The storm above crackles like the madness inside me, and for a moment there’s nothing but the collision of us and the unnatural chaos we make together.
Chapter
Eight
Lucian
Oh fuck. She’s fucking tight, squeezing my dick hard. I pump into her, holding her down, making her skitter on the grass and dirt. The only thing holding her is my hands as I slam into her over and over again. Harder and harder, pushing every limit, losing all of my control, myself, in this woman.
Elliot is climaxing around me, making it almost impossible to hold back my own orgasm.
The way her eyes shine and blood covers her skin is the hottest fucking thing.
Her pussy is narrow, stretching to accommodate my brutal invasion as the thunder above cracks and booms. The heavens open, rain beating down on us, and I fall over her as the dirt turns to mud, still thrusting, one hand on her hip as I grab at the ground with the other.
It’s not enough. I need more. I want her to know who I am to her, who she is to me, and how she’ll never fucking be free. Now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.
Seeing Santiago with her—too close, with his fingers brushing where they had no right to be—burned my last remnants of restraint to ash. I know why he did it. He dragged her into the open, surrounded by humans, counting on my own rules to hold me back. Santiago always calculates, and if it were with anyone else, it might have worked.
But not with Elliot.
She’s mine.
I pound into her. Her blood’s still in my mouth, glorious in the added sweetness her change had brought. It’s like an aphrodisiac, spurring me on, making me harder, thicker, more hungry for her than ever before.
She hates me. It beats in every hard thrust. But right now, I fucking hate her, too. As much as I love her.
It’s as though Monty reaches into me and unleashes the dormant creature within, the thing that sleeps beneath my surface. The part I’ve kept locked away for decades.
With her, we could rule the world if we wanted. My queen of ruin by my side.
The fantasy is so achingly delicious.
We’re soaked to the bone as I keep fucking her, keep her on that edge of too much. It’s there in every groan and moan from her, in every whisperedfuckandmore.
She shatters around me again, and this time I can’t stop my own orgasm. My balls rise, the power consuming me as my cock twitches and I empty inside her.
Once the tremors recede, I pull out and bend down to kiss her, deep and carnal.
She kisses me back, a wild animal, a creature who both despises and desires me with feral levels of intensity. Then I stand and pull her up to her feet. Her dress is ripped completely in two, and the small cuts from her fall in the bush have already healed into faint pink specks on otherwise pristine pale skin.
As I put my dick away and try to fix my suit as best I can, I consider making her walk out of the park naked.
But…
I shrug off my jacket and toss it at her. She put it on without a fuss.
The rain pours down, making my hair stick to the sides of my face. My jaw where Elliot socked me is still a little tender, but it’s better already. It surprised me more than anything.
“So, you and Santiago share a master?” Elliot asks as she pulls the jacket tighter around her. She appears smaller in it, more like the human version of herself, and it make me smile.
“Yes,” I reply. “But that’s a story for another day.”
“I want the truth, Lucian. No more bent truths.”
I nod then pull her to me so that I can brush her lips tenderly with mine. “Do you still hate me for what I’ve done?”
I mean changing her into a vampire, of course. Not the sex.
