Darius Bonus Chapter #8
I laughed, and she bit my lip so fucking hard that she drew blood, the metallic taste rolling between our tongues.
She pushed the torn shirt off of me and I helped tug it free of my arms before throwing it aside.
Roxy broke our kiss to press her mouth to the tattoo which curved around my collarbone, her lips hot against my skin as she kissed her way across the ink that decorated it, moaning like she’d been wanting to do that for a while.
I gave up on trying to hold myself back and moved my hand between us, pushing my fingers into her panties and groaning as I found her soaked core. She was fucking drenched for me, her pussy so wet that it was practically begging me to sink my cock deep inside and fill every dark place within her.
I circled my fingers around her opening, teasing her with what she was so clearly aching for, while her fingernails bit into my shoulders and she panted needily against my skin.
Roxy’s thighs tightened over mine, the heels of her stilettos cutting into my legs and drawing a grunt of pain from my lips which she clearly enjoyed all too much.
But I wouldn’t give in so easily. I wanted to hear her begging for it, I wanted her moaning my name and saying ‘please’ before I’d sink my fingers into her tightness and make her come all over them.
My fingers circled within her panties again as I forced myself to hold back, wanting to hear my name on those pretty lips of hers, but of course she wouldn’t just give in to me like that.
Roxy pushed herself upright, leaning back as her hands moved behind her spine and she unclasped her bra, drawing it off and making my throat tighten as I took in the perfection of her tits.
I lost all focus on whatever game I’d been trying to play, groaning as I took my hand out of her panties and pushed her back so that I could gain access to that newly revealed flesh.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth, making her spine arch to give me more room and dragging it between my teeth just roughly enough to make her cry out.
Her voice echoed off the stone walls of the throne room, and a fucked-up piece of me wondered if someone might hear us and find us here.
The press was crawling all over this place, and the sight of me with my cock deep inside a Vega on the throne we were supposed to be warring over would most certainly make the headlines.
But despite knowing that this was insanity of the purest kind, I couldn’t even imagine stopping now.
She was right here, in my arms at last, and I needed to be inside her more than I needed anything else in this world.
Roxy gripped my hair in her fist, kissing me again as I shoved my pants down, done with waiting, just needing to feel her around me.
She stared down at me with such heat in her eyes that it scorched my skin, and I drank in every perfect inch of her body in return.
She was unreal, this creature of myth whose beauty had enraptured me beyond the point of all reason, and my need to lay claim to her was a burning, desperate thing which could only be put down to some spell she’d laid upon me.
But whatever it was, I didn’t care. The need I felt for Roxanya Vega defied all logic, and I wasn’t fool enough to question it now.
I lifted her up, and her nails bit into my biceps hard enough to draw blood as she held herself there, letting me drag her panties down her thighs, baring herself to me and making my mouth dry out with desire.
I leaned in and kissed her again, worshiping her mouth and marvelling at the fact that she was here in my arms, wanting this just as much as I did, laying claim to me despite all I had done and how little I deserved her.
She drew back, her gaze locking with mine as she lowered herself down onto my cock, and I gripped her ass as I pulled her down harder, inch after inch of me filling that soaking tightness, knowing she could take it all.
Her breath caught as I drove in deeper, a groan burning up my throat as she took me, and I pressed her down, needing to be as deep in her as physically possible, stretching her and filling her until she moaned for me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful , Roxy,” I breathed, my eyes roaming over her features, and her green eyes flashed with anger at that name.
But it was her name. She was Roxanya Vega, daughter of the Savage King and heir to the throne which we were currently fucking on.
It was the reason for all the animosity between us, and it was the reason for this being such a terrible fucking idea, and yet the feeling of being inside her was so undeniably perfect that I wasn’t ever going to be able to look on it as a regret.
She rocked her hips, beginning to fuck me, and I watched as she rode me, thrusting deep to meet her every move, the sharp points of her stilettos cutting into my thighs only making this high better.
I deserved the pain, deserved whatever punishment she might offer me in payment for this pleasure, and I’d take everything she was offering so long as it meant I got to be here with her like this.
My hands roamed over her body as I thrust up into her, my mouth on hers or sucking on her nipples, biting at her neck, anything and everything while we fucked so fast and brutally that my mind spun with it.
Roxy cried out for me with every thrust as the rage between us collided, her spine arching beautifully and the sounds of pleasure echoing all around us.
Someone would hear. I half thought to cast a silencing bubble, but I was so lost in her that I couldn’t focus to do it.
I just needed more and more, harder and deeper, her screams making my pulse pound as she took my cock so beautifully.
Her hands fisted in my hair, her nails cutting into me as she punished me for all I was and all I’d done, using me and challenging me with every roll of our bodies against one another. I met her brutality with my own, relishing the way she moaned for me as I did.
Our kisses were bruising, my grip tight enough to mark her perfect flesh. I pulled her long hair and bit her skin, every touch of pain met with more moans of pleasure as she simply challenged me for more and more.
