Page 53 of Chains of Nightshade

His gaze never leaves mine as he begins to move again, each stroke slow and deliberate, as if he has all the time in the world to savor this moment.

The cool stone of the cave wall digs into my back as Aurel moves within me, his eyes ablaze with desire. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, my body acting on pure instinct, yearning for the connection only he can provide.

"Naughty girl," he chides with a wicked grin playing on his lips. "You're supposed to be patient, not eager for my cock."

I can't help the defiant smirk that curves my mouth. "And if I am?"

His response is a low growl that sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. Before I can react, he grabs one of my legs and lifts it over his broad shoulder. The new position sends me spiraling, a rush of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Stars dance before my eyes as he drives deeper, hitting a spot that makes my breath hitch and my toes curl.

"Aurel," I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Please..."

He loves this—the way I beg, the way my body yields to him, the way my voice hitches with each powerful thrust. His eyes darken with lust as he watches me come undone beneath him.

"Louder, Vera," he commands, his voice a low rumble that resonates in the very depths of my soul. "Let the whole world hear how much you want this."

I'm stuttering, my words lost in the maelstrom of sensations that wash over me. "I—I can't..."

"Yes, you can," he insists, his hand tightening around my thigh, holding me in place as he fucks me harder, each stroke of his cock stoking the fire within me.

And then I'm begging, my voice echoing off the cave walls, raw and desperate. "Fuck me, Aurel. Harder. Please!"

His answering grin is all predator, his eyes locked onto mine as he complies with my plea. His hips snap against mine with bruising force, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the cave, mingling with my cries of pleasure.

The sensation is overwhelming, a relentless tide that threatens to sweep me away. I cling to him, my fingers digging into the dense muscles of his arms, holding on for dear life as he claims me, body and soul.

I can feel the pressure building, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My vision blurs, my breath comes in short, ragged gasps, and then I'm falling, my body shattering into a thousand pieces as my orgasm rips through me.

Aurel's pace never falters, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deeply within me, his body shuddering as he comes, his hot seed filling me, marking me as his.

"Fuck!" he roars, still thrusting.

Gods, how can he want more?

But my body is already responding, already arching back toward him even as I tremble.

His voice, a deep rumble that resonates in the very marrow of my bones, praises me, "Good girl." The words, so primal and possessive, send a thrill through my body, reminding me that I am his, irrevocably bound to this ancient being.

In the aftermath of our coupling, Aurel's eyes, glowing with the faintest hint of his serpentine nature, hold a reverence that's as raw as it is wild. He seems more animal than man, a creature of instinct unchained and unapologetic.

I relent, allowing him to ravage my body, surrendering to the primal rhythm of each forceful movement. His hands, strong and sure, grip at my flesh, guiding my hips to meet his with a fervor that speaks of untamed hunger and desperate need.

With each powerful thrust, he fucks me with a ferocity that borders on savagery, his body moving against mine in a relentless pursuit of pleasure. And when he comes inside me a second time, his cock throbbing within my depths, I feel full enough to burst, awash in the warmth of his release.

For a moment, he stills there, his body slick with exertion, his throbbing cock still buried deep within me. His breath is a ragged whisper against my ear, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

Then, with a satiated grin, he falls onto the ground beside me, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. I turn to look at him, my own body spent and satisfied, a gentle smile playing on my lips.

The cool air of the cave caresses our naked forms, a stark contrast to the heat that still lingers between us. I can't help but laugh, a soft, contented sound that echoes off the stone walls.

"What's so funny?" Aurel asks, his voice still rough with passion.

I shake my head, the afterglow of our lovemaking making me feel giddy. "Just... this. Us. It's... it's incredible."

He reaches out and takes my hand in his, his fingers intertwining with mine. "Yes," he agrees, his gaze never leaving my face. "It is."

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