Текст книги "Desire in His Blood"

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Chapter 31

Gemma

“Ludayn,” I gasped out, running back up the tree-lined pathway Azur and I had just walked down earlier that morning. “Ludayn, what was that?”

I shuddered just remembering. A terrible dragon-like beast, its wingspan formidable and its roar deafening. Its gray scales had reflected the morning sun, and I couldn’t believe that just mere moments ago, there had been peace through Laras.

And Azur went barreling straight for it, I couldn’t help but think.

Ludayn’s limp wing didn’t deter her speed as we raced back toward the keep. She had a firm grip on my arm.

“A kyriv,” she answered, breathless and panting. “From the north. From the Kaazor.”

“What about the villagers?” I asked. “Your mother! Kalia!”

“The Kyzaire will cut it off before it reaches Laras. But he won’t be able to battle if he’s worried about you, Gemma!”

Battle? I thought, my blood running cold.

I swallowed the huge knot in my throat just as we burst from the shaded, cobbled road, only to find Zaale hurtling toward us from the keep.

“Get inside,” he ordered me. “Ludayn, take her up to her rooms and—”

“No, I need to make sure that he’s okay,” I argued, already striding past him. The observation tower in the south wing—I would be able to see Azur from there. I would be able to see the kyriv from there.

I sprinted, nearly knocking over keepers in my path, cursing my lack of wings in this enormous keep. For the first time, I was jealous of the Kylorr.

“Gemma!” Ludayn called after me, but I paid her no mind. My legs were pumping. My lungs were tight as I raced up seemingly endless flights of stairs and down long corridors. But finally, I made it up to the south tower, bursting into the circular, empty, dusty room.

I went out on the balcony, gripping the banister as I peered south.

A gasp escaped my lips at what I saw, a thread of surprising terror winding its way into my chest, gripping my heart.

Azur was fighting the kyriv.

High in the sky over the lore field, though I saw Azur trying to draw the kyriv away from the village. There was a rider on the winged dragon’s back—another Kylorr, dressed in black garments and riding low, holding on to what looked like chains.

A Kaazor? They could control the kyriv?

The kyriv swooped low, heading for the lore field, his clawed talons unfurling from underneath him. They wanted to destroy it, I realized, my heart pumping. They wanted to destroy it just before the harvest.

Azur was there, the gauntlets he wore on his forearms flashing in the morning light. I’d always wondered why he wore them when he left the keep. Now I knew why. How many kyriv had he faced before?

The blades extended from his gauntlets, long and terrible and wickedly sharp. A muted roar, an aching screech shook the land as the kyriv felt Azur’s blades. They sliced long lines down the beast’s chest as Azur flew beneath him, quicker than I could blink. Black blood leaked over the land as the kyriv veered, retreating back from the field, though still near the outer walls.

Azur shot up into the sky until he was blocked out by the rising sun. The way he moved was incredible. Different. I watched as he hurtled straight over the kyriv, dropping vertically so he could dislodge the Kaazor rider.

A burst of sound came from behind me as Ludayn finally reached me.

She joined me on the balcony, her lips parting, her eyes widening at what she saw.

“Raazos’s blood,” she whispered, her gaze flitting to me. “He’s in a rage. Because of you.”

Because of me?

A rage?

I froze, my eyes swinging back to my husband. Was that why he was moving so fast? Or why he’d been able to pierce the thick hide of the kyriv with just his gauntlets? As I watched his closer, I saw what I couldn’t see before.

He was larger. Much, much larger. The seams of his clothes were ripped. Even his wings seemed like they’d grown.

I thought back to the carvings in the hallway. The Kylorr were berserkers at their very core. It was what made them so dangerous, because they could tap into unfathomable strength.

And Azur had just released his.

The kyriv was going to die.

Now I knew why Ludayn hadn’t been worried about her mother. About the village.

Because she’d known that Azur would protect it. His home. His territory. His family’s keep.

Perhaps the kyriv or its rider didn’t realize their own doom because I watched as they tried to press forward into Laras, circling back over the lore field and making for the village. The giant shadow of it spread below, so dark that it looked like a stain on the land, until I realized that it was its own blood.

