Her hesitation was exquisite. Teetering on the brink of oblivion.
“We can give you more power than Lucian ever could,” I said.
Her pulse was rapid beneath my palm.
Her breath hitched, the briefest hesitation before she leaned into it, leaned into me.
“Yes,” she gasped. I relaxed my grip and she let out a cry as Bastian thrust hard and deep into her.
Bastian’s laughter filled the space, triumphant and wild. He pressed his mouth to her neck, drinking in the thrill of her submission, while Avril’s head fell back and her body tightened in climax.
Avril’s head turned to me and she reached out.
“Greedy girl,” Bastian grunted.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Titus—”
I didn’t need her to beg. I walked around the chair and reached down to grab her waist. Bastian groaned as I pulled her off his cock, but he didn’t try to stop me.
Avril let out a gasp as I threw her against the scarred wooden table and she gripped the edge as I unbuckled my belt and pushed my jeans down. She lifted one knee to the edge of the table, opening her pussy for me.
I stroked my hand quickly over my cock and with a groan I couldn’t bite back in time; I thrust into her hot depths.
“That’s it,” I said, as her inner muscles clenched around me.
I drove deep into her and Avril’s cry tore through the air as she gripped the table until her knuckles were white. Her body arched against me with every thrust and Bastian was there, watching us both closely. A wicked smile played across his face as he pushed his hand into Avril’s hair and tightened his grip. He bent her back so he could fondle her breasts, tormenting her until she was shuddering beneath me.
“Fucking perfect,” Bastian said, his voice low and rough.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, but she didn’t beg for release, didn’t try to pull away even when I reached between us to find her clit and rubbed it in harsh little circles that made her clench hard around my cock.
“You want more?” I asked, knowing already what the answer would be.
“Please—” she groaned.
I slammed harder into her before she could say anything else. She didn’t hold back this time. Her body shuddered, and she cried out, clutching desperately at the table as if it was the only thing anchoring her to this world.
Every thrust dragged her closer to the edge, every punishing stroke pushing her further from the girl she’d been. I watched her lose herself, felt her surrender beneath me, and couldn’t decide which was sweeter: the way she strained against my control or the way she finally gave in to it.
She was intoxicating.
“So much stronger than you let on,” Bastian said with a breathless laugh, “and just as hungry.”
The black smoke of Bastian’s magic wound around her throat, tightening and relaxing in rhythmic waves to drive her pleasure higher. Bastian stroked his cock in front of Avril’s lips. My thrusts drove her onto it, choking her as Bastian pushed his hips forward to fill her mouth and fuck her throat.
His head fell back and Avril moaned as he filled her throat with his cum. When he pulled out, it drooled from her lips and onto the table and the stone floor as I fucked her hard. Her body shuddered at the edge of her release, and then Avril gasped again as I drove deep and held there. Her silken depths tightened around me in a way that was almost painful—almost—before I came with a guttural groan.
Avril trembled beneath my weight, shuddering and gasping for air as her climax rippled through her.
“You’re going to be one of us,” Bastian murmured as he bent close enough to kiss her shoulder. “I knew you had it in you.”
I pulled out of her and watched the way she sagged against the table before straightening with that same quiet dignity that made me want to break her all over again.
“We wouldn’t let Lucian have you,” Bastian said, his voice low and intense now. Avril’s head turned toward him sharply as she tugged her ruined cashmere down over her ass. She didn’t quite believe him yet. But she would.
My cum dripped down her leg, but she didn’t flinch.
She rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth and met my gaze.