He dove in so deeply a bellow broke from my lips. He grunted, taking my hands and pinning them above my head. I grabbed onto the bones decorating the wall behind me, holding on as his mouth sucked my bouncing tits as he sank in deeper. Fucking me so hard, moans I couldn’t even control heaved from my lungs.
“Harder!” I demanded, though my body already felt like it was splitting in half in the most delicious, unbelievable way. He was everywhere. Inside and out. Completely consuming me, ripping me from reality. The feel of him skated over every inch of my body, his teeth biting, his tongue licking, his hands touching. And I gave it back with a vengeance.
The spirits zoomed around us, whipping up more electricity, rocking the skeleton chandelier. Frantic and devouring, the energy coming from us crackled in the air. It was like I had been electrocuted. Gasping, I bucked against him, meeting his passion with my own, his cock throbbing deep inside me. The sound of him fucking me, our ecstasy resonating off the stone, embedded into the bones.
The bones in the wall scraped and dug into my own, cutting into my flesh, my blood spreading over them, becoming part of me.
I felt my orgasm scratching and clawing its way through my body, shattering what was left of me. The tsunami, if I let myself fall, would obliterate me. I understood that, but I also couldn’t stop it.
“No... not yet,” he gritted through his teeth, pulling out of me, placing me back on my feet. Before I could object, he flipped me around, pressing my breasts into the wall of bones, plunging back into me so hard, a hoarse moan rasped up my throat.
His hand wrapped through my hair, pulling my head back, sending shivers down me as he drove in harder, my naked body rubbing and smearing against emblems of death.
It was morbid and perverse, which only made it more erotic.
There was such a thin line between life and death. Deceased and living. And Warwick and I trampled that line, suspended between both.
“You like that, princess?” He growled in my ear as he forced me firmer into the wall, rubbing my core against a bone. “You are so fucking twisted and dirty.” He yanked my head to the side, his mouth consuming mine hungrily.
I felt his tongue everywhere, flicking my clit, while his mouth claimed mine, he nipped down.
“Oh gods!” A bellow coiled my spine as my pussy clamped around him, pulsing and taking.
“Szent fasz!”Holy fuck!He roared, going even deeper, spiraling me out into oblivion.
Like earlier, light burst through me, a crack of lightning. Electricity took over every molecule, rupturing every nerve, taking me away from this world.
Light. Darkness.
Life. Death.
Nothing. Everything.
Suddenly my brain flashed with an image of a screaming baby coated in afterbirth, the night sky igniting in vibrant colors above the infant, then it switched to a man lying motionless in blood-drenched grass. Warwick... his eyes closed, his form black and burned, his neck at an unnatural angle, the same night sky cracking and glowing over him.
His eyes burst open, and like in the book, he looked right at me.
“Sötétdemonom,”he growled, his hand touching my face.
The moment he did, a booming howl came from behind me, bringing me back to myself. Warwick drove in so deeply I felt myself fall over again. A piercing cry broke free as I felt him release inside me, my fingers curling around the ribs bones to keep myself standing. Every pulse was hot and claiming, reaching far deeper than skin.
He invaded.
He invaded and consumed me, touching me far deeper than skin. Destroyed. Took, burned, and razed me to the ground.
Nothing would ever come close to the feel of him. My chest heaved with the utter destruction, the bliss shattering everything I knew or had understood.
“Fuck, princess,” he growled in my ear. He swept my hair over my shoulder, his chest moving in and out against my spine, his breath skating down my neck over my sweaty skin. “What the fuck was that?”
Still deep inside me, he took in a stilted breath. It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t just me shaking.
“I-I don’t know.” My voice was raw, my mind a jumbled mess of bliss and fear. What the hellwasthat?
He stepped back, pulling out of me, instantly making me want him back. A hollow feeling. Empty.
Twisting around, I watched his firm ass stroll toward his trousers, snatching them up. He paused, leaning over a stand holding skulls, the chandelier above his head still swinging. Taking a deep inhale, his back muscles flexed with every intake.
I sensed his confusion and the fear he was trying to hide and felt every wall he was trying to put up between us again.
