Page 107 of His Darkest Desire

She needed more, but it was too much. Too overwhelming. She was right there, she was so close. But she couldn’t push just that little bit further, couldn’t make her body take what it so urgently needed, couldn’t—

“Vex, fuck me,” she begged. “Please. Fuck me hard.”

Snarling, Vex dropped his hands to her hips. His claws bit into her flesh as he seized control. He bounced her atop him, eyes fixed upon that point of connection. Fixed upon his cock, glistening with her slick, slamming in and out of her. Each thrust was harder than the last, faster. Fiercer.

“Oh God,” Kinsley cried, clutching her breasts.

“There is no god here,” he growled. “Cry out for me.”

Sharp, needy moans escaped her, and the firestorm inside her finally burst. Digging her nails into her skin, Kinsley threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut. His name tore from her throat on a rush of ecstasy.

Her essence surged from her sex, coating her thighs as her cunt clamped and pulsed around his cock.

“Kinsely,” Vex groaned, thrusting into her once more and seating himself deep. His cock thickened before flooding her with stream after stream of his heat.

Kinsley hummed. It was like his magic had flowed into her, swirling and thrumming, and she ground her pussy upon him, wanting to prolong those sensations as much as possible.

After everything had finally waned to a lingering sense of euphoria, she released her breasts and dropped her hands to his thighs, panting.

Vex stroked her hips, soothing the small cuts his claws had inflicted. Kinsley didn’t even register any pain. His palms moved over her reverently, worshipfully, before settling low on her belly.

“Twice you have taken my seed,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “Soon enough, it shall take root, and you will bear our child. Then we will be free from this realm. Free from this curse.”

Everything stopped in that instant. Kinsley’s heart, her breathing, her thoughts, the world around her; all frozen in time. When the universe lurched back into motion, she was filled with a sickening dread that chased away all her heat, chilling her to the bone.

Opening her eyes, Kinsley sat straight and looked down at Vex. “What did you say?”

He smiled at her. His eyes brimmed with layered, complex emotion—adoration, lust, joy, and hope, underlaid by an old, faded sorrow. “To break the curse binding me to this place, I must sire a child. Our child.” He brushed his thumb over her belly. “Then we shall be free to go as we please, to make a home anywhere we choose.”

Kinsley’s heart raced as panic and disbelief closed in on her. How was this right? How was this fair? After everything… After everything.

This was why Vex wanted a child, why he needed a child. Why he wanted her.

No. No, he wants me. He just doesn’t know.

And when he finds out? What then, Kinsley? You’ve been down this road before.

Inadequate, insignificant, unworthy.

Defective.

She shook her head, tears burning her eyes as she struggled to breathe. “No. This… This isn’t happening.”

Vex planted a hand on the bed and pushed himself up, brow furrowed and mouth downturned. He cupped the back of her head, forcing her to look at him, and searched her gaze. “What ails you, Kinsley? What is wrong?”

But Kinsley couldn’t speak, and all she could see was the hope that had been in his eyes. Hope that he would finally be free of the prison he’d been trapped in for so, so long.

A sob burst from her, and she tore herself out of his grasp, away from his body. His seed, the very seed that was meant to create life, ran down her thighs as she climbed off the bed. She grabbed the rumpled blanket and wrapped it around herself, needing that barrier, needing that protection, though it did nothing to diminish her sense of vulnerability.

The bedding rustled behind her as Vex moved, and Kinsley tightened her grip on the blanket, tears spilling from her eyes.

Why? Why does it have to be this way?

“After what we’ve shared, you withdraw from me as though repulsed?” he asked. “I’ve not forgotten your objections to our pact, Kinsley, but this... It is the natural outcome of what we’ve done, of what we’ve become. And the breaking of the curse will not be the end. There can be no end to us.”

Kinsley’s chest constricted, and her breaths came in short, shallow bursts. Guilt and pain surged inside her. “I can’t.”

He took hold of her shoulder and forced her to turn toward him. He’d risen from the bed, wings gone, eyes blazing, features taut. “Can’t what, Kinsley?” His gaze softened before he lifted a hand to brush away the tears on her cheek.

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