Page 32 of Bound By Darkness

“I…” The words die on my tongue.

“I hate this power you have over me,” he mumbles as he reaches down and outlines the shape of one of my breasts over the white fabric of the dress. My nipples are as hard as stones. “Cambion is right. I’m weak.”

He pulls his hands away and then, gripping each side of my dress, he rips the material straight down the middle, pulling each piece apart until I’m lying there, completely naked. His eyes are instantly glued to my nipples. He covers them with his rough palms, and I close my eyes in spite of myself. I can feel myself growing wetter.

“Cambion isn’t right,” I counter, opening my eyes to look at him. Dragan glares back at me.

“If he could see me now, he’d kill me, I have no doubt.” He trails his fingers down my stomach and pushes my legs apart. “But he has no idea what you feel like, because he’s never been inside you,” he goes on, and parts my sex with his index finger. He looks up at me then and I arch underneath him as I feel his finger touching my clit. “Fuck me, but I never want him to be inside you,” he adds as he pushes his finger into me and I moan out.

“Dragan,” I say, and he pushes another finger into me.

“Again,” he commands. “Say my name again.”

“Dragan,” I repeat.

Then his eyes are on mine and they’re determined, narrowed and harsh. “My name is the only one I ever want to hear on your tongue. Do you fucking understand?”

“Yes,” I agree as he thrusts a third finger inside me.

“Mmm, you’re so wet.”

“Please,” I whisper, needing to feel his erection inside me. I need his seed; I need him. I’m not sure if it’s the Succubus speaking through me but at this point, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is… him.

I watch him fumble with his pants and, seconds later, he frees his engorged penis. He spreads my legs even farther apart and pushes into me until the entirety of his cock is sheathed inside me. I scream out in pleasure and slight pain from underneath him, sinking my fingernails into the taut skin of his back. His muscles shift beneath my hands as I cling to him and he thrusts repeatedly.

“Say you’re mine,” he demands, his eyes suddenly finding mine again.

“I’m yours,” I answer instantly, without even having to think. He reaches down and begins rubbing my clit and I explode almost immediately, feeling my legs seize up as the orgasm claims me from head to toes.

It’s maybe another second before he pushes into me as far as he can and clenches his eyes shut as he releases himself. When he finishes, he’s panting. He collapses against my breasts for a moment, but then seems to remember himself because he pulls out of me and eagerly busies himself dressing.

“You’ll speak of this to no one,” he says, without turning around.

“What about my dress?” I ask as I hold the two ripped pieces together, trying to cover myself in an almost shy manner, which seems completely ridiculous considering what we’ve just done. But now Dragan is icy in his behavior towards me and I feel self-conscious and ashamed.

He faces me again and closes his eyes, holding up his hands to the ravaged fabric I hold in mine. His lips move as he recites an enchantment. Moments later, the two halves sew themselves back together as if by an invisible needle and thread.

He’s already completely dressed.

“It’s time we get back,” he announces, and I notice with chagrin that he doesn’t offer me a hand up. Instead, he turns on his toes and starts marching back towards the camp. I’m left with no other option but to follow, because I know if I try escaping now, he’ll easily run me down.

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DRAGAN

What the fuck did I just do?

How the fuck did I just… What the hell is wrong with me?

Didn’t I learn my goddamn lesson with Lamia? How the hell could I have possibly…

Truth is, I’m as much a fool as Cambion thinks I am.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why can’t I resist the pull of this woman?

Even after I know what she is!

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