Page 31 of Twisted Fangs

Rhea smiles at me, a look of vulnerability flickering across her face. "Show me," she says, her voice a sultry dare.

I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all of my pent-up desires into the connection. Our tongues tangle in a dance of passion, each stroke fueling the fire that burns between us.

My hands slide down her body, finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. I break our kiss just long enough to toss the garment aside before my lips are on hers once more.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as our kiss deepens.

I reach between us, my fingers deftly undoing the fastenings of her pants. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I slip my hand beneath the fabric, finding her hot and ready.

"Valen," she breathes, her body trembling with anticipation.

I stroke her slowly, teasingly, reveling in the way her body responds to my touch. "Let go, Rhea," I say, my voice a low growl in her ear.

With a shuddering gasp, she does just that, her body convulsing around my hand as she cries out in ecstasy. The sound of her pleasure is like a symphony to my ears, stirring a primal satisfaction within me.

As she comes down from her high, I withdraw my hand and shed the rest of our clothing, leaving us both bare in the dimly lit chamber.

I lift her once more, aligning our bodies perfectly. With one swift movement, I'm inside her, filling her completely. She gasps, her body stretching to accommodate me.

I begin to move, each thrust drawing a moan from her lips. The sound of our bodies colliding echoes off the stone walls.

Rhea matches me thrust for thrust, her newfound strength adding a fierce intensity to our lovemaking. It's wild and untamed, a reflection of the lives we've led and the bond we share.

As we climb higher and higher, our movements become more frenzied, our breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I can feel her body tightening around me, her climax building with each passing second.

"Come with me, Rhea," I say, my voice a hoarse plea.

With a final, shuddering cry, she does, her body convulsing around mine as her orgasm crashes over her. The sensation of her clenching around me is too much to bear, and with a guttural groan, I find my own release, spilling myself deeply within her.

For a moment, we stay like that, our bodies joined together in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. I can feel her heart beating in time with my own.

As I gently set her back on her feet, I can't help but smile at the sight of her—disheveled, flushed, and absolutely radiant. She looks at me with a mixture of adoration and awe.

"That was..." she begins, her voice trailing off as she searches for the right words.

"Amazing," I finish for her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

The world around us fades. There's only Rhea and the fierce, protective love that she's awakened within me.

22

RHEA

The dungeon's air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the musk of fear that clings to the stone walls. Valen moves with a quiet strength beside me, his crimson eyes scanning the shadows for danger. We work together like a well-oiled machine and dispatch the remaining dark elves with brutal efficiency. Each kill brings me a savage satisfaction, a testament to the power that now flows through my veins.

We navigate the dark labyrinthine corridors of the dark elf manor. My senses are heightened to an almost painful degree. My vision pierces the darkness, every detail sharply defined, as if the world has been reborn.

Valen's hand finds mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. "We'll find them," he assures me confidently. I nod firmly, squeezing his hand in silent gratitude. His presence is a comforting constant amidst the chaos. My beacon of hope in this forsaken place.

We soon come upon a heavy wooden door, the scent of my parents' fear seeping through the cracks. My heart pounds loudly in my chest as Valen reaches for the iron handle, his muscles tense and ready for whatever lies beyond. The doorcreaks open slowly revealing the dimly lit room where my parents have been held captive.

The sight of them, bound and battered, ignites a fresh wave of fury within me. But as I step forward into the dim light, their eyes widen in shock at the sight of me—a Vrakken, a creature of darkness and power.

"Rhea?" she asks. My mother's voice is hoarse, disbelieving. She blinks, as though trying to reconcile the daughter she remembers with the formidable being standing before her now.

I kneel gently beside them, my hands working quickly to unshackle their bonds. "It's me," I reassure them, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. "I'm here to save you."

My father, always the more stoic of the two, studies me with a mixture of awe and concern. "What have they done to you?" he asks, his gaze lingering on the faint glow of my eyes.

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