"I'm not—" His pride fought his need. The Reaper didn't beg. He was the apex predator. He was?—
She sank down an inch. Just enough that his head breached her entrance. Her cunt gripped him like a fist, tight and scorching, and his vision went white.
Then she lifted off.
"Say it."
Something inside him snapped.
"Please." The word tore out of him. "Please, Brynn. I need you. Need your cunt. Need to feel you around my cock. Please let me inside you. I'll do anything. Please."
Her smile was pure triumph.
She sank down in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt.
Brynn
The stretch was exquisite.
He filled her completely. Thick and hard, splitting her open, hitting so deep she felt him in her chest. For a moment, she just sat there, fully seated, savoring the fullness. The way her cunt clenched around him. The way he pulsed inside her.
"Move," he begged. "Please. Fucking move."
She planted her hands on his chest and lifted her hips slowly. Let him feel every inch of his cock dragging against her walls.
Then she sank back down.
His groan was broken.
She found her rhythm. Rising and falling on his cock, taking her pleasure from him. Her shadows kept his wrists bound, but now they did more. White tendrils slid across his chest, his stomach, teasing his nipples. One wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing every time she lifted up. Another traced down, finding the sensitive skin behind his balls, pressing.
He was surrounded. Overwhelmed. Her body and her shadows were working him from every angle.
"Brynn—" He couldn't even form her name properly. Just sounds. Groans and curses and desperate pleas.
She rode him harder. Faster. Her tits bouncing with each movement. The sounds of her cunt taking his cock filled the chamber. Her arousal dripped down his shaft, soaked his balls, made everything slick and messy.
"You feel so good," she moaned, grinding down. "So thick. Stretching me open." She clenched around him deliberately. "Your cock was made for me.”
His hips bucked up, meeting her rhythm. Even bound, even helpless, he was powerful. Every thrust punched deep, hit that spot that made her see stars.
She reached down to rub her clit. Her own fingers circling while she bounced on his cock. The pressure built fast, coiling tight in her core.
"Yes," she gasped. "Right there. Fuck. I'm close?—"
His shadows surged.
Her white tendrils shattered like glass.
Dante
His control snapped.
He grabbed her hips and rolled them, flipping her beneath him in one savage motion. Her back hit the mattress and he was on her, between her thighs, his cock still buried deep.
She gasped. Eyes wide.
He smiled down at her. All teeth. All predator.