But Azur didn’t let it advance toward Laras. I watched with bated breath as my husband tangled with the kyriv in midair. Swinging his blades, jumping back with a mighty gust of his wings, before darting around the beast. Quicker than the kyriv—or its rider—could react.

I gasped, dread pooling in my belly, when I saw the kyriv manage to swipe out with its bottom talons—merely by chance—catching Azur across the chest. A bellow sounded from my husband’s throat, though it wasn’t one of pain. It was one of fury. His movements sped. In disbelief, with my hand clasped to my throat, I watched his speed become so fast it was almost like a blur. But I saw the kyriv react. Flapping its wings, trying to dodge, snapping with its long snout and sharp teeth but catching on nothing but air.

Then Azur appeared over its neck. As if he’d appeared out of thin air.

It happened slowly. I watched Azur catch the rider across the throat with his gauntlets. I watched the rider fall off the kyriv’s back, plummeting to the land, though I knew he was already dead.

Then I watched as Azur brought those blades down with one mighty roar that seemed even louder than the kyriv’s.

The blades sliced cleanly.

The world seemed to sway as I watched the kyriv’s head separate from its body.

In his rage, with his berserker strength, Azur had sliced a dragon’s head clean off.

The slain kyriv shook the earth when it boomed onto the ground, missing the lore field entirely but crushing the walls that the delicate plants lay within. Its head rolled.

This land is soaked with Kaazor blood, Azur had told me just that morning. And Kaalium blood.

I wondered if this was part of what he’d meant.

A deafening cheer rose up from Laras, reverberating all the way to the keep, snapping me from my daze of disbelief.

Ludayn’s shoulders sagged. She took a deep breath for the first time in what had seemed like hours. The moments had passed slowly and yet lightning fast. I was dizzy, perhaps even in shock as I stared at my husband, who I just now realized was racing back to the keep, his wings pumping mightily. Gaining and gaining.

And blood.

Blood was dripping from him. His own?

Gods, I thought, a choked sound emerging from my throat.

“Go to him,” Ludayn urged. “He needs you.”

I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even truly comprehend her words as I ran back into the tower from the balcony and raced down the stairs.

Before I ever reached the landing, I heard Azur land in the foyer, flying straight through the doors, which Zaale had had the good mind to keep open. Zaale hesitated, staying back. As were the other keepers that had flooded the entryway, all wondering what they should do.

I peered over the railing, gripping it tight with both hands, my heart pumping in nerves and anticipation and worry and fear.

I was gasping for breath as Azur roared, “Where is my wife?”

Blood was dripping down his chest. A deep wound was soaking the front of his vest from where the kyriv had caught him with its talons. But he didn’t even seem to feel it.

He was massive. In a full-blown rage that I should’ve been terrified of. He looked twice as big. His clothes were ripped at the seams, and I watched as he tore off his vest and dropped it in the entrance foyer, shredded like parchment in his big palms, a mere annoyance to him. Exposing an impossibly muscled chest that looked like it had been carved from marble. His wings were stretched wide. Tension strummed through him. I could actually see him shake from it.

He needs you, Ludayn had said.

“Azur,” I called out from above, looking down at my husband, determination coursing through me.

His head snapped up to me, a loud growl echoing all the way up to me. A predator. And he’d just sighted his prey.

“I’m here.”

Chapter 32

Gemma

I had no warning.

He launched himself up quicker than I could blink, hurtling through the core of the keep to reach the upper floor. To reach me.

Azur swept me clean off my feet, dragging me against his blood-soaked chest until it seeped, hot and thick, into my dress. His strength wrapped around me, his arms like a vice.

“Azur,” I breathed, eyes wide. Clearly, I wasn’t squeamish about blood, but I was worried about the depth of the wound. “You need to see a healer!”

His voice was unrecognizable as he grunted, “I just need you, kyrana.”

My blood.

Would it heal a wound like this?

I breathed out a shuddering breath as Azur tore through the keep with me in his arms, heading toward the northeast wing. Toward our private rooms.

But instead of my own, he shouldered into his, slamming the door behind us so hard that I thought it would splinter in the frame.

I barely had time to register my surroundings. Barely had time to register the grand sweep of the darkened room, similar but larger than my own, but I did smell him. Everywhere. That clean, woodsy musk that made me sigh in contentment. It threaded down my throat and made need rise.

