She is their fucking equal.
She lowers her chin. Hunts my eyes with hers. “It hurts.”
“It will,” I confirm, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head, grinding her harder against the tree. “You cannot run from the pain. Cannot hide from it anymore. It is only through suffering that we grow stronger.”
“Oh, God,” her voice cracks. “I’m going to pass out!”
I whisper in her ear. “Stay with me, little Queen.”
With just my crown upon her head, I fuck the naked, bleeding, branded, and scarred form of our divine goddess. I pull out to the tip, then shove back into her silky cunt. Her flesh is weak and worn. But she is alive.
“Nothing between us,” I say against her mouth.
She nods frantically, arching her back, receiving me. “I’m not nothing anymore.”
My hunger blackens. My tone sharpens. “Fuck, Briella. You wereneverfucking nothing!”
She softens for me. She gives me everything. Her hot sheath clenches, squeezing all around me, holding me here. Fucking devouring my length. Begging for more.
In the eye of our abyss, I know with no shred of equivocation. It is the greatest and most powerful moment of my fucked up life. More than the night I set my brothers all free. More than the nights we forged our chains—one by one. Now, we have something inside those all-encompassing chains. The one we’vesought for years through a bond of blood, flesh, broken bones, fire, torture, and more.
She is the only one who deserves it, the only one who could ever fill that place.
The rain and wind tear through us. I slam into her, one hand gripping her throat, one hand anchoring her wrists. My clothed chest against her naked flesh. A beautiful flush spreads from her cheeks to her breasts.
She lifts her hips. Diving for her, I seize her mouth and lower my hand from her throat, getting between us to palm her breast, thumb rolling over the hard bud of her nipple. When she wiggles her wrists in a desperate plea for freedom, I shift, dropping her hands, giving her a sliver of freedom. One of her hands settles upon my hips, a silent plea for me to do more. The other? Every muscle in my jaw clenches at the soft, trembling touch of her fingers upon my face.
I can’t feel love, but a surge of raw emotion gathers in my throat, mirroring only one other night in my existence. On that night? Blood was on my hands. I’d taken a life.
Like the monster I am, I touch her leg, the site of the arrow. Light. But she screams above the roar of the thunder.
“Oh, God, it hurts! Hurts so much. It burns, Raphael…” she finishes in a wheeze.
“Focus on me, my Queen. Feel me.Becomeme.”
I kiss her, swallowing her skin, touching her chest, feeling her heart beating.
Tonight, I take hers. But I fucking keep it.
That night, the monster unleashed. Tonight, she takes it, kissing me back. She fucking keeps it.
I unleash myself on her. Sealed to her forever, I drive my hell inside her. She coils a hand around the back of my neck, digging her fingers in my wet hair. Good fucking goddess, she rips it free of the leather cord, releasing my hair to fall.
For the first time, I am more than a monster. More than a god. I’m her monster. Her god. Her captor. Her possessor. Her king.
I rock against her, grinding my pelvis against her clit until she’s trembling, her eyes glazing over with the endorphins raging through her. Pain. Torture. Desire.
I should show mercy. But it’s the last thing she wants. And I have no mercy in me.
So, I fuck her wildly, ravenously, her body giving way beneath mine. Flush against me. Mouth on mine, tongue dancing with mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest. She arches her back. I plunge my cock inside, giving her everything.
My heat and fury, death and destruction, they erupt through her veins. Her insides tighten around me more, consuming me, fluttering.
I bite her lower lip, keeping her on the edge. “With me, Briella. With me…”
In the last few moments, I swell, growing harder, thicker. My legs shudder as my release comes. I put both my hands on her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples. And I roar, “Now!”
She comes, her insides burning, convulsing.
