Page 51 of Pride: Kneel Before None

The connection between us pulsed with an energy that stirred a part of my demon that I didn’t recognize. It felt like I was soaking him in with every plunging invasion of his length.

Static buzzed in my veins.

Voices echoed in my ears.

Blood boiled to a scalding temperature beneath the surface.

Whatever scales had tipped within me, with my powers, it created a startling clarity of something dangerous being exchanged between us. He wasn’t just giving me pleasure; there was something more primordial to it that I couldn’t explain.

The loss of my virginity was the gain of something darker, something powerful.

Panting against my breast, Ace’s noises sounded animalistic as he mouthed at my nipple. Every groan he made disrupted the contact. Teeth grazed the stiffened peak, heated breaths warmed my skin, and he never let up in his rhythm.

Over the curve of his shoulder, I could see his runes pulsing with energy. The blazing crimson burned brightly, scorching my palms as I grabbed onto his back.

“I can’t—something’s not—too much!” My words tripped over themselves in my mouth. A pressure inside me swelled to a breaking point.

Despite my lack of verbal communication skills at this point, Ace seemed to understand. His hand dipped down to my clit, rubbing circles over the swollen bud until I couldn’t see straight.

The tipping point was explosive, soul-wracking, and fragments of my identity shattered into millions of pieces that would never fit together again after this, after him.

A scream filled the room as my body shook—my scream.

My cunt’s walls clamped down on his cock. The sensation of all his ridges and bulging veins only amplified the freefall of blinding ecstasy inside me.

My vision burst into colors that didn’t have names.

Distantly, I registered Ace’s roar as his dick slammed into me with savage intensity bordering on violence. A warmth filled me, marking me from the inside out with his seed.

Still gasping for any semblance of oxygen, vision blurred from this unholy coupling that felt significant enough for the ages.

Ace collapsed on top of me, his entire body trembling with the struggle to support himself and keep from crushing me. I’d not yet seen him that way—disheveled and wrecked, strands of his dark hair perfect in their imperfect state.

Only the sounds of our breaths filled the room for what felt like an eternity that stretched beyond its limits.

Minute after minute, my body grew heavier as I melted back into the mattress. All tension in my limbs dissipated into a state of complete satiety. Despite my fingers having gone numb, they threaded through his hair with lingering contentment.

One quiet grunt and Ace was pulling back slightly, hissing as his still swollen cock slid out of me.

“That’s fucking beautiful,” he said while staring at his own dick.

Both my brows lifted in disbelief at the statement of awe.

“Excuse me?” What was I, Avaritian Oysters? Shriveled and ugly appetizers commonly ordered by cannibalistic ghouls and served with a grey-looking aioli. Ghoul testicles with fancy mayo, rebranded for the upper crust.

He reached over and gripped my chin, his hold still unsteady.

“Your blood staining my cock. Knowing that all of you will always be mine. That makes you fucking beautiful, Genevieve.”

The admission seemed to cost him, his tan losing a bit of its healthy glow, and his body slick with sweat. Those runes that had been bright with energy flickered like a guttering candle.

Before I could evaluate further, he sat back on his haunches, and that damn ace of spades he always carried seemed to appear out of thin air. Cradling his dick in one hand like it was something precious, he dragged the card along its slick surface. In several swipes, the surface wore the stain of my virgin blood.

“Now you’re not just my Little Spade, but my Lucky Spade too.” He weakly smiled, his words faltering in their certainty.

My concern trumped the grotesque and warped trophy he held in his hand. I propped myself up on my elbows, still feeling weak myself.

“Are you okay?” I shouldn’t have cared, maybe I didn’t.