And I love her for it. For her fight.
“Your Majesty,” she drawls in mocking, even as the warmth of her clenches so tightly around me, I think I’ll die with the pleasure of it.
Instead, I withdraw, long enough to spin her around and haul her up against the glass. I slide back into her at the same time I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat. I’m rewarded by a keening moan as she writhes on my cock, her eyes rolling back as I slowly restrict her air. As I fuck her against the stained glass.
“Say it, Willa,” I command, taking in every sound, every small expression. Memorizing the beauty of it all, the feel of it.
She’s abandoned any attempt to hold herself up, clinging to me as I move into her, her tits bouncing with each hard thrust. Moaning and wild, she rolls her hips, digs her heels into my ass, pulling me further into her, clawing her way closer.
“Corpsey,” she manages breathlessly, a small smile tugging at her mouth. I’d laugh if I were capable, but the only sound I manage is a savage snarl. I squeeze her throat harder, sweeping my mouth over hers. Our tongues clash, the sweet taste of her earlier climax mingling between us.
Her pulse flutters against my palm. “My name, Darling.”
Willa laughs wildly, even as I slow my thrusts, giving her only enough to soothe the jagged edge of her ache.
“Carrion King.”
Her eyes glint in delight, as she raises her chin to fully bare her throat to me. The gesture settles in my chest like an explosion as I tighten my grip.
“You’ll say my name, Willa, even if it’s with your last breath,” I tell her, leaning into her with my entire weight. Pressing her against the cold glass plane, every part of me sinking into every part of her.
Her mouth parts with a breathy moan, and her lashes flutter as I work my fingers more furiously. She clenches around me, and I nearly lose it at how tight she is, the pure decadence of being buried inside her.
“Niko,”she moans, writhing against me, meeting me stroke for stroke. Chasing her pain and her pleasure.
My name is a wanton song, a fuckingprayer,in her mouth. I wrap my arms around her, gripping her to me, keeping our rhythm as I carry her from the window and lay her gently on the floor. Her hair spreads across the marble like a golden halo, and as I sink into her, the wave of emotions—the warmth, the humility, the awe—spill from me entirely, a deluge of feeling.
“I thought you wanted the entire kingdom to watch you take me,” she says breathlessly, her fingers caressing over my spine and digging into my ass.
“I told you…your pleasure is mine,” I growl, leaning down to swirl my tongue over the taut tip of her breast.
“Yes,” she agrees, her lush body squirming beneath me.
Pleasure ratchets behind my spine, pulling tight, as I gaze down at Willa. She was beautiful when she was cold as steel, but now—she’s ethereal. Her hair is a mess, her lips swollen and red. Every inch of her tanned skin is flushed and sweaty. Satisfaction threads through me as I take in what I’ve done to her, the mark I’ve left behind.
The sight of it is enough to slice through the remaining tendril of my control.
And for the first time I can remember, I don’t try to keep hold. I give myself over to pleasure rather the pain, give myself entirely to Willa. Because she is the one person Idon’thave to be controlled around.
The thought sparks inside me, an explosion of pure indulgence that shakes me down to the bone. That reshapes me at the core.
With Willa, there is no need to be gentle. No need to be light.
She only needs me as I am. Selfish, dark.Death.
And as she meets the obsidian depths of my gaze, I feel the truth of it. There is no hesitation in her face, only pure acceptance and wild need.
So I unmask.
I let go of my death, of the barrier I’ve always tried to hold between myself and my magic. My consciousness flows into the ribbons at the same time death floods my veins, and I want to fucking sob at the relief of it all. I drive into Willa with newfound fervor, and with each thrust, my power rises to my skin like she’s called it there.
The euphoria scrambles every thought butus:her skin, my power. Her fire, my drive. It all mingles together so furiously, I think I’ll combust with the sheer fullness of it. It presses at my skin, sinks into my bones, as my death comes undone, untethered, and spears into the air. The ribbons careen through one of the giant window panes, shattering the glass. But Willa’s power is there in perfect answer. She freezes the world around us, the raining glass slowing to a stop in the air, a physical manifestation of the way Willa has shattered me.
And through everything, Willa anchors me to it all—the pleasure, the pain.Sheis the tether I’ve always needed. Her eyes never leave mine as we move together, as I drive inside her, deeper and deeper.
“Everything, Niko,” she breathes, the words electric beneath my skin. “Give me everything.”
I give her exactly what she asks for, threading a ribbon around her throat; binding another around her hands. She cries out, clenching around me as the pleasure and the pain, the relief of my power and the agony of it, mingle together over her skin. As her power of creation rises in answer.
