And just like that, without warning, I pushed just half an inch of me inside her, the sensation hot and unyielding, ripping a sound from her throat, a sound that fascinated me.
Her body arched involuntarily as a shudder racked through her.
My lips ghosted over her quivering ones, my breath molten. “Yes, you’ll take my cock, Elizabeth.” My lips pressed against her left eye, softly, like I hadn’t imagined carving this very eye out. “And after that, you’ll take the death I offer you…beautifully.”
“I-I can’t,” she stammered, her voice a breathless tremor, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as I pushed deeper into her tight wall.
I hummed, amused, “You can. You will. I will make you.”
I gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head. And then, slowly, deliberately, I pushed inside, inch by inch, forcing her body to yield, to mold around me, to accept me.
“Fuck!” A guttural sound rumbled from my chest, loud, piercing the charged air like thunder. God, she was so tight, so fucking slick, swallowing around me.
I hated to admit it. But Christ, she was perfect.
Her breath hitched, her lips parting in a silent cry as I stretched her impossibly wide, an intrusion that was both unbearable and intoxicating.
Her head tipped back, her eyes squeezing shut as the tears rolled down her cheeks in fat waves.
My teeth grazed her jaw, my tongue flicking over the pulse hammering beneath her skin.
A thunderous moan tore through her opened mouth, her eyes rolling all the way back in, her hips thrusting forward as my pace quickened.
“P-please…” The word tumbled from her lips, breathless and desperate, a broken prayer to the god between her legs. “It’s too m-much, please. I–I can’t.”
But I didn’t want to slow down anymore. I no longer wanted to sooth her. I wanted to fuck her like I owned her, like I was claiming every inch of her trembling body with each brutal thrust.
My grip was punishing now, fingers digging deep into her flesh, branding her with the promise that when she would take her last breath, her body would remember only my touch, not the men before me.
“Oh god, please.”
She was unravelling beneath me, her body bending to my will, her pleasure laced with something darker, something dangerous. I watched her come undone, watched as her mind fought the inevitable; the pull into my world, my filth, my madness.
But she would lose. Oh, she wasn’t leaving unscathed.
“You have been touched by the darkness now,” I murmured in a low growl, my lips ghosting against hers, biting the delicate, pink flesh. “The last taste you will remember is my decay, the one I’ll bleed into you like black wine.”
I drove into her harder, forcing her to feel me, to let me drag her into my abyss willingly.
“You’re in my darkness now,” I declared.
I would break her. I would shatter every last piece of innocence she thought she had. And when I put her back together, she wouldn’t be the same. She would be corrupted, tainted, ruined, fucking dead.
“Oh god. Please, don’t–” she gasped, her back arching, her heels pinned harder against my hips, pleasure crashing over her.
And the harder I thrust, watching her unravel beneath me, watching her cry and beg for more of this madness, the more the need to possess and claim overwhelmed me.
She belonged to my brother, right? I didn’t intend to change that. I just needed to touch her, ruin her then end her. The angel Callan wanted to smother me for. I wanted to turn her light into darkness, take away the thing that always made him want to run to her, to silence me.
I wanted to kill her.
But now, with my cock buried so deep inside her sweet pussy, her pretty eyes staring at me with unrestrained lust, as if my thrusts were everything she craved, my madness everything she needed, I could swear I suddenly wanted her.
There was more to Beth Fraser. I thought she was just a girl I needed to kill. Just a fracture I needed to erase. But there was something inside her, ancient and rotten, stirring the darkness in me, reaching for me.
But I needed to kill her. She was trouble. Without my brother’s body, I couldn’t exist. And if she remained in the picture, my brother intended on chaining me forever.
No, she needed to die.
