Page 105 of Wicked Court

Elara matches my pace, grinding herself onto me with each stroke, even though it must hurt. This ring isn’t a promise of ecstasy. It guarantees hurt. Her ragged breaths echo my own.

The scent of her arousal fills the room and I lose my goddamned mind.

Jesus, she’s a fucking shapeshifter. Butterfly, Siren, Succubus.

Her nails dig into my back through the fabric of my shirt, adding a touch of pain that only enhances the carnal pleasure coursing through me. She positions her lips against my earlobe and her moans vibrate against my skin.

“Fuck,” she gasps as I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

I pound into her over and over again, lost in the heat of her body and that addictive scent that trails from her.

As I plunge deeper each time, she arches her back further, impaling herself onto me like this is how she wants to die.

Her walls clench and release around me as if trying to draw me in, to hold me close forever. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her nails raking down my back as if branding me.

The rough spikes of the cock ring scrape against my sensitive cock head each time we meet at the deepest point, sending electric shocks straight to my brain. Each lash of pain only intensifies the pleasure.

When she bites down on my neck, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark, I growl, a deep rumble that seems to echo off the walls.

“Elara.”

The warning is there in my tone, but she simply grins at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something more profound.

Something that shakes me to my core.

“Do your worst Cav. I’m not going anywhere.”

Before I can respond to her bold declaration, she captures my lips in a fevered kiss at the same time her pussy clenches around me, her orgasm obliterating any remaining traces of self-control.

It’s a testament to the power she has over me, the ability to make me lose myself in her without a second thought.

Her cry of release into my mouth triggers my own climax. My body stiffens as I flood her with the evidence of my surrender. It’s a profound moment that brands itself onto my soul, forever marking me as hers, just as much as she is mine.

Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against hers, our harsh pants mingling between us.

I remain inside her, just like a beast knotted inside his mate, as the last vestiges of pleasure fade.

Then, I pull out slowly, closing my eyes at this pocket in time where nothing else matters but her.

Elara whimpers at the loss but says nothing. The room falls silent except for our heavy breaths.

And then it hits me, the strange tranquility after an intense round of fucking.

One I can’t have.

With a swift movement, I slide the cock ring off and toss it to the side, then stride away from her.

“Cav?” she asks behind me, her tone unsure.

I don’t answer.

Stepping onto the balcony, I let the cold seep into my bones, freezing me from within, making it easier for me to deal with the hellfire that we have just set aflame.

Chapter 32

Elara

Cav’s silhouette stands between the open French doors, his form blending into the vast expanse of the night sky with only faint stars etching his edges.

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