My hand curls around his cock, which is piping hot to the touch. He hisses and pushes forward, pressing that dripping beast against my belly, spilling himself and smearing against my clothes.
I lift my tunic to give him access to my curves, the soft swell of my belly, the hard muscles underneath, and my heavy tits in his face. His body shimmies between my weighty thighs like he’s always meant to be there.
I hurry to lower my pants, before his huge dick can sizzle through the damned fabric, and run my hand along that wide, bulbous ridge at the tip of him. Kicking my pants out wide, into the darkness, I hop, jiggling in a way that makes his eyes bounce with my movement, and I settle myself on the edge of the bench.
My legs part, thick thighs widened on either side, and I reach down to present my sopping-wet cunt to him. I pry my slick lips apart with my fingers so he can see the pink at the center of me. His prize for this months-long torment I’ve put him through.
Before I can say anything witty or inviting, Skartovius bares his bloody fangs, lets out a growl, and rockets toward me cock-first. He plunges inside,deep, and wastes no time to send his length as deep inside me as it’ll go.
That maiden voyage of a thrust rocks my body, my spine connecting with the walled end of the cave. I moan loudly, unable to stop myself from all the sensations overwhelming me at once—my blood-loss, my heartbreak, my fear, my love, culminating in a blissful, blessed orgasm that makes my breath stutter and my heart flutter.
My eyes roll back and I stare up at the crude ceiling. My hands land on his arms for purchase. Shadows flicker across his face from the torch resting to our side.
He leans forward and kisses me hard while thrusting deep. I close my legs and wrap them around his hips, his taut ass. Skar’s massive cock breaks my mind, and I start panting and heaving as he rails me, bouncing my flesh in the darkness.
His hands grip and roam over my folds, my curves, my skin. Every touch is a new experience, a new sensation like I’ve never felt before. He cups the base of my swollen, bouncing tits, flicks my peaked nipples with his tongue, and lights me on fire with the incessant bucking of his hips.
No words are spoken. No words are needed. Only movement and the thrill of our coupling after so long apart.
It never needed to be this way. It never needed to get tothisfor us to remind each other why we’re together. Why we care about one another andneedeach other. Like this, we are perfect. We are whole.
Skartovius holds the back of my neck. With his freehand, he grabs a handful of my ass. Then he steps back from the bench and brings me with him—the impossible strength of the nobleblood on full display as he carries me and my substantial weight one-handed off the ledge.
My feet kick, off the ground, smacking against his ass. The ledge I was lifted off was proverbial, because now I’m falling off another one, into another heady climax that sends stars shooting through my body. I tighten my grip on him, making the vampire grunt as he tries to force his cock ever deeper, until it feels like he’s about to push into my womb.
It’s pain and pleasure mixed in the perfect way. I can’t stop moaning, can’t stop whimpering as he controls me.
Then something warm coils against my asshole and I gasp. He’s holding me with one hand, so what—
Another tendril of shadow wraps around my thigh, just as the first one pushes into my back hole, and the second one joins his cock inside my pussy and reaches angles and parts of me I didn’t know were reachable.
This time, I don’t moan. Iscream.“Fuck! Skar! Oh Truehearts fucking help meee!”
Like he’s told me before, the Truehearts won’t help me. No one can. I’m lost to this man’s touch, his bloodline ability thatIawoke in him.
Now I’m getting to feel the fruits of that awakening.
With a great heave and trembling of my muscles, juices squirt out of me from the sudden intrusion of his shadow threads, pulling at every piece of me like I’m a marionette and he’s the puppetmaster.
My fluids splash on his abdomen and chest, even as he continues fucking me through the earth-shattering orgasm. My own shadows attack me, emerging from the walls cast by the torchlight, circling around my wrists and ankles. Keeping me bound and lifted in the air. Freeing Skar’s hands so he can flick and slap and rub my engorged clit while his wicked minions do his handiwork.
When I start to scream again, a final shadow plugs my mouth, the black tentacle stuffing my maw and making mechoke and gag and shut up. Tears run from my eyes as I jiggle incessantly and lose my mind to the pleasure. I can’t stop coming, my body can’t stop twitching and shaking, and Skartovius knows that. He utilizes it, smiling wickedly.
“You’ll never not be mine again, little temptress. I hope you understand that.”
Well, I could answer him in the affirmative if he hadn’tlodged a fucking shadow tentacle down my throat!
With my eyes blurring, all I can do is nod and watch as he defiles and ruins me. His cock continues slamming home inside me, joined by the ribbed texture of the shadow tendrils, which invade my every hole and keep me transfixed and fully spread akimbo in the air, like a toy for this nobleblood’s amusement.
We’re back. It’s official. Skar has put his stamp on me, reclaiming me for all time.
And I know nothing will ever be the same between me and my wicked mate.
Chapter 35
Lukain
I barge into the wing of the Firehold belonging to the ragtag band of zealous ladies called the Chained Sisters. My urgency and need is quickly humbled by what I see.
