Page 45 of A Surrender Of Hope

“Nox!” I squeal, my arms moving to brace myself on his broad shoulders as he surges upward into my center, keeping us locked together. I bite my lip and hold most of my weight on my knees as I look down at him. His long black hair is splayed over the pillows, and the small braids and silver beads look almost messy. I grin, loving how the sex-mussed hair looks just as good on him as his perfect Viking braids.

“Ride me.” The command is short and clipped, forcing me to move my hips in small circular movements, my body sucking him deeper as he presses up, making me cry out. He keeps one hand on my hip and strokes a finger over my swollen clit, causing me shiver on top of him.

“Nox, I’m so close,” I gasp, moving my body faster on top of his. He groans, letting his head fall back to the pillows behind him as he watches me lose control. He pinches my clit in response, making me throw my head back and scream as my inner muscles spasm around him.

“Fuck!” Nox snarls, sitting up and bringing us chest to chest. He grips the globes of my ass in each hand and slams me down hard on his cock as he wraps his lips around one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth with a greedy growl; then, we’re moving again.

My eyes feel heavy, and I’m panting for breath as Nox’s hands grip my body and turn me to my stomach, yanking my hips in the air. He keeps one hand pressed to my lower back, making me arch into him with my face pressed into the bedding, and enters me in one smooth thrust making me whimper as mysore muscles spasm around him. I pull forward trying to give myself some room from his brutal thrusts, but his fingers tighten on my ass, keeping me pinned in place. He makes me take every inch of him, makes me feel every pulse of pleasure he wrings from my body.

“You feel so fucking good with your perfect pussy wrapped tight around my cock,” Lennox murmurs, his hands gripping my ass and spreading me as one finger brushes over my back entrance. I freeze, nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach as Nox continues to run his finger over me.

“Is anal off the table?” he asks, and I hold my breath, not sure what to say. I haven't really messed around with anal, though the thought isn't unappealing. “Don’t worry,” he whispers, his finger rubbing my tight hole. “I won’t take you here, not today... but soon?” he asks, and I slowly nod, making him hum in approval.

I shiver, not sure if I’m excited or nervous at the thought. Nox wraps me in his arms, pulling my back to his chest. I feel so small in his hold, his arms banding around me easily, supporting my body as if I weighed nothing to him. He thrusts harder and harder, his once steady rhythm breaking as his hips snap forward, fucking into me while chasing his own release. His hand runs down my stomach, trailing in between my legs, and his fingers start to rub my clit in small circles.

I whimper again, laying my head back on his broad chest as he continues to force unimaginable pleasure through every inch of my trembling body.

“Now, scream for me, Little Demon,” he growls, pinching my clit between his thumb and finger. I jerk in his arms, a scream tearing through my lips as my cunt clamps down hard around his cock, milking him for everything he has.

A strangled groan rumbles from his lips, his hard length swelling even more inside me before he roars his release, his dick twitching deep inside me before we both sag into eachother. Our skin glistens with sweat, and Nox gently pulls his softening cock from my sore and battered center. He reaches between us, his finger pressing into my opening and shoving his release deep inside me when it starts to leak out.

“What are you doing?” I moan, panting as I look at his stunning face.

“I… I want you to smell like me,” he admits in a soft voice, cheeks pinking when I arch a brow in surprise. “It’s a Demon thing, don’t make fun of me or I’ll just bend you back over and go for a third time,” he growls, leaning forward, nipping at my neck and making me melt into his arms. “And I don’t think your pussy can handle another pounding after all this.”

I nod, wincing a little as I try to move Nox’s hand from between my legs. I’m more than a little sore down there and I gasp when I stupidly clench my muscles, wanting to make sure my lady bits are still functioning.

“Shit. I think you two broke my vagina,” I admit with a groan, wiggling closer to him as he unwillingly moves his hand from my sex so I can cuddle into him. My eyelids flutter shut as he slowly lays us down on his bed, cradling my body in his, and running his big hands over my still trembling body. I settle into his embrace, my heavy breath slowing as I calm down.

“Rest for a little bit; you’ve had a long few days and need some sleep,” Nox whispers into my ear, and I nod sleepily, already drifting into a peaceful slumber. I feel warm lips press to my temple as I fall to sleep in his arms.

TWENTY-TWO

Meyer

Iblink, my eyes opening just the smallest amount, then freeze when I feel the edges of my vision flicker, and groan as I sit up, looking around the dream I’ve found myself in. I stand, brushing off my blue silk gown as I take in the familiar castle.The air is warm and fragrant, smelling of fresh flowers and water as I look down at the narrow cobblestone path under my blue silk slippers.

Spinning, I take in the lovely garden surrounded by light blue crystal walls that reach for the sky with their sparkling brilliance. Their glow casts a soft blue hue over the garden resting at the center of the large castle. Its beauty is just as breathtaking as it was my first time here. The grand arches at each side of the garden carved with perfect swirling script I can’t read. I hesitantly glance around, worried I may find Inanis lingering in the shadows, but the castle is oddly quiet.

“Mi Sol!” Valen’s panicked voice has me twisting on my heel, eyes searching him out as my hand moves for a blade at my hip before I curse, realizing I’m without any weapons. “Mi Sol!?” he shouts again, voice cracking with fear as I lurch forward, my heart skipping a beat at the pain I hear in his words.

“Valen?” I call out, rushing toward his voice. Shit, is he hurt? I run toward one of the arches just as Valen sprints out from within the castle, and we nearly collide.

“Meyer!” Valen gasps, his eyes flashing with green magic. His arms wind around me, and he yanks me to his chest as he steps back, leaning against the crystal walls as his entire body trembles. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, you?” I mumbled against his chest, my eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of their sockets from how tight Valen clings to me.

“I… fuck. Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. I fell asleep and forgot to monitor your dreams,” he rasps, lips pressing to my hair before he finally relaxes his hold on me. “I was worried Inanis might be here and…” he trails off.

“Freaked out?” I offer.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Valen grinds out, hands roaming over me, touching every inch of skin he can. “I need you to stop giving me a heart attack. You're going to put me in an early grave with worry.”

“I’ll work on that. I still can't control my dreams,” I whisper, hating myself for that fact. “Were you trying to block them?” I ask, remembering he’d mentioned doing that in the past.

“No, but I was planning on it. I fell asleep,” he admits in a rough voice. “I blocked the one you started to have on Earth without any issue, and I hoped being in this realm might ground your magic. It’s not lashing out as much as back at the North American Castle. But, I’m guessing with tonight's activities… well, you might have had some control issues.” I nod as I remember the new development in Nox’s room.

“I have claws,” I admit, making Valen jerk back and blink down at me in surprise.

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