Page 125 of Of Spindles and Nightfall
“I’m not finished with you,” he growled against her lips.
“I want you, Zarathos. Fuck me until I can’t see straight. Ravish me till I beg you to stop.”
Gods, how he adored this female. His tail slid around her thigh, the tip tracing over her Bloodbound mark. It had to be burning, just as his had ignited beneath the skin.
“I will stop when you tell me to.”
And bit by bit, he worked his way into her. He wasn’t sure if he did it to torture himself or her, to see her want him so badly. She grabbed his ass and moved on his cock before he was fully seated. Even though the monster within him roared to take her, to do whatever gratified him, he wanted her to know that he controlled the beast.
But the manner she was thrusting before he was even completely inside was making his restraint slip.
“Ary…Ary…” he choked.
“Let it go, Zarathos. Don’t hold back for me. I can take it.”
He emitted a hiss, and the beast took over. He slammed into her. Aryana gasped, but then moaned. “Yes, Zarathos. Again.”
He thrust into her again and again, his movements becoming harsher each time.
Godsdammit. Thefeelof her on his cock.
The tightness of her clenching around him. He couldn’t get enough of this. He’d never have enough. Running his tongue over her throat and shoulder, he then pressed it into her mouth, claiming every part of her at his whim. His hands grasped her breasts and squeezed, holding their lovely fullness in his grasp. She was his.His.
He’d taken other females before, but he’d never desired to claim them like this. As his. With Aryana, he wanted nothing else. He’d take her until she begged him to stop. He’d take her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
His pleasure built and built. A beast roared inside, and then it was coming out of him, breaking from his chest as he released it intothe room. Aryana was tearing deeper into the sheets, going into the mattress. Her mouth was open, her cries of ecstasy matching his. Shit, he wasn’t being gentle. There must be a part of her that enjoyed the pain.
She looked at him, her eyes blazing with dark desire. “Again,” she hissed.
And her beautiful hips rocked her form against his cock. Tightening against it, rubbing, rubbing. In an instant, the pleasure began to build again.
Oh, gods. He let out a low moan.
“Aryana,” he gasped her name in a guttural growl. Zarathos was an animal now, only caring about the heat in his body, about the sensation of himself buried so deeply inside her. He wasn’t certain where he was, and he didn’t care. There only was this moment with this female, bringing him to the tip of ecstasy as she thrust against him.
He drove harder and harder.Shit, yes. Shit.He pulled out almost all the way before plunging even deeper. She grasped his shoulder, her chin inclined, her eyes rolled into her head, nails digging into his shoulders, scratching deep, drawing blood.
The world split and he could no longer see, only feel. He roared and swore as he spilled into her. This time, he didn’t wait before he started fucking her again. Sweat covered his body, rolling down his chest. Leaning upward, she licked it off of him. Each movement grew more intense, the more tender they became, and it took mere moments until he climaxed again. And again. And again. And judgingfrom her sounds of ecstasy, she tipped over the edge as often as him.
He didn’t know how long they went. Only that they were a mass of bodies and wetness and moans and cries of pleasure.
“Zarathos,” she gasped at last. Her hair was covered in sweat, her eyes wild. “I can’t. Not again. We have to take a break.”
Never. She’d given herself to him and he’d take untilhewas satisfied. He gave a low growl and gripped her thighs, determined to thrust in her again.
She extended her hand and caressed his face. “Zarathos. It’s me. You love me…and…”—she swallowed, her eyes softening—“I love you.”
The words hit him like a punch and suddenly he was grabbing the beast and hurling him into his cage. He stared at her in disbelief. “You love me, Vampress?”
She stroked her fingers over his cheek. “You’ve gotten under my skin in ways no one ever has. You see all of me, every broken part, and instead of turning away, you love me because of them. I’ve never known anyone like you. I’m yours, Zarathos. Forever and always.”
Oh gods. A strange mix of light and a deep, lingering fear washed over him. Was this going to ruin everything?
He pulled out of her, and she released one last moan. His gaze was fixed on her, with her legs still open before him, his cum sliding out onto the covers. But she didn’t seem to care. Fuck. It made him want to take her all over again.
And yet, there was more he needed to focus on at the moment.
He rose and stumbled over to the vanity table.
