Page 48 of Last Ride of the Umbra Fae

“Are you alright?” she asked.

Words evaded me momentarily as I realized I would never let Fang have her as long as I was breathing.

I smiled faintly before nestling into the crook of her neck, my body moving with hers as I kissed her soft bronze skin. “Yes,” I said, thrusting harder, “my Desert Storm.”

I whispered against her mouth, curving a hand beneath her lower back. Without leaving the warmth of being inside her, in a quick motion, I moved our bodies so she straddled me.

“Now, show me how you like to ride.”

She lifted herself off my body, hovering inches above the slick and wet surface of my cock. She was on full display, a dark angel in the midst of our bond across a night sky. A wicked grin curled her lips as she slid all the way down, claiming me with such a vibrant, deviant gaze, I thought I was flying.

“Do you want to know something?” I asked, thrusting my hips as I enthralled her into my essence.

She pulled me up until our chests were touching. Her voice was nothing more than a low murmur, as she was purely hypnotized and hanging on my every word. Darkness swirled around our hips, a shadow slithering around my waist, over our thighs, and the swell of her ass.

“When we are one, as we are now, I can manipulate your power, Desert Storm,” I said as it solidified into a lasso, her body tied and bound to mine.

Her eyes narrowed in on me as she bit her lower lip. In a whisper, she called upon mynai, and it kneeled to her every whim as I continued to stare in a daze. The scent of licorice filled the air. She summoned the piece of candy into her mouth and sucked on the remaining length before pulling it out and slipping it into my mouth. I chuckled as I bit off the end piece.

This was pure ecstasy.

“I have a little secret too,” she said, honing my gift as hers as she wrapped a thread of my power around my neck, tightening it around my throat.

“I want every part of you, Ryder.” She tugged on the rope. “Give it to me,” she demanded, slowly riding the length of my cock. Her eyes churned like lavender-honey magic, starlight in the way she made my own fucking power bow to her.

“I am yours, Desert Storm. Take everything from me as I will from you.”

She pressed her palms against my chest, gripping me and riding at such a punishing pace that every ounce of my power was a star caught in her orbit. She took the reins and rode the fuck out of me with the same pace as she lived her life.

Hard and fast.

We watched the bond form before our eyes, the both of us riding a dangerous path, not knowing where it would lead us. Ifelt her pussy clench around the base of my cock as I moved my hips with hers. Together, we chased that high, searching for the brightest star, uncaring if we burned in the process. She gasped, leaning down and burying her hands in my hair. I had a firm hold on her hips, helping her keep that pace.

“Ryder, please don’t stop,” she moaned.

I loved hearing her beg. “Say that again, and this time, look at me.”

“Don’t stop or I’ll kill you.” She smirked before deepening the kiss.

I plunged deeper. “You are so perfect in every fucking way,” I said, making sure every thrust rubbed against her bundle of nerves. Another groan rumbled in my chest, rendering my next thoughts useless as her moaning intensified.

She found her orgasm at the end of my words, and it all came crashing around us as I followed right behind her. Those sweet moans calling my name unleashed a primal growl within me. I grabbed onto her, holding her against my chest as my swollen, throbbing cock slammed and came inside her. With every thrust, I felt her clenching and pulsating around me, and together, we rode that high until it slowed.

She collapsed onto the bed, nestling herself into the crook of my body as I pulled her into my embrace, trailing my fingers against the scars on her arm. Her palm rested against my beating heart.

We were spent, and I was nearly gone.

“I told you I would make you mine,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.

Vessaand I spent the rest of the day exploring one another’s bodies, weaving our magic together and smoking the blended herb she’d gotten from End’s Wrath’s pouch from her pipe made of bone. She was a killer with grace as she sat in the center of the bed, naked and tucking a loose lock behind her hair before wrapping her lips around the pipe’s ivory tip, inhaling until she felt the burn. Everything she did was beautiful. We ascended upon that high together, clothes no longer a necessity as I sat on the edge of the bed, strumming a faint melody on my guitar while we spoke about our pasts between drinks, peeling back the layers we’d kept hidden within ourselves. The memories hurt less in one another’s presence. She watched the strain of my forearms as I plucked every string. Before I knew it, I was placing the guitar off to the side and moving inside her again.

In the back of my mind, I wondered what bone she would rip from my body if she ever caught wind of who I really was. And as her nails dragged down my back, I realized something...

I was less of a villainwithher, but I would become any monsterforher.

She might be the devil, but she was also dancing with one.

Nighttime fell. I didn’t hear the last words she spoke as sleep claimed her, but I knew I would be haunted by what was to follow.

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