My climax came barreling for me. The fire bulbs flickered; the snap of electricity sang in my veins.
“Am I the only one you want to fuck, princess?”
“Yes . . . gods . . . never stop.”
“This pussy is mine,” he gritted into my ear, thrusting harder as I felt his tongue drag down my ass, sinking into me. A shriek, like a wild beast, rocketed from my throat, my limbs shaking so hard I could no longer hold myself up. He fell with me as I collapsed, sinking in deeper.
“Fuuuuccck . . . Brexley . . .”
Hearing him say my name, my climax hit like an avalanche, blinding my lids with white light.
Vivid colors wavered in the sky. Death bleeding the field. Hands cupped a newborn baby, holding it off the dirt. The skin was coated with a sticky residue that dripped into the earth. A whoosh of magic ripped through the last layers of the Otherworld.
The wall falling.
The baby let out a wail.
Crack!
A lightning bolt struck the earth; ear-splitting shouts and yowls echoed in the night.
Warwick’s eyes burst open, his lungs drawing in life.
“Sötétdemonom.”
The lights in the workout room snapped on and off with fury as I felt him release inside of me, tearing another cry from my lips, bursting me into particles. I was caught in the bliss of the in-between, where I was everything and nothing.
Where life and death met.
Grappling for air, I slumped into the mat, his weight over me, his mouth grazing my ear, his breath sliding down my neck. “I think you might be the only one who could kill me.”
“I don’t have that kind of luck.” I grinned over my shoulder.
He chuckled, nipping at my neck before pulling away from me and falling onto the mat next to me. Letting out a long gasp of air, his head fell onto the mat as he tucked himself back in his pants.
I hated how I instantly wanted him back, filling me with life and desire.
Hauling my pants back up, I flipped around on my back. “Well, that was...”
“Far from over.” He got to his feet, pulling me up with him.
“What?”
“Like I said,” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “I can go all night.”
“It’s daytime.”
“That too.” He smirked. “We have to wait for Ash anyway. Should keep ourselves busy.”
“Good point.”
“I know.” He grabbed my hand, leading us out of the exercise room, and we headed downstairs to my room, eyes from the canteen and everyone we passed on us with knowing smiles.
I didn’t care.
Warwick ruined me. Broke and demolished what was left of me. Like a wave, all I could do was continue to smash myself against the rocks, battering and bruising, but never stopping.
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