“Fuck, yes. More, Ezra. Give me more. Stretch me open. Don’t fucking stop.”
Christ, little lupine.
My breathing becomes ragged, and my moans are louder than they should be, but I don’t give one single shit. I’ll happily fill this little cunt to the fucking brim.
I push two fingers into her while another shadow slithers to her clit, making slow, careful circles.
Her hips meet the strokes of my fingers, which manifest vivid images of being balls-deep in this beautiful creature.
With a deep, primal groan, I work three fingers inside of Aurora, making her cry out.
Her perfect cunt flutters and clenches around my fingers.
She’s so fucking close to coming for me.
“Krisztusom, no… What the fuck are you doing to me?” I growl, curling my fingers deeper inside her just to feel the way she clenches.
So fucking greedy. So fucking perfect.
“You want to come so bad, don’t you? But not yet. I’m going to tighten my grip around that beautiful throat. Not to hurt you, just enough to remind you who owns your pleasure. Be good for me, little vixen. Take every inch of my fingers and don’t come until I say so.”
The shadows don’t wait for my command anymore. They move on their own now. Wrapping around her thighs. Sliding up her hips. Stroking across her skin like they’ve waited eons just to touch her.
I should care.
I should stop them.
But I fucking don’t.
The shadowy hand around her throat applies more pressure while the other tendril worships her clit, leaving me free to concentrate on her.
My hand stays wrapped around my cock, strokes growing rougher as I lean forward, pull her nipple into my mouth, and curl my fingers to hit the spot that makes her tighten around me.
Every clench is a ritual, her body sacrificing itself in devotion to something dark and unholy.
Aurora’s body tenses with pleasure, then melts into the sheets as she gasps for breath.
“That’s my girl,” I rasp as she trembles, biting back the edge of her release.
The raw fucking power I have over her in this moment makes me want to do something truly stupid like sink my cock into her.
But, to my surprise, I don’t give in to that primal urge to breed this sweet little human.
Instead, I concentrate on giving her as much pleasure as possible while making mine secondary.
Shit. Maybe I never had power over her.
Maybe I’m on my knees like a fucking supplicant—not out of weakness, but because she’s holy in a way I’ll never be.
She spoke my name, and I handed her every piece of power I had left.
“Ora, vieni per me,Aurora,” I whisper, forcing my shadow to release the pressure around her neck with a rumbling growl.
Aurora gasps for breath as her back arches off the bed.
My fingers sink deep into her beautiful body, her arousal dripping down my wrist in slow, sweet trails.
It’s obscene. It’s art. It’smine.
