Something about having to remain silent during sex just seems to make it dangerous and more ellicit. Carol has opened a door to a side of Daryl she may not be prepared for. Then again, it may be just what she needs too. The hunter has been away from the wild too long. Time to get feral...

Something in Daryl's head had just snapped. He heard it as clearly as a rain soaked branch breaking in a thunderstorm. The stress of the last twenty four hours, having to remain quiet, and the fact his woman had been waiting for him fucking naked and ready had nearly pushed him over the edge. And then she had put her mouth on him, around him, hot and wet and more than willing. At first he had tried to hold on, to slow it down, and then he had felt her cool hand, softer than soft, slide over his goddamn nuts, and pull, not painfully but a sweet pressure that had him tasting blood. He had bit through the skin on his own lip and not even felt it. If he didn't stop it, stop her this was going to end too soon. And he had too many images of bad, dirty, FUCKIN INCREDIBLE THINGS he had to do with her, TO her for this to end now. It took every bit of willpower he had left that hadn't already drained down into his dick to pull her up to his face and convince her to stop.

But first he was going to have to get some room, this tiny bunk bunk wasn't going to let him do shit. Daryl slid out from under a wide eyed Carol, turning her onto her back, and pushed her down into the mattress, finger pointed at her chest. Don't move! She nodded. He silently slid from the bunk, stood, and pulled the sheet covered mattress from the top bunk in one movement, careful to let only the swish of nylon sliding over the metal rails enter the air. He eased it down onto the floor without a sound and pulled Carol onto it, situating himself halfway over her, his leg firmly between hers.

The kiss couldn't really be called a kiss, more him attacking her mouth with his. For the first second she didn't respond in kind but he ground his thigh into her wetness and the hand he wasn't supporting himself with found her breast. He rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger roughly and she exploded to life beneath him. One of her hands wound itself into his hair and pushed him into her harder. The other clutched at his back, he could feel her nails prick the skin of one of his scars. Yeah, that's it, woman. Mark me over, make me over again.

THE FUCK?! He pulled back, his tongue going to the throbbing corner of his own mouth. Did she just BITE ME? The unashamed lusty look on her face gave him his answer. He dove into the side of her neck with a snarl. Good girl, he thought. But payback's a bitch, darlin'.

He made his way from her jaw, licking and then sucking her skin between his teeth. He had no thought for the reprocussions of his actions, the purple crescents that would be evident to others in the daylight. Only the base animalistic need to mark what was his controlled him. She GAVE herself to me in that tower. But I'm the one thats fuckin owned.

Carol writhed and bucked beneath him, trying to grind her core into his hip. Daryl slid his hand from her breast and down her stomach. Her thighs were already spread and thrust up to meet his hand as his fingers found their home. There was no exploring or teasing. Time for that was over, he only wanted her to come under him, fast and HARD.

He ducked his head to the breast he had abandoned,sucked the nipple and scraped his teeth over it. Carol made a single soft keening noise in her throat and he shifted his body enough to move his weight to his left elbow next to her head and hovered his hand over her jaw, ready. With his right, he pulled back the hood that protected her treasure from too much sensation with his index finger. He only had to flick once, twice, three times with his middle one before she arched violently and sucked in a lungful of air. Quick as a rattlesnake, Daryl snapped his left hand over her mouth and pressed his forehead to hers. He kept his eyes locked to her own, drowning in the franticness of her blue the whole time. He rode out her orgasm with her, one hand working between her legs and the other stifling her screams.

Only when he was sure he had pushed her limits of pleasure, and then a little more did he remove his hands and let her settle, jerking and weak beneath him. He took his wet slick fingers and put them in his own mouth. Licking her off them, he groaned at the taste as she watched.

Daryl didn't feel like Daryl anymore, or the hunter either. He was an animal. He was an Alpha wolf about to claim his bitch, or maybe a buck preparing to mount his doe. And there was only one way he knew those animals did that.

With a hand on one of Carol's hips he flipped her over onto her stomach. A strong arm under her pelvis pulled up and back and she was on her knees, chest pressing into the mattress. She pushed back eagerly against him. He grabbed her ass almost cruelly. Maybe he wasn't an animal. Maybe he was a demon like the ones that warred across his back in ink. And she was his angel, the only thing that stood between his sanity and the hell they lived in now.

Oh, HELL YES! Daryl reached back behind him and snagged his vest that hung on the end of the bunk. He held it in one hand and used the other to pull her up onto her knees. She didn't hesitate or question as he slipped it on her arms and onto her shoulders. Like she can read my fuckin mind.

He licked and then nipped her neck a single time before pushing her back down to face the floor. He kneed her legs farther apart and then dropped his hand to his cock to guide it to her. His eyes never left his wings now on her back as he entered her hard. No teeth grinding, no distractions to hold off, no hesitation. He pounded and she met him, bracing herself stroke for stroke. He was close to the edge when he registered her hand slipping between her legs. Too late, I'm almost gone.

But his angel was sliding her hand past her own body to grasp his already tightening sac as it moved against her. She rolled it once and he was undone. He pounded into her erraticly and dug into the flesh of her hips so hard that she would find purpling finger marks the next day as a reminder and blush at the memory.

White hot lights flashed behind his eyelids and he thrust a final time. A single word slipped out in a strangled growl.

"Mine..."

Somehow, a demon had found passage into paradise.

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