I didn’t care if the entire world heard. There was no etiquette left. No consideration.
We were monsters and beasts. Untamed and feral.
The bed creaked and screeched under his punishing assault.
“This fuckin’ pussy is mine,” he rumbled. Brutally he drove into me like he had no restraint, impelling loud cries from my mouth. “Say it.”
I pinned my lips together, not wanting to answer. It was my way of punishing him in return. It only escalated his vigor.
“Say it, princess,” he gritted, his fingers digging into my hips, the sound of his skin slapping mine.
Owned with need, my core pulsed, hungry for release but endlessly thirsty for more. I never wanted to stop. Bucking against him, I met his passion with my own. The building reverberated with the echoes of him fucking me viciously and relentlessly, our ferocity making everyone outside this room sounding frantic and crazed, adding to our sadistic demand.
Darkness bled into the edges of my vision, my head spiraling out of control. Sweat coated my skin as my climax stampeded up my spine,destroying everything in its wake. I couldn’t stop it, but I also knew I would not be coming out of this.
Not the same anyway.
The bed scraped harshly across the floor, digging crevices into the wood, before I felt the frame give out. We crashed down with a loud bang, the impact pushing him in with force. He hit so deep inside a guttural scream exploded from my gut. The feel of him rubbing along my chest, my mind, locked me up with merciless carnality. My core squeezed around him. Unforgiving and punishing.
He let out a cursed bellow, barreling through any walls I had left up, scaping through my insides, and breaching my soul.
I thought I had felt pleasure before, had experienced agony.
This eclipsed and crushed it all.
It was like I had been electrocuted from the inside. The instant orgasm he caused earlier by invading my walls wasnothingcompared to this. The impact of sensation ripped me clean from my body, torn away from earth.
I became particles. Specks of the past and present collided together.
I felt Warwick inside me at the same time I leaned over his corpse during the fae war, almost twenty years ago. The sensation of magic punched through every molecule of our bodies, threading us together through time and space. I could feel no difference between then and now.
A loud cry of a baby in the distance, the engulfing power of magic singing through my bones. I could smell the thick, acidic odor of blood and dirt under me, feel magic sizzle at my skin, taste it on my tongue. I heard the crackling of lightning, the shots of guns, the screams of death.
Bringing him back to life while I could feel our climax burning through my muscles made me everything and nothing at the same time.
Life and death.
He penetrated every inch of me inside and out.
He possessed. Pillaged. Burned. Took. And shredded.
Anyone else would have been a husk. Remnants of his massacre.
But I was not anyone. I was his dark demon. A thief. A fighter. An executioner.
His savior.
I raided his flesh, stole his mind, and seized his soul. Pilfering everything I could as we climaxed together. Sizzling the air as iflightning would strike us here. Energy swirled in the room, swinging the dim chandelier above as if ghosts had been summoned from nearby, responding to our call, stirring up both the living and dead for miles. I felt their force, the crazed energy churning around us, adding to the fevered atmosphere.
A roar punctured the room, rattling the windows as he impaled himself further, filling me, marking and claiming my pussy as his. Sharp ecstasy wound through me, melting my muscles.
His body fell on mine as we collapsed onto the mattress, the bed in pieces around us. His cock still pulsated inside me, not done releasing, filling me more, burning me up, like he was making sure he engraved his very being into me.
There was no gentle fluttering down from the high, the release making you sweetly sleepy and sedated. This felt like war. Like I had crawled out of the trenches, bruised and beat up but thrumming with life. Blazing with fire. Energy knocked around inside me, injecting every molecule in my body with power. It was an elation nothing else could reach.
Pleasure didn’t stop rolling through me. My frame shook violently; our energy tangled and fought together, like locked horns, unwilling to unwind from each other. Banging and knocking at each other till a bloody death, neither of us relenting.
“Sotet démonom.”My dark demon. A deep growl sank in my ear, his hips rocking in one last time. As if he hadn’t obliterated me enough, the power of that name crushed the last bit of my defense into dust.
