“Warwick...” His name came off my lips as a plea and a promise.
He lifted off me, his gaze heavy and penetrating as he stood over me, his attention gliding over my body. He yanked off his boots and pants before climbing back over me.
Our eyes were locked on each other as he pulled my knee up to his hip, plunging inside me.
Moaning, I almost came undone, wanting to break under the waves of pleasure. I relished the slight pain from his size as he filled me with deep, long strokes.
“Fuck,” he rumbled, a vein straining along his law. “Gods, you fuckin’ feel unbelievable.” He grunted, driving in deeper. “This pussy ismine.”
I didn’t have to answer. He knew without a word he might not own the rest of me, but that part he conquered and possessed. The energy between us layered our connection with intensity and power.
He sat back, pulling me up with him, our bodies moving together. Fucking me so deep, my vision blurred, my head tipping back as his teeth nipped down on my neck.
My nails raked down his back, causing him to growl, thrusting harder into me. The flood of emotions, of extreme bliss and desire, twisted the pain and pleasure, life and death, into a single line.
Last night we went to war against each other. This time our battle was against the world, our connection weaving us together, where I could feel no difference between his satisfaction and mine. The forces outside shattered against our power, stretching farther than the walls of this building, spilling out into the atmosphere, where no rules existed.
Where we created our own.
I clutched his chin with bruising force, our eyes connected before my mouth captured his, my teeth biting down onto his lip until I tasted blood. A deep noise vibrated his throat. Desperation and desire were the same.
Flinging me back down on the cot, his face set like a warrior, about to obliterate. Kill and destroy.
No survivors.
“Oh gods!” I cried out, not able to control anything. I let go. Fire burned up the back of my legs and up my vertebrae, singeing my vision.
My legs wrapped around him, my spine arching, my tits bouncing, sweat dripping down my skin.
Again, flashes of our past took over my sight, mixing in with the present.
Our naked bodies rocked together while battle and death raged on the field around us. I could feel the blood-soaked ground damp against my spine, soaking into my hair. We were surrounded by screams and bellows, the clanking of metal. The magic of the fae wall crumbling danced on my skin. At the same time, we were in the bunker, me leaning over his dead body.
“Pokol!”Hell. Warwick seethed as I pulled him deeper with my legs, bucking against him ruthlessly.
“Brexley . . .”
“Sötét démonom.”
Two voices, two different time periods, but only one man called me.
I understood the power of a name now. The intimacy of him saying them. I could feel it in every molecule, pulsing my pussy around him as vibrant colors danced overhead, a bolt of lightning cracking in the sky, striking me.
My orgasm slammed into me, tearing and drowning me. And I would gladly let it take me.
I heard a scream, knowing it was me, but it sounded feral and inhuman.
“Fuuuuck,” he bellowed.
My vision blackened at the edges, and my body felt electrocuted with pleasure as he emptied himself inside me. My climax collided into my bones like an avalanche, demolishing and obliterating everything in its path.
This time I could really feel the nonentity of death and the moment I yanked him back to the present. A torrent of magic burst through his veins, slamming into his heart, tearing him from death’s grasp into the hands of a thief. Death didn’t like being robbed of his prey, so it marked Warwick as one of its eternal soldiers.
My body and mind, unable to handle the flood of life and death battling out together, shut down, sinking into the thick blackness of the in-between.
“Brexley Kovacs.”The unearthly voice gripped my mind through the darkness, the power pulling me toward it.“The girl who defies nature.Who should not exist.”The fae book spoke as if it was my title. A badge worn on my chest.“Should not have survived.”
“What do you mean I shouldn’t have survived?”I peered around. There was nothing, but I could feel the book’s force surround me, spark at my muscles.“How are you here?”
