Page 124 of Fractured Souls

She writhed, suddenly desperate to have him inside her. “Please, Nythian.” Her voice was low, sultry, cracking slightly—she barely recognized herself.

Something inside him broke, and he thrust inside her, and he was huge and undeniable, pushing deeper, filling her completely.

He brought pain with the pleasure, groaning deeply as he fucked her, his lips capturing hers, his hands tightening around her neck, his powerful body moving back and forth, fangs sinking into the soft skin of her neck.

He was savage with her, and she loved it. Under the cover of darkness, all she could do was give in to the sheer force of him.

She was floating.

She was free.

Nythian went faster, faster. The prominent ridge on his cock carved over her clit, making her squirm, making her howl like a banshee.

So he did it again.

And again.

Forcefully, deliberately, he turned her into a quivering mess, and this time there was no room for her to reciprocate, to take back control.

He was simply taking what was his.

Suddenly, he withdrew, and she found herself flipped over on all fours, and he was inside her again, taking her from behind, stretching the slick walls of her pussy, his hands curving over her breasts, teasing her taut nipples. He slipped a finger inside her mouth, and she sucked and bit down. His other hand went to her clit, his devious fingers making small, mind-blowing circles.

Now their roles were reversed. He was the void, and she filled his need.

She let go of the last shreds of her self-control.

It was the most liberating thing she’d ever done.

Her right hand burned with barely contained power, but she didn’t use it on him, because it wasn’t what he wanted right now.

She just knew.

And she didn’t want him to stop.

She reached out and pressed her palms against the chair to steady herself as Nythian’s thrusts became wilder, and the blissful pressure inside her core grew and grew, and then…

She went into complete meltdown as he climaxed, arching her back, letting him wrap his arms around her. He pulled her against him, his muscular arms wrapping around her, a fierce cry escaping his throat.

Gasping, she collapsed against him as pleasure soaked through every cell in her body, and he held her tightly until they were both coherent again.

“You’re crazy, Kordolian,” she said at last, still breathless. Her skin was slick with sweat, her body tingling all over with the afterglow of her climax. She eased off him and turned, placing her changed hand on his chest, letting her power ripple through him, just a little. Even though she couldn’t see him, she felt closer to him than ever before. Just his warmth, the fast but steady beat of his heart under her hand, the feeling of being safe in his arms…

It was everything.

“No,” he rumbled. “Now I am fine.”

“So I was right to go after you, then.”

“Perhaps,” he growled. “But in future, if we go into a hostile situation, you must do as I say.”

“Of course,” she said gently as she curled up against him, feeling perfectly contented. “Unless I know better.”

He let out an amused snort at that, but then his tone became serious. “You are irreversibly linked to the Tharians now. I take it you will want to go back there at some stage?”

“You already know me too well.” He was right. She was caught between two worlds now. As Anuk passed through the portal, a strange transformation had taken place inside her. Bits and pieces of Tharian lore had inserted themselves into her memories, things she didn’t completely understand yet.

It wasn’t like she’d become this omniscient being all of a sudden; the knowledge was highly fragmented, and she still had to make sense of it all, but she knew things that no other human in the Universe knew.

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