“Don’t.” I snarled, needing him to let go. “Give me everything.”
He dove in so deeply a bellow broke from my lips. He grunted, taking my hands and pinning them above my head. I grabbed onto the bones decorating the wall behind me, holding on as his mouth sucked my bouncing tits as he sank in deeper. Fucking me so hard, moans I couldn’t even control heaved from my lungs.
“Harder!” I demanded, though my body already felt like it was splitting in half in the most delicious, unbelievable way. He was everywhere. Inside and out. Completely consuming me, ripping me from reality. The feel of him skated over every inch of my body, his teeth biting, his tongue licking, his hands touching. And I gave it back with a vengeance.
The spirits zoomed around us, whipping up more electricity, rocking the skeleton chandelier. Frantic and devouring, the energy coming from us crackled in the air. It was like I had been electrocuted. Gasping, I bucked against him, meeting his passion with my own, his cock throbbing deep inside me. The sound of him fucking me, our ecstasy resonating off the stone, embedded into the bones.
The bones in the wall scraped and dug into my own, cutting into my flesh, my blood spreading over them, becoming part of me.
I felt my orgasm scratching and clawing its way through my body, shattering what was left of me. The tsunami, if I let myself fall, would obliterate me. I understood that, but I also couldn’t stop it.
“No... not yet,” he gritted through his teeth, pulling out of me, placing me back on my feet. Before I could object, he flipped me around, pressing my breasts into the wall of bones, plunging back into me so hard, a hoarse moan rasped up my throat.
His hand wrapped through my hair, pulling my head back, sending shivers down me as he drove in harder, my naked body rubbing and smearing against emblems of death.
It was morbid and perverse, which only made it more erotic.
There was such a thin line between life and death. Deceased and living. And Warwick and I trampled that line, suspended between both.
“You like that, princess?” He growled in my ear as he forced me firmer into the wall, rubbing my core against a bone. “You are so fucking twisted and dirty.” He yanked my head to the side, his mouth consuming mine hungrily.
I felt his tongue everywhere, flicking my clit, while his mouth claimed mine, he nipped down.
“Oh gods!” A bellow coiled my spine as my pussy clamped around him, pulsing and taking.
“Szent fasz!” Holy fuck! He roared, going even deeper, spiraling me out into oblivion.
Like earlier, light burst through me, a crack of lightning. Electricity took over every molecule, rupturing every nerve, taking me away from this world.
Light. Darkness.
Life. Death.
Nothing. Everything.
Suddenly my brain flashed with an image of a screaming baby coated in afterbirth, the night sky igniting in vibrant colors above the infant, then it switched to a man lying motionless in blood-drenched grass. Warwick... his eyes closed, his form black and burned, his neck at an unnatural angle, the same night sky cracking and glowing over him.
His eyes burst open, and like in the book, he looked right at me.
“Sötét demonom,” he growled, his hand touching my face.
The moment he did, a booming howl came from behind me, bringing me back to myself. Warwick drove in so deeply I felt myself fall over again. A piercing cry broke free as I felt him release inside me, my fingers curling around the ribs bones to keep myself standing. Every pulse was hot and claiming, reaching far deeper than skin.
He invaded.
He invaded and consumed me, touching me far deeper than skin. Destroyed. Took, burned, and razed me to the ground.
Nothing would ever come close to the feel of him. My chest heaved with the utter destruction, the bliss shattering everything I knew or had understood.
“Fuck, princess,” he growled in my ear. He swept my hair over my shoulder, his chest moving in and out against my spine, his breath skating down my neck over my sweaty skin. “What the fuck was that?”
Still deep inside me, he took in a stilted breath. It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t just me shaking.
“I-I don’t know.” My voice was raw, my mind a jumbled mess of bliss and fear. What the hell was that?
He stepped back, pulling out of me, instantly making me want him back. A hollow feeling. Empty.
Twisting around, I watched his firm ass stroll toward his trousers, snatching them up. He paused, leaning over a stand holding skulls, the chandelier above his head still swinging. Taking a deep inhale, his back muscles flexed with every intake.
I sensed his confusion and the fear he was trying to hide and felt every wall he was trying to put up between us again.
“What the fuck are you?” he mumbled, more to himself than to me.
I couldn’t talk, my mind and body still in pieces.
“You fucking lit up.” He whirled back to me, his lids narrowed, almost accusatory.
“I what?”
“When you were fighting back the spirits...” His gaze traced over my naked form, the feel of his fingers brushing over my hips and breasts, forcing me to suck in. “I was like a fucking moth to a flame.” He prowled toward me until his toes hit mine, his nose flaring. His chest pushed out with fury. “I couldn’t stop.” He snarled at me. “I’m a legend. A warrior. Death can’t fuckin’ touch me... but I couldn’t fight you.”
“Maybe I’m death,” I snapped back.
“No.” His hand clamped down on the back of my head, bringing our faces an inch apart. His chest brushed my nipples, hardening them. “You feel like fucking life. Like air in my lungs.”
He yanked me into him, his mouth finding mine, savagely devouring me. Flames shot up my spine, melting me into him.
Warwick didn’t kiss. He devoured. Conquered.
Owned.
And I knew I would never have enough. His lips parted mine; his tongue deepened our kiss. His hand twisted into my hair, digging into my scalp, yanking out my ponytail, letting my hair tumbling loosely down my back.
“I’m no better than them,” he muttered against my mouth. “A fiend... the devil clamoring to drain everything from you. Destroying you.” He tugged on my bottom lip. “Never having enough.”
“Good.” My nails dragged around to his ass, pulling him into me. “Because I’m not your angel of mercy, Farkas. I’m not good. Like you said, I’m dark and twisted. I don’t care about morals or the fact you have a family. I’m your dark demon.”
A growl vibrated off the walls as his mouth seized mine, kissing me so powerfully I could feel it through every inch of my bones. His fingers laced through my long strands, yanking my head to look up at him.
“My family,” he grunted. “I would do anything for them. Anything. They are the last bit of me I have left in this world.” His grip tightened as he felt me trying to pull back. “He’s my nephew... that woman is my half-sister.”
“What? Your half-sister?” I tried to jerk back, but he kept me close. “Why didn’t you tell me? You—you let me believe she was your lover!”
“You were the one who ran with that idea, accusing me without even asking.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I snapped. “The boy in your arms... he looked so much like you, and she was so beautiful and stared at you like you were her universe.” Now that I recalled, she had the same dark features as the boy, as Warwick. My brain twisted it to see only one option. “You betrayed me. Gave me to Killian.”