The pleasure they derived from us only racked my body with more desire.
Our real hands explored, gripping and tearing at each other to get closer, wanting to carve through each other, marking and breaking everything in our path.
“Warwick.” Desperation and fury coated my tone.
Consume me.
Devour.
Destroy.
I didn’t care. I wanted to be left in cinders.
Hitching me higher up the wall, he teased my entrance with his tip, producing a whimper from me.
“You want me inside you? My cock deep in your pussy?”
“Yes.” I breathed, too far gone not to plead.
He gave me no other warning before he thrust into me, my mouth tearing open in a silent scream. Electricity burned through my nerves, torching everything, ripping the oxygen from my lungs as he filled me.
Brutal and vicious.
Ultimate pleasure.
Extreme pain.
This was even more intense than before, like he had crawled inside me, striking everything on fire.
A roar clapped off the walls, the sensation shredding through him as well, doubling the feelings crackling through my system. I felt both our desires, making me choke for oxygen.
He pulled back and drove in with vehement rage.
I cried out, adjusting to his size, drowning in the overwhelming ecstasy as he pumped in again.
“Oh. Gods.” I felt the ghost of his tongue trail down my back, nipping and licking over my ass. His fingers nowhere near my breasts flicked at my nipples, making my spine curve. I attacked back with as much vigor.
He wrenched my hair, yanking my head back as he drove in even deeper, his harsh grip making me pulse around him.
“Pokol!” Hell. His shoulders tightened as the phantom me licked up his thigh, taking his balls into my mouth and sucking. “Fuuuuccck.” A deep groan belted from his chest, a wild spark flickering in his eyes.
He pulled out of me, dropping me to my feet. Before I could utter my grievance, he threw me down onto the mattress on my stomach. He shucked off the pants and briefs around his ankles, displaying his magnificent naked physique. He snarled and growled like a beast as he climbed down. He was no longer the man, but the myth.
The Wolf.
Yanking my hips back, Warwick drove in so deep, hitting every nerve making me howl like a savage myself.
I didn’t care if the entire world heard. There was no etiquette left. No consideration.
We were monsters and beasts. Untamed and feral.
The bed creaked and screeched under his punishing assault.
“This fuckin’ pussy is mine,” he rumbled. Brutally he drove into me like he had no restraint, impelling loud cries from my mouth. “Say it.”
I pinned my lips together, not wanting to answer. It was my way of punishing him in return. It only escalated his vigor.
“Say it, princess,” he gritted, his fingers digging into my hips, the sound of his skin slapping mine.
Owned with need, my core pulsed, hungry for release but endlessly thirsty for more. I never wanted to stop. Bucking against him, I met his passion with my own. The building reverberated with the echoes of him fucking me viciously and relentlessly, our ferocity making everyone outside this room sounding frantic and crazed, adding to our sadistic demand.
Darkness bled into the edges of my vision, my head spiraling out of control. Sweat coated my skin as my climax stampeded up my spine, destroying everything in its wake. I couldn’t stop it, but I also knew I would not be coming out of this.
Not the same anyway.
The bed scraped harshly across the floor, digging crevices into the wood, before I felt the frame give out. We crashed down with a loud bang, the impact pushing him in with force. He hit so deep inside a guttural scream exploded from my gut. The feel of him rubbing along my chest, my mind, locked me up with merciless carnality. My core squeezed around him. Unforgiving and punishing.
He let out a cursed bellow, barreling through any walls I had left up, scaping through my insides, and breaching my soul.
I thought I had felt pleasure before, had experienced agony.
This eclipsed and crushed it all.
It was like I had been electrocuted from the inside. The instant orgasm he caused earlier by invading my walls was nothing compared to this. The impact of sensation ripped me clean from my body, torn away from earth.
I became particles. Specks of the past and present collided together.
I felt Warwick inside me at the same time I leaned over his corpse during the fae war, almost twenty years ago. The sensation of magic punched through every molecule of our bodies, threading us together through time and space. I could feel no difference between then and now.
A loud cry of a baby in the distance, the engulfing power of magic singing through my bones. I could smell the thick, acidic odor of blood and dirt under me, feel magic sizzle at my skin, taste it on my tongue. I heard the crackling of lightning, the shots of guns, the screams of death.
Bringing him back to life while I could feel our climax burning through my muscles made me everything and nothing at the same time.
Life and death.
He penetrated every inch of me inside and out.
He possessed. Pillaged. Burned. Took. And shredded.
Anyone else would have been a husk. Remnants of his massacre.
But I was not anyone. I was his dark demon. A thief. A fighter. An executioner.
His savior.
I raided his flesh, stole his mind, and seized his soul. Pilfering everything I could as we climaxed together. Sizzling the air as if lightning would strike us here. Energy swirled in the room, swinging the dim chandelier above as if ghosts had been summoned from nearby, responding to our call, stirring up both the living and dead for miles. I felt their force, the crazed energy churning around us, adding to the fevered atmosphere.
A roar punctured the room, rattling the windows as he impaled himself further, filling me, marking and claiming my pussy as his. Sharp ecstasy wound through me, melting my muscles.
His body fell on mine as we collapsed onto the mattress, the bed in pieces around us. His cock still pulsated inside me, not done releasing, filling me more, burning me up, like he was making sure he engraved his very being into me.
There was no gentle fluttering down from the high, the release making you sweetly sleepy and sedated. This felt like war. Like I had crawled out of the trenches, bruised and beat up but thrumming with life. Blazing with fire. Energy knocked around inside me, injecting every molecule in my body with power. It was an elation nothing else could reach.
Pleasure didn’t stop rolling through me. My frame shook violently; our energy tangled and fought together, like locked horns, unwilling to unwind from each other. Banging and knocking at each other till a bloody death, neither of us relenting.
“Sotet démonom.” My dark demon. A deep growl sank in my ear, his hips rocking in one last time. As if he hadn’t obliterated me enough, the power of that name crushed the last bit of my defense into dust.
I came again with a severe spasm, a noise crying from my gut, my body seizing.
My eyesight went dark.
“Fucking hell, princess,” his husky voice rumbled, stirring me back to consciousness. I had no idea how long I passed out. It could have been seconds or minutes. Time didn’t seem to matter or really make sense anymore.
His mouth skated up the back of my neck. I loved the weight of him on me, our skin sticky with blood, sweat, cuts, and bruises.