Page 116 of Black Sea

I entwined my fingers behind his neck and tried to bring him closer to my mouth again, but suddenly he pulled my hair so forcefully that I let out a hoarse cry and scratched his neck on one side.

This only turned him on even more. “I’m going to hurt you,” he warned me with a slight grin.

I raised my hips to feel him rubbing against me harder, nodding as little as his grip allowed. Amlach suddenly tightened his hold, making me hiss between my teeth from the suffering.

“Say it,” he ordered, squeezing my buttock with his free hand so forcefully I groaned from a mix of pain and pleasure. “Say you want me to hurt you.”

Feeling his cock press harder and harder against my sex, spreading its viscous lips as it ran up and down, sent me into raptures. “Hurt me,” I panted.

Amlach smiled victoriously.

He kissed me again as if his own life depended on it, slipping his hand between us to align the swollen tip of his erection with my opening.

Then, with a single, violent thrust, he was inside me.

I let out a sharp cry, digging my nails into his shoulders and hoping the feeling of just being stabbed would quickly subside.

But Amlach didn’t give me time to recover.

He drove into me with such intense force that the wet sound of our bodies meeting mixed with my screams. I attempted to concentrate on his breathing in my ear, on his hairy chest rubbing against my breasts. But I couldn’t.

He was possessing me too impetuously.

Almost angrily.

And it was too much for me.

Noticing I had closed my eyelids to stomach the pain, I then forced them open, gasping Amlach’s name to plead for him to slow down and allow me time to adapt to his presence inside me. However, when I looked up, I saw not only the starry sky shining through the glass roof.

I thought I saw tongues of black fire dancing above us.

I had the impression they were slithering across the mattress and crawling beneath me, licking me with such cruelty that I shuddered.

That the warrior in me woke up.

So, I dug my heels into the mattress, ready to take Amlach off me and protect him from whatever evil forces had appeared in my room.

But he quickly seized my throat, squeezing tightly enough to demand my full attention. “Look at me, Nauriel.”

I . . . I couldn’t. There was . . . there was something here with us.

“Look at me,” Amlach commanded, his gaze burning with a wild, relentless hunger. “ Always.”

Hypnotized by the tone of his voice and his domineering expression, I breathed in sync with Amlach as he slid a hand under my knee, bending it toward my chest so that I opened more for him.

Then he pushed himself back into me with even greater force.

But this time I felt no pain, only an unspeakable wave of pleasure.

For Amlach was all I felt.

Suddenly, I understood that I was made for him, to welcome him all the way inside me, with all his mistakes and his faults and his imperfections.

I held onto his hair, moaning shamelessly as his balls struck the bottom of my buttocks with each thrust. Amlach rolled onto his side and touched my arm, bit my biceps, smelled my scent, and kissed my armpit. I swayed against him, following his rhythm with a sense of despair. My body fit seamlessly against his, as if it were designed and finished solely for that one purpose.

I felt so complete.

But I couldn’t get enough.