Page 47 of Dark Desire
“I feel so full! Have I done it yet?” she panted, her face wincing with slight pain. I glanced down and smirked.
“Halfway there.”
“What?” she shouted, shaking her head again. “Fuck no!”
“Fuck yes,” I growled, gripping her hair in my fist. She groaned as my hips shifted a little, causing her to take another inch. I could tell she secretly loved the pain. It made her so fucking wet. She was slick, her body making the perfect lubricant to take me, and she didn’t even know it. “A little more. And I promise, when I start to move, I’ll reward you for it.”
She bit her bottom lip as she dropped down another inch, and I started to shake from my own restraint not to thrust up into her, so she took the last bit. I needed patience. Let her adjust. And then, once I knew she was good, I’d lose all my fucking control.
When she finally took all of me, sitting on my lap with my spiralled cock filling her to the hilt, she panted against my parted lips.
“Such a good fucking girl for me.”
She moaned as I shifted her hips, controlling her movements to make her roll and grind on top of me. The groves on my cock massaged all the right spots and soon she was screaming and begging for more. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I lifted her hips and thrusted into her, slow and steady at first until she got used to the sensation. She screamed and cried with pleasure, her tits bouncing in my face as I held her arms behind her with one claw and circled her clit with the other.
“Oh fuck! Yes, Ambroz, more! I’m going to come!”
Roaring, I slammed into her as she squirted all over my abs, soaking me with her delicious arousal. I flipped us so she was beneath me on the sofa and I could really move, pounding into her with centuries of neglect. I’d waited so fucking long for this. For her. And finally, she was all mine. We’d come so fucking close to losing her because of our own stupidity and hers. Never again. A sudden realisation struck me as I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.
“You were willing to give your soul to another demon just to free me from my raven form?” I growled, thrusting harder with furious strokes over the fact she’d even consider it. “Does your life mean nothing to you?”
She moaned through a dark chuckle, a sound full of pain and amusement that made me frown deeply. “I could say the samefor you. You nearly got yourself killed… by fighting a demon from The Underworld… to stop him from taking my soul.”
I roared at the reminder. “And I’d do it again.” Thrust. “I don’t give a fuck who they are.” Thrust. “No one is taking you from me.” Thrust. “Fucking understand?”
“Yes!” she screamed, her orgasm smashing her to pieces beneath me. Her walls tightened and squeezed the last of my control out of me as I met her at the precipice of pleasure, pouring myself into her as I roared into her neck. My fangs pierced her skin, claiming her as mine while her rich blood pooled in my mouth. Holy fuck, she was divine. With my cock pumping my cum into her and her thick blood gliding down my throat with each possessive tug, I experienced my first moment of heaven on Earth. When I released her from my bite, I pushed my body weight off her with my hands and peered down at her beautiful face. She’d passed out from the pleasure and blood loss. Fucking a demon would do that to you.
I groaned, my cock still pulsing inside her, demanding I fill her with more of me. I wasn’t sure it would ever be enough. Wrapping my arms around her body and allowing my wings to cover us, I dropped my head to her neck, licking away the blood and kissing every inch of her as I started to move my hips again, stroking the inside of her slowly with my cock until it roused her. The feel of my cum seeping out of her as I thrust drove me wild. Soon, this woman would be mine in every way possible. I wanted to own her soul more than anything, but I knew I needed Zoran to be okay with it, too. And I wasn’t sure how to take his silence. He was still processing. But I knew how I felt. Her soul would be mine for all eternity. The thought of it made me untamed, powered by pure desire for this little witch beneath me. I groaned, growled and licked at her skin, rutting into her and feeling that tingle up my spine as the intensity of my pleasure grew at a rapid rate. She moaned softly, somewhere betweenconscious and dreamland. Her eyes fluttered as I pounded into her harder, and when those sparkling eyes as bright as the sun refocused, I came with a roar. She gasped and moaned, watching me shudder and fall apart on top of her as I pumped her with more of my cum.
“Did you just fuck me again while I was passed out?” she breathed, her tone sounding more intrigued rather than pissed.
“Sorry,” I muttered against her neck, burying my head in her hair and breathing in her scent. “I couldn’t stop.”
“Then don’t,” she demanded, causing my head to lift to stare at her in surprise. She smiled at me, and my cock twitched inside her. “Unless you’re done?”
I pulled out of her to the tip and thrust back in, sending her body higher up the sofa as she squealed. “I’m nowhere near done.
Chapter Sixteen
Iwoke to the sun high in the sky, streaming through my still-broken window. I smiled, yawning and stretching the delicious, aching muscles that could only come from copious amounts of exertion. Yes, I’d spent the entire night and most of the morning fucking a demon. A DEMON. My stomach erupted in flutters and I rolled my face into the pillow, giggling like a lunatic. My soulmate was a vampire-demon hybrid! Halle-fucking-lujah. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was finally winning, even though this life might not last much longer.
That harsh thought sobered me from my glee. How dare I be fucking happy, huh? I lifted my face and brushed aside my tangled, matted curls from the pillow and looked at the empty side of the bed next to me, hoping to see black feathered wings, spiralling horns, and that ribbed cock. I frowned. Spinning around, taking the sheet with me to block the chilly breeze, I froze when I saw him.
Sitting in the leather armchair, completely naked in all his glory but with an unhappy, pained expression on his gorgeousface, was my soulmate. The other one. My red-haired, green-eyed Viking with brooding intensity.
We stared at each other as if it was the first time we were truly seeing one another. My gaze travelled over his incredible naked body. The sunlight glistened off his tanned skin, highlighting every sculpted muscle but also casting a spotlight on all his scars and burns. Just like his demon side, he was so beautiful. Unfairly gorgeous. But the pain in his eyes carried countless unspoken words. For the first time, knowing only a glimpse of who he was and what he’d been through, I realised I was looking into the eyes of a broken man. And every molecule of me wanted to find a way to piece him back together. I just wasn’t sure where to even start, or if I even could. I wanted to run into his arms and hold him. Kiss every scar and burn until they no longer carry pain. But I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Ambroz was… different. He’d suffered, yes. But he was driven by primal needs and possessiveness. Zoran was more guarded and closed off.
I swallowed, lifting my knees to my chest under the sheet and wrapping my arms around them. I whispered, “Hey.”
He didn’t respond. Just continued to stare with those green eyes that seemed to swallow me whole. I licked my lips as I frantically tried to come up with my next line. There was so much to say, so many misunderstandings to clear up, and so much to explain. I opened my mouth and then closed it again before squeezing my eyes shut and rubbing my forehead in frustration. His intensity drained all the air from the room and made it so goddamn hard to think straight.
He suddenly stood up, making me raise my head in surprise. He held my gaze, jaw tightening, before reaching for the dagger I hadn’t noticed on the table beside him. I gulped, lowering my eyes to it and then back up to his unreadable face. Did he still intend to kill me? He stormed towards me, and I flinched back, causing him to halt by the side of my bed. Anguish creased thelines on his face, and his nostrils flared as he stared into my eyes. Then, he did something I wasn’t expecting at all.
Reaching forward, he grabbed my hand and slammed the dagger into it before dropping to his knees. My eyes widened when he yanked my hand forward and pressed the point of the dagger to his throat.
“What are you doing?” I yelled, trying to tug it away, but his grip tightened, forcing the tip into his flesh as blood started to pool around it. “Zoran!”
“Do it. I don’t deserve to live. Slit my throat. I’ll shift into Ambroz, and you can finish me for good.”