I gasped when he tore my dress clean off, his large, warm, calloused palms shredding it like he’d done with his vest. He was still wearing his gauntlets, but the blades were retracted. The blades that had decapitated a dragon mere moments before.

Azur pushed me down to the floor of his sitting room. I was naked, trembling, gasping. Watching him as he loomed in the darkened room, those eyes burning like twin fires, as he ripped his pants off his body, the clasps flying off, scattering across the floor.

I’d wondered when this would happen. Had dreamed of it, truthfully, those early, aching hours of morning when I’d wake, slick and needy between my thighs.

Magnificent, I thought, a gasp escaping my throat as I lay on my back on the rug near the unlit hearth. My hair was wild, my chest heaving, my nipples pebbled tight.

My husband was magnificent.

Fearsome. Terrible. Beautiful.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Every shadowed divot of his body, every bulging muscle, carefully sculpted like he’d been created by the expert hand of an artist. His gray skin was smooth, though I spied silver scars scraping his flesh. The black blood that streamed from his chest gleamed, another scar he would bear. The breadth of his shoulders were awe inspiring. His sharp fangs, prodding his lower lip, made my core clench tight.

And his cock…

A small sound escaped my throat. A cross between a whimper and a gasp.

His cock was heavily veined with a strong upward curve. The head was glimmering with pre-come, rivulets of seed, silver in color, running down the length of him and dripping to the floor. I watched the length of him bob against his abdomen when I bit my lip, thinking that he wouldn’t fit, just as I had when I’d first seen his cock in his office, when he’d stroked himself to orgasm between my thighs

The bulging, rounded swelling at the base of his thickened shaft was throbbing.

His knot.

Oh gods.

“No control right now, wife,” he rasped, his voice coming out in rough pants, making goose bumps spread over my arms. “I won’t be gentle.”

A warning.

No… Permission? I realized.

My eyes trailed slowly from his cock to his eyes.

Was I afraid?

Yes.

But I also felt a responsive pull within my own body. Tugging and tight. I wasn’t afraid of the pain. I was afraid that I might like it.

“You won’t hurt me,” I told him, my voice even and calm. My superpower—and I’d never needed it more. His nostrils flared wide as I parted my thighs and tilted my neck back, baring my throat. “Come. Let me ease you, Azur.”

“Raazos,” he cursed. He ran a heavy palm down his face, shaking his head like he was fighting for control, even as those eyes were greedy over my bared flesh. “Like a dream.”

My heart skipped.

Had he dreamt of this too?

Of me?

He growled.

That was my only warning as he dropped down on top of me. My mind barely registered the heavy press of his thick body, hardly registered the heat of his blood spilling between us before I felt a sharp pinch at my neck. Familiar heat flooded me.

I moaned, arching up into him.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Azur!”

He was drinking deep. Long, heady draws from my neck that made the room spin beneath my closed eyelids. My hands grasped his shoulders, holding him to me as if afraid he’d pull away too soon.

His hips began to rock, sounds of roughened need vibrating across my skin where he was feeding. His cock prodded at my entrance, shockingly hot, and I gasped when he nudged into me. Growling, he thrusted almost mindlessly, as if he was giving into primal instincts.

There I was, pinned to the floor by my fully turned Kylorr husband. He was feeding on my blood, his long, sharp fangs lodged into my neck and his thick cock shoving into me.

And I loved it.

I couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop me from trying to tilt my hips, my own body squirming on instinct beneath him.

My toes curled on a particular deep draw, my eyelids fluttering shut when I felt a familiar heat in my pussy, building and building.

His cock thrust into me, quickly and powerful and entirely unexpected.

“Oh gods,” I keened, my fingernails curling hard into his shoulders until I wondered if I would make him bleed even more.

I barely had time to draw in a breath before I was climaxing around him.

The pain registered. The tight burn of him. The way he stretched me so completely, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before, not that I’d had much experience when it came to sex.

There was a part of me in utter shock that I could take him. That he could fit inside me with that massive, massive cock.

The pain mingled with the intense pleasure from his feeding, and I screamed—a vocal reaction that surprised me just as I wondered if it surprised Azur—as the orgasm raked through me, scorching a relentless path through my body.

