Page 124 of Black Sea

I suffered from not being able to ride his fingers. From not being able to run. “No,” I replied, clenching the walls of my sex to try to stop him from reaching the point that would make me explode.

He slammed my head against the wall so hard that the edges of my vision darkened for an instant.

“Come on my fucking hand, Elf,” he hissed, tightening his hold on my jaw.

Swiftly, I lowered my chin to bite the space between his thumb and forefinger. He promptly pulled back his hand, and my teeth’s snap caused his eyes to shine with a sadistic excitement.

“Never again,” I growled.

His lips crashed on mine.

At first, I tried to resist him, but his tongue caressed mine in a way that made my knees shake, and I surrendered to the vehemence of his kiss. I panted and moaned into his mouth, his fingers bringing me close to the edge.

And suddenly I felt his power loosen until I could move my arms.

Yet, instead of hitting him or pushing him away, I ran my hands through his hair, pulling to elicit that deep sound of pleasure he had been pouring into my mouth all night.

But then.

Then I whispered his name.

No, I whispered the name he had given me.

Not his true name.

In a flash, he pressed one hand to my lips and regained control of his invisible force, locking my arms against the wall again.

The murderous look he gave me made me realize how much it had upset him that I had called him by that name.

The stare I gave him back made him realize how betrayed I felt, and a muscle in his clenched jaw fired.

His fingers curled inside me, touching the right spot. I cried out against his palm, my gaze at the mercy of his as ecstasy invaded me in ever more intense waves.

However, just before I reached the climax, a powerful explosion shook the structure, prompting us to turn toward the entrance doors.

The witches.

They were trying to break down the enemy’s magic.

He removed his hand from my mouth with a furious snort and withdrew his fingers from my vagina.

The sense of abandonment and incompleteness that swept over me was so traumatic that I found myself gasping, “Wait—”

He stuck his arousal-slick fingers in my mouth, silencing me, not at all worried I might bite them off. I tasted myself with a moan, then he abruptly pulled his hand back and sucked his two phalanges as well, casting another glower at the entrance when a second detonation almost knocked the double doors open.

Finally, he returned his focus to me. “It’s time for you to see what you’ve become,” he announced grimly.

He held up his right hand before my face and, beginning with his little finger, closed each finger in turn.

I felt a strange burning sensation around my eyes, then it was as if an impalpable veil slipped off my face.

Uncovering me.

Revealing something so dark that a surge of panic gushed within me.

“What did you just do to me?” I asked under my breath.

He gave a hint of a smirk. “See you soon, Elf,” he said mockingly.