I drew water magic to my fingertips, coating them in ice, then running my hand down her stomach, steam rising as they met with the burning of her flesh which was alight with the power of her Phoenix.
Goosebumps rose wherever I touched her, and she groaned as I dropped my chilled fingers to her clit. She swore at me for it, and I kissed that filthy mouth, tasting her anger as I found a rhythm for my fingers in time with each powerful thrust of my cock deep inside her pussy.
Her body tensed where I held her, her climax coming, and I knew she was fighting it, making me work for it as I fisted my free hand in her hair once more, holding her in the perfect position as I fucked her deep and hard.
Her spine arched as oblivion captured her, and I growled with satisfaction as she finally lost all sense of control and came with a cry of utter bliss laced with the perfection of her calling my name.
Her pussy gripped my cock as her orgasm tore through her, and I thrust deep into her as she drew me after her into euphoria.
My grip on her tightened to the point of bruising as I came so hard my vision darkened and a growl of utter pleasure tore from me.
I came deep inside her, filling her, marking her, making her mine, at least for that moment.
She sagged against me, our heavy breathing filling the space as she pressed her forehead to mine and trembled in the wake of that explosion.
Without thinking, I dropped the shields surrounding my magic and she let hers fall away too, the intensity of our power uniting making every buzzing piece of flesh between us light up once more.
Her pussy pulsed around my shaft, and she cursed me as release found her again, the aftershocks of what we’d just done consuming us both.
I folded my arms around her as I drew her to me, not wanting to let go, and I coaxed her lips to mine as my need for her to see me made any trace of sense fall away.
My tongue pushed into her mouth slowly, and she kissed me back with the same devout worship I was offering her as my hands slid up her spine in a gentle caress, soothing any small hurts the brutality of our fucking had left behind.
That kiss was something different, something far beyond lust or desire, my heart thundering to the tune of it as I offered myself to her with it, every scrap of myself, every flaw and truth of me.
Her fingers trailed up my chest until she was cupping my jaw between her hands, and the depth of that kiss made my chest ache with all the unspoken words that hung between us.
We finally broke apart, pulling our magic back into ourselves as we tried to catch our breaths, and I frowned as I tried to make sense of what was happening between us. Of what had been happening for a long time now.
“You’re going to be the ruin of me,” I growled in her ear, and she pushed herself back just enough to look down at me, her gaze open and unguarded for once as she studied me.
“Not if you destroy me first,” she breathed, painting the lines of my jaw with her fingertips, the caress so unexpected that I could only stare at her as she did it.
I gently swept her hair away from her face and inched her back so that I could look deep into those endless eyes. “Is that what you think I’m trying to do?”
She gazed back at me for a long moment, and I could see the walls slowly building themselves up again as she thought over all that had passed between us, my heart thundering with the desire to tell her whatever it would take to keep us in that moment, even as I felt it slipping away already.
“I don’t know,” she replied.
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” I muttered, unsure how else to respond, what I was supposed to say. It wasn’t like I could undo all I’d done. Wasn’t like I could change who we were or what stood between us, but some foolish part of me wished I could.
I leaned forward to kiss her again, wanting to just linger in this moment with her, spend the night worshipping her over and over again, just make it last that long. But she drew back, gripping one of the Hydra heads as she climbed out of my lap and moved to retrieve her clothes.
My lips parted on some protest or admission or maybe just a plea for this not to end, but the words caught in my throat.
I didn’t know what I could possibly say to her to change the way this was going, and I honestly didn’t even think she wanted me to.
The set of her shoulders told me what I needed to know.
This was just another mistake to her, a lapse of judgement which she wanted to forget, just like she had the last time we’d lost ourselves to this madness between us.
I watched as she drew her underwear back on, then she took my shirt from the floor and put it on too. That made sense as her dress was currently little more than a few burned scraps of fabric, but I didn’t hate the way she looked in my clothes.
I followed her lead and pulled my pants back on, feeling her eyes on me as I refastened my fly.
We looked at each other for a moment where a thousand words rose to my tongue and none of them made it past my lips.
I could see that wall in her eyes once more, and I knew that nothing I could say would bring it back down again.
And it wasn’t like I could remove the objects which would always stand between us anyway, no matter how much I may have wanted to.
Roxy blew out a breath as my gaze roamed down to her exposed thighs, the sight of her in my shirt enough to make me ache, the possessive beast I was liking it far too much.
Should I tell her that? Should I tell her that despite everything, I wanted her to be mine?
That I had no idea how that would work, no way of promising her anything at all other than the fact that I wanted her to be mine and I would be hers if only she said the word…
Roxy snatched her ruined dress from the floor, then turned and walked out of the room, without so much as a word.
My heart twisted as I watched her go, the need to call out to her and say…fucking any of the things which were consuming me. But as she strode up the staircase which led out of the throne room and into the Queen’s wing of the Palace of Souls, she didn’t so much as glance back at me.
And I didn’t figure out what to say before she was gone.