Azur growled and groaned and huffed into my neck. He retracted his fangs. His arms came down on either side of my head, and he loomed above me, those ember eyes burning into me. With his rise, my hands fell from his shoulders, my back arched off the floor, my nipples slipping in the blood coating his chest. I needed something to hang on to, so I latched on to his thick wrists next to me, just as he began to fuck.

Because that was the only word I could think of that suited what he was doing to me.

Azur was fucking me.

Hard and long and deep, his thrust were endless. Every single one made the curved length of him drag against a spot inside me that made me see stars. Blinding little stars that made my sensitive clit quiver and made my cunt tighten even more around him.

“I knew you’d take me well, wife,” came that dark voice above me. It wasn’t quite Azur’s voice. It was more guttural. Darker. Rougher. It made me squeeze his wrists just as I heard a scraping sound ring in my ears. When I looked to the side, I saw that his claws had gouged straight through the rug, had imbedded into the stone floor underneath it. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, kyrana. Wet and hot and tight for me. Perfect.”

He groaned out the last word as I gasped and squirmed beneath him, moving my hips in a mindless rhythm, trying to match his. But he picked up speed just as I managed to meet it, changing the intensity. His hips slammed between my thighs, shoving them even wider so he could get deeper.

His head lowered and I tilted my neck back to avoid his horns. I whimpered when he suckled on my nipples, when he teased his sharp fangs across them. Never before had I thought them so incredibly sensitive.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I gasped out. “Oh, please please please.”

“You beg so well, wife,” he growled, lifting his head, meeting my eyes. “Beg me more.”

His order sent fire through my veins. It was strange to see him like this. His body might have grown, his strength even more fearsome, but his features weren’t any different. Still, he felt changed. His focus was entirely pinned onto me. I felt like he could see every glimmering facet of my soul, like he demanded that it was his.

It felt like his. Right in this moment.

I wouldn’t beg him, per se, but I would still give him what he wanted.

“Make me come,” I ordered him, my own voice coming out as a small little growl that made Azur’s nostrils flare and his hips snap forward.

That was when I felt it.

His knot.

The bulging, rounded flesh that would effectively seal us together if he managed to get it inside me.

Which he seemed intent to do, with fire in his eyes and a punishing thrust of his hips.

“My stubborn little wife,” he hissed, his head lowering, fucking me so powerfully that I would’ve slid across the rug had the bracket of his wrists not held me in place. “You won’t be able to walk for an entire week. I’ll ensure it.”

“Make me come. Make me come,” I commanded him again, but this time it came out as a pleading whimper. Suddenly, his fangs pricked my neck again and he took a dizzying pull of my blood. My eyes rolled back into my head and I curled my nails into his wrists. “Azur!”

The burn of his knot came.

I began to sob, desperate little gasps of air as I rocked against him. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get away or if I was trying to get it inside. I flinched at the pain, but it felt so good, mingling together until I couldn’t discern one sensation from the other. Until they became an entirely new thing, a new sensation I’d never felt before, infinitely better than anything I’d experienced.

When I orgasmed, Azur fully seated himself in my body.

I heard his roar echo through my very bones.

Chapter 33

Azur

Sublime, magnificent pleasure ate me up from the inside out.

As I unleashed thick ropes of come into my wife, every thrust made my engorged seal rub inside her tight cunt, making more and more burst from my cock. The pleasure was too intense. It was nearly pain. Yet I couldn’t stop. There was a primal need within me, urging me to drink, to fuck, to mark, to claim my blood mate. Mine. She was fucking mine.

I jerked, mindlessly continuing to slam into her with rough, long thrusts, hearing Gemma’s hoarse scream, feeling her dull little nails dig themselves into my flesh, anchoring me to her.

As if my seal wouldn’t do just that.

My first rage during the blood madness.

I never would’ve been prepared for its intensity. I knew this was only the beginning. This had nearly sucked out my entire soul. She had nearly sucked out my entire soul as her cunt had spasmed around my cock, tight and hot and slick and greedy, trying to drain me dry.

But already I felt the power of the berserker rage rise. I’d unleashed it to take down a kyriv. I’d been in awe—and trepidatious—of how easy it had been, when before it had taken intense, almost meditative, concentration, mingled with the lust for battle, for blood but also with fear.

