Page 78 of The Serpent’s Shadow

“Does that make you feel a little stronger, bloodrender?”

Her thighs moved, up and down, and I realized what she was doing. As she fucked my cock with her thighs, my thoughts became lost on her face, and I craned my neck up to pepper kisses along her collar and cheeks and lips.

She smiled and kissed me back, more heated than the soft kiss she’d given me before.

“Fuck, silvermoon,” I breathed. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Oh, I knowexactlywhat I’m doing to you, Magnus. You can’t exactly hide it well.” She wiggled her thighs to display her dominance—to show how I couldn’t hide it well.

My cock javelined between the nonexistent gap of her fleshy thighs. She started moving faster, and my arousal spilled down the pulsating crown, trickling down every ridge of my studs until dripping on her blazing skin.

Unable to control myself, I embedded my hands in the soft swells of her ass and brought her body further south, so the top of my cock slid along the sopping-wet center of her.

Even without penetration, without the utter heaven of Ravinica’s pussy wrapped around my dick, I was about to unravel for her. The bed creaked as our naked legs pressed together and she bounced on top of me.

Then she slid a hand back, behind her, between her legs, and she blindly guided the slick ridge of my cock, curving it toward her. “There. I think you’re ready,” she whispered.

We inhaled in unison when I breached her tender lips and sank inside her. My eyes rolled and I made a sound in my throat that was inhuman.

Reeling my head back in the bed, she took the opportunity to kiss the sweet erogenous zones of my corded neck. She slowly gyrated into my hips with her weighty body and sank deeper down my shaft.

I could feel every bump and prod of my piercings against her walls, throbbing as she tightened around me and squeezed the life out of my cock.

“Odin fuck me,” I croaked, “you’re going to destroy me, silvermoon.”

“Odin isn’t the one fucking you, Magnus.Iam. I’m your destruction.”

With her voice slightly rising, she slammed her ass down hard on my lap.

The bed groaned from the thunderclap of our flesh slapping together. I bottomed out deep inside her with that single plunge into the deep-end. The feeling of Ravinica wrapped around me was unholy, and even in my rejuvenated state there was no way I’d last long.

She moved faster, bouncing her ass with loud claps of her skin against mine. I grabbed handfuls of her ass and moaned as she pushed off my chest and sat upright.

Ravinica rode me with a fury we hadn’t had in a month—with the need and necessity demanded from both of us. I was trappedbeneath her, no other place I’d rather be in the world, staring up at the silver-haired goddess as she lost herself to a surreal state of ecstasy.

She rested her hands on my chest, close together, pressing her breasts with her arms. Her nipples prodded the fabric of her shirt, hard and wanting. Her body ground into mine, moving with expertise I hadn’t expected from the gorgeous woman.

My body traced the curves of her—those wide hips, those milky thighs. I watched in awe as my thick, long cock speared into her and pushed a slight swell to her belly.

“Say ‘Queen’ if I’m being too rough with you,” she said with a devious grin, calling back to our first time together and our safewords that never made their way out of our mouths.

I wasn’t going to relent. This was everything I’d wanted and more. I had gone from weak and frail and miserable to powerful, lustful, energized.

And it was all because of Ravinica Linmyrr. The woman who calmed my aching soul and brought thunder to the lightning of my blood.

I bucked my hips and she moaned, rolling her head back. “Right there, Magnus, fuck. You hit me so deep with your big fucking cock.”

My hands dug into her waist above her hips, and I started to control the narrative, bouncing her on top of me.

She quickly took back control, grabbing my hands by the wrists, surprising me. With a sharp inhale, she took my wrists and slammed them over my head on the bed, pinning me in place.

Our eyes locked. She leaned forward, ravaged my lips with hers, and rode me with mad abandon. Her weight on top was nothing, her kiss was everything, and I felt myself losing control. Unraveling at the seams.

I groaned in her mouth, loving the dominant way she had turned the tables on me—becoming just as ravenous and uncontrollable as I had our first tryst together.

Her ass moved faster, rippling against me. The claps swelled in volume, just as my cock swelled in size.

I tried to endure, but I couldn’t fathom restraint. A part of me was still weakened—I hadn’t drained enough blood for such a strenuous exercise as this, because I hadn’t wanted to harm Ravinica. Never that.

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