Page 333 of Coal Hearts

My leash tore.

My monstrosity leapt free.

Swooping to my feet, I grabbed Ily by the waist with one arm and swiped my other through the fine china, food, and wine glasses.

Victor leaned back as things went crashing and splintering to the dance floor.

Guests stopped watching the live porn as I tossed Ily on the table and spread her on her back. “This is for ever thinking you can stop me from owning you, little nightmare.”

Unbuckling my belt, I unzipped my trousers and yanked out my cock. “This is for telling me exactly what I can and cannot have.”

Nudging her knees apart, I dragged her hips to the edge of the table and smeared my erection through the wetness she vowed would never belong to me. “And this is my answer.”

I thrust.

Hard.

Fast.

Brutally deep, deep, deep.

She cried out and scratched at the tablecloth.

Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, her back arched as she didn’t fight.

Didn’t deny.

She welcomed me.

Ground on me.

Did exactly what she promised and stole all my power by wanting it.

Her body sucked me into her wicked, wanton spell, and it was me who fucking broke.

Me who roared and punched fists on either side of her rapturous, lust-filled face and jack-knifed my hips into hers.

Me who raged to snatch her from the sky, all while she flew too high out of my reach.

I lost all focus on where we were.

I forgot a storm raged and others watched.

There were no others.

No elements.

No men.

No stars or storms or suns.

Just us.

Alone.

Just me.

Alone.