Page 141 of Black Sea

I felt the outline of his erection against my buttocks, and I instinctively moved them up and down until he groaned with pleasure. “Please,” I gasped.

He pulled my hair, coaxing a hoarse sound from me. “ Say it,” he growled.

Two tears escaped the outer corners of my eyes as, tired of fighting, I surrendered to the brutal feelings I had for Mornon the Abomination.

The greatest enemy that had ever walked this earth.

The embodiment of the most atavistic evil.

The one I loved.

“I want you,” I said under my breath, in a tone that was half liberating, half heartbroken.

“And you have me,” he replied in a voice steeped in voluptuous satisfaction.

He gradually took his hand away from my hair and unfingered his grip from mine, then straightened up. Maintaining eye contact, he pulled back his tunic, unbuttoned his trousers, and revealed his erection. He ran his palm over my back, still bloodied from the scratches, and smeared it onto his sex with sensual movements that made me gasp in anticipation. With his other hand, he gathered my skirt around my hips. I moaned with pleasure as he rubbed two bloodied fingers across my vulva, spreading my arousal fluid all the way down to my anus. Finally, he grabbed his erection and stared at me with such intensity that I felt as if I were on fire.

“You have had me from the beginning,” he said.

Then he pushed the swollen tip into my butt. I let out an inarticulate sound of surprise and instinctively tried to jump to the far end of the bed, but he quickly grabbed my hair and yanked me back.

Fully entering inside me.

I let out a deafening cry that resonated throughout the room, joined by Mornon’s ecstatic roar. I leaned back, resting my head against his chest, and tried to get used to that violent intrusion and focus on his breath, which was puffing against my hair and my cheek.

Mornon let out a warm, seductive chuckle that enveloped my heart in a grasp, then leaned in to kiss me with such passion that once his hips started to sway, the pain swiftly gave way to unimaginable pleasure.

Suddenly, a black aura rose and engulfed us.

“Don’t be scared,” he said, wrapping one hand around my throat.

“I’m not,” I panted, mesmerized by the shadows darting around us like snakes.

He smiled against my temple. “That’s my elf.”

Before I understood what I was doing, I reached out to touch the dancing darkness. The black bands curled around my fingers, soft like velvet and hot as flames. I sensed them penetrating every pore of my skin, merging with the shadows I already harbored.

“That’s it . . .” Mornon’s voice brimmed with greed. “Take the darkness. Now it’s yours, too. And take me.” His hand slid from my neck to my chest. “All of me.”

He pierced me with his claws, injecting his darkness straight into my heart.

I welcomed it without offering any resistance, without shame, feeling helpless before its power and, at the same time, addicted to the pleasure and sense of invincibility it spread throughout every fiber of my being. I fully breathed it, holding onto Mornon.

I begged him to give me more of it.

I implored him to never stop.

And he gave me all of it.

For together, we were everything.

While we possessed each other with vehemence and eagerness, I desperately understood that Mornon was right.

I would die for him.

And to prevent him from having Calien’s Crystal.

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