Page 26 of Consumed by Darkness

I watched her move with a fluid grace as she brewed the tea, the rhythmic sound of her humming relaxing me. With practiced ease, she poured the steaming liquid into our favorite mugs, the warmth radiating from them was enticing.

Taking the cup she offered, I took a hesitant sip, the taste not quite to my liking. But I would drink anything she brewed, even if it tasted like shit.

As she settled on the couch beside me, taking a sip from her mug, her eyes fixed on mine with a steady intensity. "Talk to me," she urged.

I swallowed hard, the memories of the nightmare still fresh in my mind. "I was lost in the darkness," I began, my words halting as I struggled to articulate the dream. "I couldn't find you, and when I finally did... I couldn't reach you. Panic gripped me, and then... Elena took you away from me. I was left all alone."

With a gentle touch, she took our cups, placing them on the coffee table before settling into my lap, her warmth a comforting presence against the chill of the night. "My love," she murmured, "I promise you, you won't ever be alone again." Her eyes met mine with so much affection, that it was my undoing. "For as long as I breathe, Adrik, I will never leave your side again," she vowed.

My arms tightened around her instinctively, as if trying to anchor her to me, to ensure that she would never slip away again. "And for as long as you breathe, Luna, I live," I confessed, my voice hoarse with emotion.

She shook her head with a soft chuckle, her fingers tracing patterns against my chest, her laughter a welcome respite from the weight of the events that affected us.

After a moment of quiet, she shifted in my embrace, her gaze thoughtful. "How did you find me?" she asked, curiosity lacing her words.

I hesitated, the memory of those frantic hours still vivid in my mind. "Your phone was with you," I explained "I was able to track you."

Her expression softened, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Thank you," she murmured, her fingers intertwining with mine. "Thank you for finding me."

"I will always find you," I grunted. She giggled, a sound that grated against the shadows lurking in the corners of my mind. "Are you sure?" she teased.

I pulled her tighter towards me with a force that threatened to consume us both, the hunger for her presence consuming every fiber of my being. "Always," I reiterated.

Her hand danced through the tangle of my hair, a gentle touch that I enjoyed. "What would you do if I ran again?" she asked.

She understood the game we played, the primal dance between predator and prey. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and anticipation, daring me to pursue her. "Would you like to try,Milaya?" I whispered, the challenge hanging heavy in the air between us.

A flush crept across her skin, a telltale sign of her arousal, igniting a fire within me. Without hesitation, she sprang from my grasp, flinging the door wide open to the stormy night. The rain cascaded down, drenching her flimsy robe, clinging to her curves in a tantalizing display.

I followed her, my senses heightened by the thrill of the chase. In that moment, there was no one else in the world but us, no rules but our own twisted desires. I was a predator, hunting in the darkness, and there was no escape for her, my little prey.

We raced through the woods, the air was thick with anticipation, charged with the energy of the hunt. Each step sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through my veins, my senses heightened to the max. The sound of her laughter echoed through the trees, a tantalizing melody that fueled my pursuit.

Beneath our feet, the forest floor was a chaotic mess of leaves, mud, and twigs, but I paid it no mind. All that mattered was catching her, claiming her as my own. With every stride, I could feel her close, just beyond reach but always within sight.

Then, in a sudden burst of speed, she veered off, disappearing into the darkness. Alarm surged within me for a moment, but I trusted my instincts, following the faint echo of her footsteps through the underbrush.

And there she was, bathed in moonlight, a vision of wild beauty that aroused me greatly. Without hesitation, I lunged forward, closing the distance between us in an instant. Our bodies collided with a force that knocked the wind out of me, but I didn't care.

As we tumbled to the ground together, I made sure to shield her from the impact, absorbing the shock with my own body. My fingers trailed along the curve of her thigh, slipping beneath the fabric of her robe, seeking the heat of her skin. As my fingers explored, I found her drenched, slick with desire, and a low, guttural sound escaped me.

"Does my animalism turn you on?" I asked, but my hand remained covering her mouth. "Does it excite you to see how wild I become when it comes to you?"

Her response was a silent nod, her eyes dark with longing as she surrendered to me. With my hunger driving me, I thrust my fingers inside her, prepping her for my dick.

I teased her clit, tracing circles that sent shivers of pleasure through her body. With her restrained beneath me, I leaned in close and whispered words laced with dark desire.

"Do you feel how much I crave you?" I murmured, my voice husky with need. "You bring out the beast in me,Milaya."

“You can't run from me," I breathed, my hand still pressing firmly over her mouth to stifle her moans. "You're tethered to me for life, mine to claim and devour."

I positioned myself at her entrance after removing my fingers, the rain pounding down around us, I thrust into her with primal force, claiming her as my own in an act of raw dominance. With each savage thrust, I growled dark promises of possession and desire, my words turning us on even more.

"You're mine," I hissed with lust. "No one else will ever touch you like this, no one else will ever make you scream with pleasure like I do." Each word was a declaration of ownership, a testament to bond that bound us together.

I thrust into her with a ferocity that bordered on savage, driving myself deep inside her until she felt every inch of me, splitting her open with each powerful thrust. With a rough grip on her abdomen, I growled, "Can you feel me here? Can you feel me in your womb?"

Removing my hand on her mouth just to hear her desperate affirmation, I reveled in the way her scream reverberated through the forest. With each forceful thrust, she shook like a ragdoll in my grasp, her nails digging into my hand as I expertly manipulated her clit, coaxing her to the brink of ecstasy.

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