Chapter 16 #3
“And I’m far from being even remotely done with you.
” He shucked out of his pants and shoes, standing there like the god of death, with his tattoos, scars, insane physique, and massive cock, ready to reap and destroy.
The day he walked into the shower room at Halálház, I think deep down I knew I was done.
He burned every bridge a guy before or after could cross.
“Kovacs.” He gripped my face, an emotion I had never seen flicker in his eyes. A naughty grin tugged his mouth. “I fuckin’ missed you.”
He could write that on my tombstone, because with four words, he obliterated what was left of me. From him, those words were everything.
With a punishing kiss, he grabbed my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the sink.
His gaze was unwavering and lethal. The tip of him hinted at my entrance, a cruel smile on his face as he toyed with me.
The need for him to be inside me, to experience every inch of him sinking into me, had me clawing for mercy.
“Want this, Kovacs?” He pushed in a little before pulling back out.
A growl came from me, making his smirk widen.
“How bad did you miss my cock in your wet pussy?”
“Farkas.” I ground out. “I’m about to fuckin’ kill you.”
His head tipped back in a laugh, the rare sound filling me with more crazed desire.
“Warwi—”
My sentence was cut off as he thrust deep inside me, all the way to the hilt, hitting every nerve like he was trying to obliterate me with one stroke.
A moan I felt from the depth of my toes rolled from my soul, stretching and filling me so deeply, the air dissipated from my lungs as my muscles squeezed around him.
“Fuck!” Warwick hissed, pulling out almost to the tip before driving even deeper. “How does this still feel so fucking good?”
I understood. Our link had made sex so unbelievable there wasn’t even a word for it. Merging realms and time. Our bond shook the soil we stood on and the air we breathed. But while the connection was gone, it didn’t seem to make it any less intense.
It was us.
The bond accelerated something that was already there. Our lives were linked with or without magic.
He pumped into me deep and steady, his eyes drilling into mine with a passion he didn’t need to put into words. I could still feel the rage, resentment, but there were also a million other things there, thousands of emotions and connections that tied us together.
“Deeper.” I tore at his skin, my hands curving over his firm ass, pushing him harder into me. “More!”
He pulled out, yanking me off the sink and twisting me around. He pushed one knee onto the counter, parting me so wide, I felt the cold air trickling from the small window glide through me, emphasizing the wetness seeping from me. A groan huffed from me, my need desperate and aching.
“Watch me fuck you.” He gripped my hips, slamming back into me so hard a silent scream opened my mouth.
My muscles quivered from the unbelievable sensation as I watched him pound into me, bouncing my tits, the sound of us slapping off the walls.
A noise howled in my throat, not at all sounding human.
And in that moment, I no longer felt human. Something inside me snapped, and it roared with vengeance.
I became only need and desire, demanding carnage and blood. The connection might be gone, but it didn’t change who Warwick and I were. We loved like a battlefield. Slaughtered and destroyed, taking no prisoners.
Warwick yanked on my damp tresses, curving me deeper into him, producing a growl so loud it vibrated through my bones. His eyes, bright and full of carnage, met mine, and I countered with “more.”
His grunt was feral, as if something in him unleashed, spreading me wider.
Unrestrained and so brutal, I felt frozen.
The air propelled from my lungs, my entire body shaking as my climax came hurtling for me, though I wanted him to keep fucking me.
Forever, if it was possible. To never not feel this real and feral.
There was a power in being primal. Only fulfilling your basic desires and have no consciousness outside of that.
It tapped into the basic drive of people, even when we were layered with emotion and context.
His free hand slipped over my hip, gliding through my folds. Snarling like a beast, he pounded into me so hard, his balls slapped my pussy, shoving me over the edge.
My climax crashed into me with force, my body locking down on him, taking it all.
Warwick’s roar was deafening as his restraint broke, losing all control, his hips pumping with bruising force, forcing another orgasm to burst through me as he released inside me.
He filled me so completely, it spilled down my leg, branding me inside and out like a tattoo.
“Fuck.” He growled deeply, his fingers sliding up my inner thigh, catching his seed and pushing it back into me, rubbing it over my clit, hitting the bundle of nerves. “This is fucking mine.”
Everything blacked out as my body responded violently, my limbs quaking.
My body physically was on earth, but I wasn’t.
As I burst into pieces, becoming part of every molecule, I saw a flicker—a girl with an iridescent aura around her, the grey, and a massive man by her side, the wolf, slaying everything in their path, their power unmeasurable.
It was only for a second, and I felt it more than remembered it.
All I understood was that Warwick and I walked the line, and even if we lived in the gray, we fucked in color.