Page 36 of Condemned to Love

"Let go, Elowen," I command, my voice rough with need. "Let me hear you scream my name."

And she does. Her body convulses, her inner muscles clamping down on me as her orgasm rips through her. She throws her head back, a guttural scream tearing from her throat. "Aldric!"

The sound of my name on her lips, raw and untamed, only drives me wilder. I can feel my own release building, my body tensing with the need to claim her completely.

Elowen leans forward, her breath coming in ragged pants. She reaches up, her hand trailing along the inside of my wing. The sensation is intimate, overwhelming, and I shudder, my wings instinctively curling around her, cocooning us in a world of our own.

Her touch is feather-light, tracing the sensitive membrane, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My body coils tight, ready to explode. Her touch, her scent, her very presence is intoxicating, pushing me closer to the edge with each passing second.

"Fuck…" she pants. But her hand moves again, and I lose it.

I growl, a primal sound echoing through the steam-filled chamber. She has ignited something feral within me. I spin her around, pressing her against the cool tiles. She arches her back, grinding against me, eager and hungry.

"You want more?" I rasp, gripping her hips. "You can take more?"

"Yes," she pants, her voice laced with determination and desire. "Give me everything."

I position her, my cock painful hard and eager to be buried in her again. Then I plunge into her, hard and deep. She cries out, her fingers clawing at the wall, seeking purchase. I don't give her time to adjust; I fuck her ruthlessly, each thrust driving us both higher.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air, punctuated by her moans and my growls. Her body is slick with sweat and water, her muscles tense as she matches my rhythm, pushing back against me.

"Aldric," she whimpers, her voice trembling. "Fuck. It's?— "

Her words dissolve into a whimper as I slam into her harder. I know she's sensitive but she pushes back on me, begging for more. And I can't stop myself. I'm too far gone, too consumed by her, gripped with this need to make sure she can't move for days without feeling me.

"You're not done," I snarl, my grip tightening on her hips. "You can take more."

I continue to pound into her, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. But she rocks back on me, trying to get me deeper. Herbody quivers, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel her building again, her inner muscles clenching around me.

When her second orgasm hits, it's explosive. She screams my name, her body shaking uncontrollably. This time, I join her, my own release crashing through me like a storm. I bury my face in her neck, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as we come together.

The taste of her blood fills my mouth, sweet and intoxicating. I release my numbing agent into her again, prolonging her ecstasy, drawing out our shared climax. Her body shudders against mine, her breath hitching as the euphoria takes over.

As we finish, I pick her up, my arms wrapped around her, unwilling to let her go. Not yet.

She's limp, drowsy from the long day and the brutally fucking. But that's okay with me. Slinging a towel around my waste and wrapping her in another, I am more than content to take her back to her room.

Where I just might tongue fuck her when she wakes back up.

18

ELOWEN

Iwake before dawn, my muscles aching from yesterday's training. Aldric's warmth is missing beside me - he must have slipped out during the night.

It's become a routine of ours. He'll meet me in bed, sometimes leaving while I sleep and sometimes waking me the next morning. My days are filled with him, and while we haven't discussed that — haven't discussed anything about us or beyond the training — I'm happy with it.

Pushing through the soreness, I drag myself out of bed and start my morning routine.

At the training grounds, Aldric is already waiting, his silver eyes gleaming as I approach.

"You're late," he growls, but I catch the hint of a smirk.

"The sun's barely up," I retort, rolling my shoulders. "Some of us need sleep."

He scoffs. "Sleep is for the weak. Now, show me what you've got."

We spar intensely, Aldric pushing me harder than ever. His fist connects with my ribs and I stumble back, gasping.

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