But his tail slides between us, finding the no-longer-secret nub just above where he’s still lodged inside me.
I thought it was over.
But a long moan falls out of me as the tip of his tail starts circling that over-sensitized spot.
In seconds, a new orgasm begins to rise.
But this time, there’s no hiding my face in his shoulder. His taloned hand snakes around my throat and tilts my chin up so that I’m forced to meet his gaze.
“Look at me,” he commands, voice rough. His hand tightens slightly. “I will watch as you fall apart under my claim.”
I can only imagine what I look like—panting, wrecked, my face contorting as I try to handle the even larger orgasm building inside me.
The shadows were intense. But this?
This is worse.
His length presses against the deeper spot hidden in my inner walls, and his tail works my clit with twice the skill, ten times the pressure.
“Veyrion,” I gasp under his grip. “Veyrion!”
“Yes. Say the name of your conqueror.”
His black tongue flicks out to lick his lips. It’s pointed and round at the tip, like his tail. “Let me relish this victory.”
I don’t know whether I hate him or fear him.
But one thing is certain…
I can’t deny him.
I come again with a helpless cry.
My body doesn’t care about my pride.
Or the triumphant glow in his eyes.
The orgasm rips through me, flooding him with my release.
“Look at you, princess,” he murmurs, low and taunting. “Soaking my tail. Making it easy for it to get the access it’s been coveting ever since you mockingly stripped naked for me last night.”
Was that only yesterday?
It feels like solars since he came into this chamber to deliver my original punishment.
But then a second, much more urgent question punches through the haze.
What access has his tail been coveting?
As if in answer to my question, the shadows return without warning. To pull my back cheeks apart.
And before I can ask, his taloned hand yanks me forward, crashing my mouth into his. His lips devour me, tongue clashingwith mine in a savage, soul-destroying kiss that tastes of obsidian and iron.
And then he finds my back hole while another shadow starts its whisper-rubbing over my clit.
He’s taken everything from me: My freedom. My real identity. My pride. My virginity.
Some small part of me wants to fight this final claiming—at the very least, let out a squeal of protest.