With the kyriv, I had done it at will. Like a flipped switch. I was strengthened on Gemma’s blood. Her life’s soul was in me now. Our souls in the Nyaan realm were entwined.

I shuddered with the last of my orgasm and finally retracted my fangs from her neck, full and sated and yet ravenous. When I pulled back to look down at her, I saw her eyes were half-lidded, and she continued to pulse and flutter around my cock.

My hand went to her throat, gripping it softly, feeling her heartbeat against my palm. Her lips were parted, and I leaned down to lick her jawline, nipping at her flesh, rubbing my horns against her.

I maneuvered her neck back and trailed my lips to hers. Our tongues tangled. She could taste her blood on my tongue, but instead of disgust, she made a small sound that resembled a moan. Her shy exploration of my kiss made my knot throb between us.

I could already feel the wound down my chest was closed, the skin already mending itself though the blood would need to be washed away.

Not before I fuck her again, I knew. Now that this last barrier had been breached, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop.

She gasped when she felt me thrust, testing her stretch around my knot.

Her eyes were wide, her pink, full lips parted. “A-Again?”

“Again,” I rasped, my voice practically grim. “I told you, wife. You won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you. Blame that stubborn mouth of yours.”

She glared. Yet I felt primal delight when her brows furrowed in a different expression entirely when I reached between us, running the backs of my fingers against her sensitive clit. Gemma jerked, spine arching.

“Too much,” she whimpered. But there was a fire building in her eyes.

I growled. “Too bad.”

The swelling of my seal hadn’t gone down enough to truly fuck her the way I wanted. Until then, I’d hold her on the edge.

When I stroked her clit again, she ground her teeth together, but I didn’t miss the way she began to spasm around my cock. I didn’t miss the flush that spread over the tops of her cheeks or her breathy gasp when I pressed and teased the little bud of flesh, exposed to me since her cunt was still stretched so, so tight around me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Is…is your rage over?”

I bared my teeth at her in a savage smile. “Does it look over?”

Her gaze flickered down my body when I went to my knees between her thighs, letting her see the hulking strength she’d unleashed within me. Her eyes widened. “How long?”

How long would the rage last?

“However long I want,” I rasped. Not entirely true, I supposed. Rages typically lasted a day, but a Kylorr could extend them up to two if they had the proper stimulation, if they were in the heat of battle, just like our ancestors.

This felt like a battle all its own.

A claiming.

A victory that I intended to take.

Come was beginning to leak from her body, running down my shaft. My knot was still throbbing, but some of the swelling had eased.

Experimentally, I gave a soft thrust into her slick heat. Her body shuddered and she gasped. I growled. There was a pent-up need flowing in my veins. I was about to unleash it onto her.

Going berserk always felt like a monster was coming out of me. A beast rising to the surface, a beast I embraced and let guide me. It was instinct. There was a film that glazed over my eyes as I looked down at my wife: her thighs splayed wide, her brown nipples puckered and tight, with a feral look all her own shining up at me.

Beautiful.

The monster inside me was ravenous for her. I wanted to drain her dry. I wanted to fuck her into the next realm, fill her womb with my seed, and lay my claim.

I should have been fucking her from the very beginning, I thought, easing my cock out of her, shimmering with our combined fluids. I blew out a long breath when I ran my hot palm down the length, holding the root of it. The cool air in the room rushed over my exposed shaft, making chills run down my spine.

Gemma groaned when I slapped my cock head on her clit, her body jerking, her thighs trembling. Slap, slap, slap. She huffed. The sound was obscene. Wet. Delicious.

“Learn this cock,” I growled, palming her hip, dragging her closer. “You’ll come to know it well, wife. You will take every inch of it with your cunt, with your mouth, with your tongue, with your hand. You’ll know it so well by the time I’m done with you.”

And even then, it will not be enough, I knew. Would I ever get this need, this lust, this hunger for my wife out of me?

I guided her hand to my cock. I hissed out a rough curse when I felt her soft palm close around the thick girth of it. When I let her palm go, she slid it down the length, testing the weight.

“Heavy, isn’t it?” I purred.

“Yes,” she said, biting her lip, her eyes practically glowing.

Her eyes were greedy on it, and that expression nearly made me come all over again.

