Chapter 8 #2
The need was so feral it choked the air. Even the spirits stirred around us, their energy pumping, adding to the electricity in the room. Zapping and hissing.
Ripping off his shirt and getting rid of his shoes, he swept me up again, my legs circling him, his cock throbbing against me, making me more desperate. My head went back as he kissed down my neck, my nails clawing at his back.
His warm mouth covered my breast, arching me farther into the wall. The bones fashioned into the stone dug into my spine.
Life and death.
It branded us.
Owned us.
Created us.
This man would consume me. Devour and destroy me.
He’d burn me to the ground, but I would rise up from the ashes and demand more.
“Warwick . . .” I moaned as his tongue flicked my nipple, his lips sucking. Fuck, this man’s mouth alone could obliterate me.
He was everywhere, imaginary and real, gliding inside and out, twisting me into nothing but desire. My mouth opened in a silent cry as his real fingers slipped inside and curled into me.
“Fuck, princess,” he hissed, pumping harder into me.
“Gods . . .” My arms wrapped tighter around him, trying to end the ache in my pussy; the hunger was turning to pain. “Now.”
“I’m not going to be gentle.” He growled, pushing me back into the wall, our eyes meeting.
His hand pressed against the wall, the tip of him hinting at my opening, making me try to climb higher, my emotions so tuned I felt like a cord about to snap.
The need for him was something I had never experienced before, so intense I became savage.
“Don’t you dare,” I grumbled, scratching his skin until I drew blood. “I think you know I am far from fragile. Death doesn’t even want to fuck with me.” I glared into his eyes, challenging him. “Do you, Wolf?”
Like I summoned the beast, an animalistic snarl reverberated off the walls, his mouth taking mine, his imaginary tongue sliding down my body, sucking my clit, forcing my chest to heave.
With a growl, he thrust deep into me. I experienced every inch of his skin, his soul, his heat, as he slammed into me.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
“Fuuuuuccck!” I heard him bellow while the same cry ripped from my lungs.
We both froze at the intensity. Blinding light and flashes of scenes went through my mind too fast to catch. My body was overwhelmed with so much pleasure and pain, tears pricked my eyes.
The ache of his size mixed with the unbelievable bliss. It was so much; every muscle started shaking. I could feel him inside, creating surges of electricity shattering through nerves, tearing oxygen from my lungs, like a thousand mini orgasms building together.
I had been with enough men to know this was not normal . . . not even in our abnormal situation.
A vein bulged from his neck, and I could feel the same blood pumping through the vein in his cock, turning me even more delirious.
A deep sound hummed from his chest. His grip on my hips bruised my bones as he thrust in deeper.
A roar boomed off the walls, his chest heaving like he was feeling everything I was.
“Kovacs.” His hands went to the wall beside my head, and for a moment, his legs dipped. “What the fuck?” His voice was like gravel. “I can’t hold back.”
“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.
“Sotét 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.”