“Maven,” I whisper against her entrance, rubbing my face there to coat myself in the proof of her arousal.
She groans and pushes me back down, kissing me just as ravenously as I kiss her in return. The taste of her mixing on our lips is a heady addiction.
I want to be consumed by her. Utterly lost. There is nothing but Maven and me under the eerie dark sky streaked with green and purple as my mad obsession sinks deeper into my very bones, taking my thoughts and very breath until finally, I flip over, bringing her with me.
“Take me.” I bite her lips, dragging the pierced head of my aching cock through her wet, hungry cunt.
“Yes,” she groans, arching against me.
“All of me,” I demand. “Always.”
“Yes.”
I plunge into her, and we both gasp and moan at the feeling. Gods above, I would live buried in her perfection if I could.
I press deeper into her, setting the pace through the pure pleasure. She winds her arms around me, clutching me closer as I fuck my keeper harder, deeper in the dark midnight of this distant field.
Here, we are the only things in existence. Nothing fills this world but our ragged breathing, the way her body takes mine just the way the gods intended—and the way her eyes lock onto mine, capturing me as if she's gripping my black heart in her lovely hands.
She can fucking keep it, no matter what it does to me.
Obsession is fascinating, but it is also agony.
Aching need.
A dangerously endless craving for her that I know can never truly be satisfied.
“Crypt,” Maven whispers, gasping when the breathless sound of her voice sends me spiraling, and I pound harder into her. “Fuck—harder.Gods.”
She's close.
I'm closer. That will have to be fixed quickly.
I groan and slip one hand beneath her upper back, lifting so she arches her spine. Her perfect breasts are close enough that I can lick and nip at them, giving my gorgeous obsession the extra stimulus she needs.
The rougher I get, the more desperate she becomes for that release—and finally, she gets it, clenching tight around me as her entire body tenses and her breathing catches. Seeing her face and hearing the little sounds that escape as she comes undone pushes me over the edge.
Insanity takes hold as my cock spasms inside her tight wetness, and I lose track of what plane of existence we are in. Space and time cease—it's only us. I bury my face in Maven’s neck as I moan and shake with the end of my release.
We're both panting. Her hands smooth over my back as I try to come back to myself, and when I can't stop kissing her, she tries to block my lips.
"Let me catch my breath.”
“Let mebeyour breath,” I counter, capturing her lips again.
She laughs and pushes at me again playfully before murmuring, “We're in Limbo.”
Damn. I didn't mean to do that.
Still, when I look down and see my keeper’s dark hair drifting around her face as if we are underwater, those hauntingly beautiful eyes and the way her lips curl up in satisfaction…
Fuck me, she is some mythical creature I wholly belong to. What a divine fate it would be to lose myself in her.
"As irrevocably as I am yours, you are mine,” I warn her. “If you ever forget that, I'll be forced to do something drastically violent."
She grins, clearly liking that thought. "Gods forbid.”
"The gods hold no power over me anymore. Only you do."
