Page 36 of A Haven of Brimstone and Darkness

Her teeth tighten against my flesh and sink deeper. My fingers grip at the back of her tunic and it isn't until I hear the rending of fabric, that I realize I've torn the damn thing. The sharp pain in my throat is nothing compared to the agony of my cock as it throbs inside the placket of my trousers. Her lush ass rocks back and forth against me, pushing down and then up, mimicking the act of sex. A low growl works its way up my throat.

For a split second, the room flashes a brilliant dangerous crimson color blocking out the soft, muted moonlight from her window and the gray hues of the walls. Everything clashes into cardinal glow, warning me that I'm on the precipice of being overwhelmed by my own Gods damned powers.

When Kiera finally releases me and sits up, the haze of red fades. Then I see the drop of blood on her lips and the way her little tongue swipes out to taste it. The adamantine self-control I've always maintained, have prided myself on, shatters in a single instant. Gone are the chains of civility. Gone are the ropes that tie me to propriety.

I want her naked underneath me. I want her flesh wrapped around my cock and I want her full of every drop of release I can give her.

Kiera's back lands on the mattress in the next instant, her eyes widening at the suddenness of the move.Slower. Slower. Slower.I bite down on the mental urging not to scare her. I touch the front of her tunic and rip it up and off her. If she notices the fresh tear in the back of it as it flutters over the side of the bed, she doesn't comment. Instead, she seems to takegreat pleasure in driving the beast inside me to new heights of brutality.

Her hips roll under me, the damned binding that covers her chest tightening against her skin creating lines where great big breaths heave them up and down. Without a second thought, I reach down and pinch the fabric between her breasts and rip the damn thing straight down the middle. The strips of starchy cloth slant to either side of her body, revealing the pale mounds of her breasts, topped with berry and rose-colored nipples.

The sight of her, half-naked and bared beneath me, unleashes an animal better left caged. Cupping one breast in hand, I lean down and suck at the nipple. I drag the hard point with my tongue as her body arches and writhes beneath me. One of her hands reaches up and clamps down on the back of my head, holding me to her. As if I have any plans to go anywhere else. Were it possible for a man to be born to do one thing and one thing only, I suspect my purpose in this life would be to derive pleasure from this woman.

Nails scratch along the back of my scalp, sending bolts of lightning racing through my veins as I suckle and bite at her nipples. First one and then the other until both are swollen to a crimson fervor that matches my own haze of delirium. When I arch up over her, Kiera releases me to attack the front of my trousers. Her fingers free my cock from its confines, and I rear back to completely shuck my pants as she then does the same with her own.

A vicious curse that no calm demure female would make is unleashed from her as she struggles to rid herself of her pants. Biting back a grin that shouldn’t be threatening my concentration, I grip her pants legs and peel them completely off, throwing them over one shoulder.

Now that she’s left in nothing but flesh and desire, I crawl over her and pin her hands above her head against the mattress.Back arching, breasts brushing against my pecs, I lean down and hover my lips just above hers.

Her eyes slide shut and she arches, waiting. A beat passes and then another and when she realizes that I have no intention of kissing her, her eyes flash open and an angry noise erupts from her throat.

“What are you doing?” she demands. Her hips bump up against mine, the core of her so very close to the straining erection positioned between us. She bucks and thrashes and I plant my hips into hers, pressing the strength of my weight over her to keep her still.

“Ruen.” She snarls and curses and tugs at her restrained hands.

“Look at me.” The command flows from my lips like water. Gradually, after several more seconds of angry clawing and demands, her eyes finally return to mine and settle. “That’s right.” I move both of her hands to the center of the mattress, holding them with only one of mine so that I can touch her more thoroughly.

Drifting down, over the roundness of her cheek, to the jut of her jawline, and then to her slender, beautiful neck. My fingers curl there, wrapping around her throat, squeezing along either side until her eyes widen a fraction, not enough to reveal fear, but enough that I know she feels me—truly and utterlyfeelsme.

With my fingers upon her silken skin, the vulnerability that I saw when she ran from her mother’s cell opens to me. I stare into rich thunderous eyes of molten steel. “I will be everything you need me to be, Kiera Nezerac. I will be a monster. I will be your saint, or I will be your God killer if that’s what it takes.” I don’t care what I am so long as she never stopsneedingme. “But know this.”

Her breathing grows ragged, as does mine.

“I will always find you.” I settle between her spread thighs, pushing them wider to accommodate my girth. "Because you're mine." Her breaths shudder in her chest and her eyes flare with awareness as the head of my cock grazes her soaking slit. I bite back on the urge to groan. Like molten heat, the feel of just that light touch makes me want to sink deep within her and find paradise that's been denied me for too damn many years.

"Say it." The words leave my lips on a warning growl, practically daring her to deny me my ownership. She bares a row of perfect pale teeth as my head slides in the barest inch.

Her back arches unconsciously and her hips roll. I grip her throat tighter, pressing against the blood flow at the sides and loving the way she quivers under the shaft of heady pleasure that the action brings.

"Say. It." My hips gyrate in a circle, swiveling my cock inside her opening and then withdrawing.

With a gasp, Kiera's head angles back into the pillows, and her eyes narrow on me. The tip of one canine overlaps the plush fullness of her bottom lip, biting down just hard enough to draw blood. I can't help myself at the sight. I lean down and lap at the wound, licking her blood away before taking her mouth in a vicious, punishing kiss. Her hands tug at my restraint, her breasts lift and press into my chest, the hardened nipples dragging against my flesh.

"If you want my cock, you'll say it," I murmur, breaking the kiss as I press my forehead into hers. My voice drops lower. "Don't be a fucking coward, Kiera. Tell me you're mine."

Almost as soon as the final word is out of my lips, I fit myself back to her opening and slam inside, all the way to the hilt.

A scream echoes out of her throat. "Yours!" She gasps for breath, her body undulating underneath mine as I withdraw and thrust back inside. Squeezing her throat with my fist, I cant my hips and sink into the vice-like confines of her cunt. Again andagain, I drive into her. Dust rains down over our heads as the headboard pulls back from the wall only to punch it each time I plunge into her.

Her pussy contracts around my shaft, squeezing as her eyes roll back into her head. She claws at the sheets, then my chest. Nails sink into my flesh, drawing blood. With a grunt, I release her throat and grip her hips to keep her from unseating me. Over and over again, I power into her, bottoming out at her insides as she cries out. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes. The long, silken waves of her silver hair fling across the mattress.

The release she finds around my length is nearly enough to send me into my own, but I grit my teeth and clamp down on the desire to unleash inside her. Not just yet. I want something else. Something more. Our roles have been strangely reversed. The first time we did this, she'd been the light to drive me back from the darkness. Now, I am grateful to be able to return the favor.

The second her cunt walls release their constriction, I withdraw, barely glancing at the wetness soaking my hard shaft as I flip her over onto her front and lift her onto her knees.

"Ruen—"

I deliver a stinging slap to her backside, causing her to arch up at the perfect angle. I slide back into her warmth before she can utter another word, before she can even think to deny me. Once I'm seated again, pressed to her insides in this new position, I wrap my arms around her and lift her until her back is to my chest. My hands creep up her sides. Every valley and divot of her skin is beautiful to me.

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