Pinned beneath him, her mind pushed to the edge of breaking, she could only sob as he explored her with slow, invasive cruelty—touching every inch. Marking every secret place Kore had ever cherished.
And all the while, her body throbbed.
Open.
Dripping…
…Ready.
CHAPTER 8
Cruel hands pinned her to unyielding stone, forcing an inelegant grunt to burp from Kore’s lips. Dazed, she squirmed. Slick and trembling. Arms laid out to either side, she was stretched. Exposed. Vulnerable to the deadly whisper of claws as they raked over her skin.
Gooseflesh erupted across her every exposed inch, and she gasped when he dragged the swollen folds of her pussy apart. Peeling her open. Wide enough that even the cold air was a violation.
It was deliberate.
A slow, methodical torment.
An…inspection.
Of everything that would soon belong to him.
She knew it.
Remembered just the way she’d been investigated in the slave market. Like chattel. Like she wasn’t a holy woman sworn to the very deity whose merciless heat had left her shoulders flaking and her lips chapped as the unwashed masses looked on.
But now?
With an inhuman weight pressing her to damp, slick stone?
Her shame burned hotter than anything else she’d ever known—hotter still when she felt the first glide of something blunt.
His… cock.
It was monstrous.
Slick with its own lubrication, she felt it slither between her folds. Snaking through all that was soaking and gooey with obscene ease.
Kore could only whimper, the tiny sound swallowed up by the rasp of scales on stone, heavy breaths, and theschlick-flapof gills clapping above her in the gloom.
Shifting, he collected both of her wrists in a sweep of one massive hand, then dragged her arms in front of her face. Stretching her out as if the flex of her protests meant nothing.
Knuckles rolled down her spine, then. Tumbling over vertebrae, her ribs, until his palm found an anchor on her lower back. Braced on one hand, keeping her wrists pinned, his muscles quivering with scarcely contained restraint, he balanced on one hand and tilted her hips up. Open.
Leaving no inch of her untouched.
That living weight curled back.
Seeking…
…entrance.
Breath catching, Kore thrashed. “No?—”
It burrowed.
Claws dimpled her hip.
