her core deliciously. A strangled sound left her throat before she could swallow it down. The sharp drag of his jeans against the thin fabric between her legs sent a jolt of pleasure crackling through her like a live wire, setting every nerve on fire.

The slow, purposeful drag that sent electricity sparking through her veins. Her fingers clenched around him in response, nails pressing in just enough to make her dominance known. If he wanted to push her, she'd push back. If he wanted to consume her, she'd burn him alive in the process. Her hips rolled on their own, greedy and seeking, grinding herself shamelessly against his thigh as heat licked up her spine. His mouth was still on hers, biting, punishing, devouring, but she gave as good as she got. Her teeth caught his lower lip, a sharp nip meant to remind him that he wasn't the only one with claws.

It was maddening—the way he teased, how he let her have just enough friction to stoke the fire burning between them but not nearly enough to satisfy. She hated him for it. She loved him for it which only made her hate him more. Her fingers flexed around his cock, her strokes growing lazier, more torturous, punishing him for the way he was driving her insane. She could feel him pulse against her palm, could hear the way his breath stuttered when she squeezed just right. Good.

She was losing herself in this. In him. And she wasn't sure if she wanted to claw her way out or drown in it completely. Her grip on him faltered, just for a second, but he used that second to push harder, to roll his hips into her hand, forcing her to feel every inch of him. He was pulsing, twitching, needy. Desperate. She swallowed hard, lips parting on a breath she barely controlled, her own pulse hammering in her ears. The game was on, and if he thought she was about to surrender first, he had another thing coming.

 

[Delryth]

Bella couldn’t hide her reactions as well as she thought she could and neither could Derrick. He picked up on all of her queues no matter how discreet they had seemed to be and he was certain that she was doing exactly the same with him. He devoured the taste of her lips, his senses being overwhelmed with the smell of sweat, the booze she’d drank just a few hours before and some oily mechanical fragrance. He ran a hand through her hair and it only got stronger and he found himself addicted to it.


The moan that he managed to swallow down made his cock twitch hard against her fingers and coaxed another shorter growl out of him that reverberated directly against her lips. It was unfair how much he wanted this, how much it had his mind going wild. Noticing more of those subtle tells she gave him from the thigh against him he put a little more effort into working his thigh against her nethers. He wanted to hear those little moans and to feel her grinding back against him as much as he was working his hips against her hand trying to milk every inch of pleasure he could out of her touch.


Derrick could feel her hand becoming slick with his precum which made it all the more easy to slide the length of his manhood between her digits which caused him to give out a deep guttural groan. He loved the battle of their lips, fighting back and forth to neither relinquish nor fully claim mastery over the other. Bites, kisses, and lips were trapped, and they were accompanied by wet sounds and heavy breathing. It was exhilarating, intoxicating.


His hand went towards her waist until he found the hem of her bottoms. He gave the belt another tug before fumbling with one hand to unfasten it. He popped the button immediately after and started to shove her clothing down and out of the way like a child eager to open their Christmas present. Once it was far enough down he replaced his knee back against her and felt the warmth radiating from her now that a layer had been removed from her. He finally tore his lips from hers and a strand of saliva connected them for a moment before it broke apart and fell to pool on her torso.


He shifted his position again and began to kiss back down her neck and then started to follow her breastbone down with the soft ministrations of desire down to her naval. If she hadn’t stopped him he placed a hand on each of her hips to hold her in place and began to kiss along her waistline and then started his descent on her left thigh. He kissed all the way to the inner side of her thigh and bit against it determined to leave a mark for the morning.

 

[Revna]

Bella had never been good at restraint—not when she wanted something, not when her body screamed for more. And right now, she wanted him. Wanted the fire, the desperation, the way his thigh pressed into her soaked core with just the right pressure, forcing pleasure to coil tighter and tighter inside her. Her fingers slicked over his cock, the heat of him burning against her palm, the way he twitched at every little moan she couldn't quite suppress. She felt powerful like this—knowing that every roll of her wrist, every squeeze of her fingers, made him just as desperate as she was. That groan—deep, broken, hungry—shot straight through her like a live current, igniting every nerve in its path.

And then his hands were on her belt, fumbling, ripping at the fastenings like he was seconds from losing all control. Her breath hitched as he shoved her clothing out of the way, exposing her to the open air, and when his knee pressed back into her damp panties, she shattered. A sharp gasp tore from her throat, and her hips bucked against him of their own accord, greedy for the friction, the pressure, him. His lips left hers, and she almost whined at the loss, but the sight of him—breathless, wrecked, pupils blown wide with hunger—sent another wave of molten heat crashing through her. And fuck, the way he looked at her, like he wanted to ruin her and worship her in the same breath—it nearly unmade her right then and there.

And then he started his descent.

Her breath stuttered, hands twitching where they still held onto him as he kissed his way down, down, past her navel, lower. Her thighs trembled, and she spread them wider, invitation, challenge, need flooding through every part of her. But when his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, she jerked, a strangled, wrecked sound escaping her lips.

"Fuck," she hissed, her fingers diving into his hair, gripping tight. Bella's grip in his hair, not to pull him closer—to yank him back. A sharp tug, a demand, a warning. Her thigh still burned where his teeth had sunk in, a dark promise left behind in soft bruises yet to bloom, but she didn't let herself melt into it. No. Fuck that.

"You think you get to play with your food, Derrick?" Her voice was wrecked, breathless, but still laced with venom, with challenge. She didn't give him the chance to answer.

With a forceful shove, she twisted, knocking him back just enough to roll him onto his spine. It wasn't graceful, wasn't clean, and she winced a little in pain from her side but she didn't care. Because in the next second, she was on him, straddling his hips, pinning him down with the full weight of her body. Her soaked core dragged over his cock, the friction sending another shockwave of heat through her, but she gritted her teeth against the urge to shudder. Because she was in control now. She was going to make him fucking suffer.

Leaning in, she ghosted her lips over his, not kissing, just hovering. Letting him feel her breath. Letting him ache for it. "You're greedy," she murmured, rolling her hips down, dragging him right against her, not giving in. "Impatient." Her tongue flicked out, barely tasting his lower lip before she pulled away again, smirking as she suddenly, she sank her teeth into his neck—hard, claiming him the same way he had claimed her thigh. A wicked, violent sort of satisfaction curled through her when she felt his body beneath her, when she heard that any noise coming from him. She bit harder, sucking just enough to make sure he'd wear her mark, just enough to feel him pulse against her, thick and slick where he pressed into her heat.

Then she licked over the sting, as if soothing it, as if she hadn't just branded him temporarily. "You wanted to taste me?" she breathed against his skin, grinding against him, feeling how wrecked he already was. "Beg for it."