Page 119 of Shattered & Returned

“This,”he hissed against my ear,“is claiming. I’ll fuck you so thoroughly you’ll forget everything, until I make you remember who owns you.”His hips snapped forward, punctuating each word.“I’ll fill you with my seed and imprint your flesh, and neither of us will regret a damn thing.”

“No regret,”I gasped, bracing against the onslaught.

His answering growl thrummed through me as he set a brutal pace. I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies crashing together in a frenzy of skin and sweat. Stars burst behind my eyelids, my vision whiting out with each punishing drive of his hips.

“That’s my girl,”he snarled, pounding into me harder and faster.

I was lost to it, the wildfire between us, the coil of pleasure tightening to breaking point. When it snapped, I erupted on his cock and shattered with a scream, his name the only word left in my universe.

His teeth pierced the skin on my shoulder, the sharp sting tipping me over another edge. Beneath us, the earth responded, vines sprouting from the ground, twisting upward until a single rose bloomed: petals black as a starless night, edges glistening like fresh blood.

Chapter

Forty-One

Ravencrux

Caught in Gold

Her cheeks flushed, her panting so sensual it set my blood on fire. My woman was the most exquisite creature in any realm. Her unawareness of beauty only made her more stunning, and her compassion, the only goddess who ever possessed it, made her rise above all. Just the sight of her made my heart hurt and my need burn brightly.

“You talk dirty all the time,” she gasped, the words breaking as I thrust deep.

Her walls clamped down on my cock, pulsing violently as she came hard. I rode through her orgasm. I wasn’t done with her yet. I’d never be done.

“And I’ll do filthy things to you,” I vowed. “All night. Every night.”

Yet beneath the hunger for her, gratitude burned. She was alive in my arms, pliant and wanting. Her desire was mine, and mine was endless.

Before her climax faded, I pulled out and lifted her. She protested in a breathless whimper until I settled her onto my face. My tongue dragged over her, drinking her nectar, basking in her scent. She rocked against me, no longer shy, grinding her wetness over my mouth. Every movement was so erotic, my cock throbbed in pain, needing to be deep within her again.

But I held back. I needed to savor her first. My mate’s arousal was its own addiction.

Then I gave her what she craved, pleasure infused with pain. My fangs grazed her clit, teasing before I nipped. Her scream was music, her gasps heating my blood. Nothing sounded sweeter or sexier. She came again, shuddering uncontrollably, her release dripping onto my tongue like pure honey.

And then it got rougher. Filthier.

She took control, shoving me onto my back with a strength that startled us both. The timid girl who’d first stepped into my academy was gone, replaced by this wild, demanding woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

“My turn,” she growled.

Fuck if that didn’t make me harder.

She straddled me, but when I reached for her hips, she swatted my hands away.“No touching unless I say so.”

I arched a brow but obeyed, lacing my fingers behind my head.“As you command, my queen.”

The words escaped before I could bite them back, but she was too consumed by her newfound dominance to notice. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving crimson trails that vanished almost instantly. She frowned, then did it again, harder,watching with dark fascination as my immortal flesh stitched itself back together.

“Does it hurt?” She dug deeper.

“Yes.”I bared my teeth in a grin.“And I fucking love it when you do it.”

She leaned down, biting my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Pain lanced through me, straight to my cock, and I growled. Pleasure came later.

She was learning what we both needed, that edge of pain that made the pleasure sharper, more real. After eons of numbness, of hollow existence, she made mefeel.

When she finally sank down onto my length, I closed my eyes and groaned in ecstasy. She set a punishing pace, riding me like she was trying to break me. Her hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. I could have easily broken her hold, but I didn’t. I let her have this control, this dominance she’d never dared claim before.

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