Chapter 37 Braiden
The need for her is so fucking bad, that I devour her like a starving beast, as though I’ve been caged and denied her for centuries.
Her taste is fire and salvation all at once and I can’t stop…
I won’t stop. The way she melts into me, the heat clinging to her skin, it sets something wild, loose inside me.
I can’t think, I can’t breathe properly. I just need her.
The power inside me thrums as if it’s a living thing, burning hot and merciless, syncing with the pounding of my pulse. It isn’t just me who craves her, this darkness inside, this ancient force clawing through my veins, wants her too. It hums and drives me forward with a hunger I’ve never known.
Every brush of her skin against mine sparks it higher, every breath she exhales into my mouth fuels the fire.
The want is maddening, primal. It whispers that she belongs here, bound to me by flesh.
I crush her against me, my lips bruising hers with need, and I can’t tell where my desire ends, and the power begins.
Níl a fhios agam ach… ní ligfidh mé di imeacht choíche.
(All I know is… I will never let her go.)
My teeth graze her bottom lip, a bite shy of breaking skin, and the sound she makes nearly destroys me.
Her nails rake fire down my shoulders, but the sting only makes me harder.
My cock strains against me, throbbing, desperate to bury itself deep inside her heat.
Every mark she leaves feels as if it’s a claim, but it’s not enough.
I want her entire body carved into mine, branded so there’s no escape.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps against my mouth, her body arching, pressing closer, as though she feels the same consuming hunger. I grip her ass in both hands, pulling her hard against my cock so she can feel every savage twitch, and every ounce of raw pulsing need.
“Mine,” I growl against her lips. My voice is low, guttural.
It’s not just from me… but from this thing inside me.
Her moan is the spark that sets me off. I lift her easily, slamming her back against the wall, the force rattling through her body into mine.
I grind against her, almost feral. My cock jerks violently against her core, promising ruin if I don’t sink into her soon.
Overcome with need, I seize her hips, letting her legs loose before I rip her leggings clean off in one brutal, tearing motion.
The fabric shredding beneath my hands as if it's made of paper.
I toss them on the floor without a second thought as her gasp cuts through the air, only fueling the fire raging in my veins.
Her legs wrap around my waist in a swift, needy clutch, locking me in place.
My cock throbs violently, as I drag the head over her soaked pussy, every rub sparking a growl from deep in my chest.
Her nails dig deeper into me, and her lips crash against mine, bruising, as if she wants to consume me the same way I want to consume her. The power coursing through my vein's snarls with approval, urging me to make her scream my name so loud it rips the walls apart.
“Braiden,” she gasps. I cut her off with another savage kiss, grinding my hips harder against her.
My cock jerking, leaking with how badly I need to be inside her.
I tear my mouth from hers and drag my lips down her throat, biting hard enough to mark.
Her pulse hammers wildly beneath my teeth.
She moans, arching into me, and the sound nearly unravels me.
“I’ll ruin you,” I growl into her neck, my hips grinding against her, “and you’ll beg me for more.”
Her thighs clamp tighter around me, pulling me closer. “Braiden, please,” her voice cracks in a pleading beg.
I grind my hips against her again, harder this time, swallowing her cries with my mouth.
“Braiden…” she whispers against my mouth, the sound desperate, and it shreds the last tether of restraint I have.
With a guttural growl, I rip the last shred of fabric separating us, throwing her t-shirt to the floor.
Then I press the head of my cock against her entrance, sliding it in just enough to coat myself in her wetness.
She whimpers as her back arches off the stone wall.
Tá an t-ocras ársa istigh ionam ag borradh. (The ancient hunger inside me roars.)
With a savage thrust I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt.
She screams my name, the sound vibrating against my lips as I swallow it whole.
I slam into her again, harder, until her back cracks against the stone and her legs tremble around my waist. Her nails rake deeper into my flesh, tearing hot lines across my shoulders, feeding the beast inside me.
“Mine,” I snarl against her throat, biting down hard enough to bruise, to taste her skin as she cries out. The power surges through me, ancient and wild, making every thrust sharper, until I swear I’m splitting her apart.
Her cries echo off the walls, but she doesn’t push me away, she clings tighter, pulling me deeper, dragging my soul into hers with every pulse of her body.
I grip her thighs, spreading her wider, driving into her with brutal precision.
Her walls clench tighter, squeezing me so fucking perfectly I nearly lose it.
The power burning in my vein's roars, urging me to take her harder.
She screams again, her nails digging deeper and I slam into her again, until the sound of skin against skin fills the air, raw and filthy.
“Say it,” I growl against her lips, my breath hot, ragged. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpers, the raw desperation in her voice making my pulse thrum like a war drum.
As if I’m a man possessed, I pound into her, chasing the high of her body gripping mine, dragging me under.
When she shatters beneath me, screaming my name like a curse, I let go.
Her body convulses, her muscles tightening around me like a vice, dragging me into the abyss.
I slam a hand against the stone wall beside her head, holding myself up as my release tears through me, violent and unstoppable.
I spill into her, every thrust a desperate claim, a vow I don’t even know how to put into words.
The darkness inside me lashes out, seeping into her, marking her from the inside out.
When the last waves of ecstasy crash through us, I collapse forward, burying my face in her neck, breathing her in, as though she’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this world.
My cock still pulses inside her, reluctant to let go, as if it knows better than I do that leaving her isn’t an option.
“You undo me,” I rasp against her skin, my voice broken and raw.
The sudden sound of footsteps snaps me from the haze of desire. They echo across the floor loudly, each one striking like a hammer against my skull. My pulse spikes, and every nerve in my body screams that something or someone is here.
“What do we have here?” The voice drips with menace, reverberating through the room as though ice is crawling over my skin. Every hair on my body stands on end.