Page 131 of Black Sea

I wanted to show her that she couldn’t do anything against me.

When I managed to slip between her legs, the elf leaned in to bite my jugular, but I grabbed her by the throat and shoved her back, slamming her against the mirror so hard the glass cracked.

Then, finally, I was inside her.

In one thrust.

All the way in.

We both let out a guttural, cathartic sound of pleasure. Her panting breath brushed my face, and I impulsively bent down to devour her lips, as I had done in the temple. Nauriel turned away with a suffering whine, and my kiss ended on her cheek. Bristling, I squeezed her side with my other hand until I hurt her, then pushed myself back inside her so forcefully that our groins collided with a snap. Her thighs clamped around me as if she wanted to fracture my pelvis, hips, and spine.

Her hot, wet pussy tightened around my cock, throbbing so hard it betrayed her need to be fucked.

By me, and me alone.

“You can say no as much as you like,” I growled against her cheek, savoring her moans as I possessed her with a fierce urgency, breathing into her ear with every fucking word. “You can repeat yourself how much I disgust you. But the truth is, you keep wanting me. You will always want me. In your bed, on the floor, against the wall, on the grass, among the trees. Wherever we are, I will take you, and you will give yourself to me. Because I am your mate, and you will never be able to resist me.”

Nauriel suddenly looked back at me, pinning me with a withering stare as she hissed, “Release me, then, and let’s see whether your theory is true.”

“I did it the moment I pushed myself inside you,” I revealed. She flinched, her eyes widening, and I sneered viciously. “And you didn’t even notice.”

Angered both at herself and at me, the elf burst into a bellicose cry and tried to deliver a right and a left, but I quickly caught her wrists to stop her.

Then I kissed her.

With all my hatred.

With all my soul, the one she had claimed.

Nauriel tried to dodge my lips, to wrench herself out of my grasp. But when I spoke her name, which got lost in her mouth, she gave up with a sound that drove me mad.

That made me even wilder, even hungrier.

I licked the blood smearing her lips and chin, and the rivulets that had run down her neck. Nauriel stuck out her tongue, her gaze set on fire by a rapacious passion. I gently spat onto her tongue and looked down on her with great pride as she swallowed, as if my saliva and her blood were the best things she had ever tasted.

I lifted my wounded hand and kept it hovering close to her face, subtly moving my fingers imperceptibly as I stared at her with a gaze so intense I could touch her essence.

I could seize her.

“Give me all your light,” I ordered darkly, “so I can snuff it out.”

The elf frowned, desperately trying to regain control of herself. “You’ll never succeed.”

“Are you sure?” I replied in a slow, voluptuous voice. I ran my still-blood-dripping hand through her hair, pulling it to force her to turn her head toward the broken mirror. “Look at yourself,” I whispered into her ear in an intimate, merciless tone as I continued to move inside her pussy, ever tighter and wetter. “You let yourself get dirty, and there’s no going back.” I bit her earlobe and sucked on it, feeling her shiver. I turned her face toward me, staring at her as if I wanted to annihilate her. “I have ruined you. For good.”

“And I will destroy you,” she promised in a snarl that was a harbinger of defeat. “For good.”

I didn’t like the way she looked at me while saying it. So, I fucked her with such ferocity that even I couldn’t hold back loud noises of pleasure.

We went on for I don’t know how long, with ever greater licentiousness, to see which of us would kneel first before the unspeakable pleasure we gave one another.

To see which of us was stronger.

And yearning more, more, more.

We came together, and our voices merged into one cry. Keeping my grip on her hair, I proudly peered over my darkness as it snaked through the locks of her hair. Without uttering a word, she glanced at those black shadows crawling around her arms, her fingers still in my hair, stroking the tips of my ears almost reverently.

I hated when she did it.