“Lower,” I growled out, huffing out a quick groan. When her hand nudged my seal, I rasped, “There. Squeeze my knot. Right there.”

Every muscle in my body twitched when she did as I ordered, a breathless curse flying from my throat.

“Harder.”

Gemma was watching me as she squeezed tight. A hoarse cry left me, my hips bucking into her grip. That grip was enough to make my fangs prod into my bottom lip, drawing a bead of black blood before I licked it away. She squeezed and then ran her fist up the long curve, making words rumble from me, words I didn’t even quite hear myself.

The haze was rising. The film beginning to cover my eyes as the beast burst from me.

I could smell my seed in her cunt. I could smell it as it leaked onto the rug, mingling with her own cream. I needed her again. And again. I wouldn’t be right until I was seated deep—and as her delicious blood flowed over my tongue.

In the blink of an eye, I had her flipped. Gemma cried out, surprised. She weighed nothing to me as I positioned her on her hands and knees.

With one hand gripping the back of her neck, pressing her cheek into the rug, and the other guiding my cock into her tight sheath, I groaned in satisfaction as I sunk deep. Gemma grunted. A savage grin came over my expression, one she couldn’t see. My prim and proper human wife. With her ass in the air and moaning into the rug as I fucked her.

I ripped the tie that held her hair in place, watching the glorious length of it fall around her. I wrapped my hand into that silky mess, and she moaned, rocking her hips back to meet my measured, deep thrusts. Not deep enough to get my seal inside her but deep enough to just tease the sensitive edges of it.

“Fuck,” I rasped, gritting my teeth tight. Her own pace was desperate, but her enthusiasm made my knot swell. “Fuck. Yes.”

With one hand, I gripped her hip tight. Brought her back hard. I maneuvered my knees around her, spreading them wide for leverage.

Then I didn’t hold back.

“Oh gods, Azur!” she cried out, the sound muffled. “More, more, more.”

“You love this, don’t you?” I growled, hardly recognizing my own voice. “My greedy little wife. Raazos’s blood, your cunt is greedy for my cock.”

“Yes,” she moaned. Feral little sounds emerged from her throat. I saw her hands scrambling across the rug, trying to find purchase. The force of my thrusts were making her knees drag across it. “Yes,” she gasped.

“Tell me,” I ordered. I wanted to look into her eyes as she said it, so I pulled her up, hearing her choked gasp as the change in position forced her even lower on my cock. Her back met my chest, which was still covered in my blood, and I nudged her knees wider. My hand wrapped around her lower jawline and turned until I could see half of her dazed expression. “Tell me. Now.”

This was about her submission. She’d fought me before. Now I would demand it of her. I wanted her to be a mess for me. I wanted to make a mess of her.

This was a game we played. Toe-to-toe. It had been like foreplay before. I’d gotten a little thrill whenever she’d disobeyed me. Whenever she’d done something unexpected, giving me everything but her submission.

But now…

I was buried in her cunt. Now I would demand her obedience…even when her blatant disobedience made my cock even harder for her.

Her face was soft. Open to me. I felt a wiggling in my chest, a warm affection that should’ve made my guard go up. But it didn’t. Not when we were like this. Not when it felt like we were on the cusp of something fated. A fate we couldn’t escape.

“Tell me,” I ordered, though my voice was quiet.

“I love it,” she breathed, holding my eyes with hers. I nearly closed mine at her admission. In relief. In triumph. “I love this. Please, Azur.”

“You want more?” I growled.

“I want more.”

“You might regret your words by the end of the night,” I warned, shoving her thighs even wider, thrusting inside her to punctuate my words. My hands skimmed down her front, teasing her nipples, plucking them until she gasped, before my fingers trailed between her thighs.

A sob broke from her throat when I teased her clit. “It’s only morning.”

“Exactly.”

“Gods,” she whispered, her head lolling back until it rested against my shoulder.

Her whole body shook with my powerful thrusts. As I pounded between her thighs our flesh slapped together, so loud that I wondered if it could be heard down on the lower floors.

Never before had I felt this need. This driving, aching force that demanded I claim her body as my own. I thought I would be forever doomed to this rage if I didn’t fulfill that need.

“Kyrana,” I groaned, feeling my seal begin to swell when every thrust dragged her cunt closer and closer to it. A tease. A magnificent little tease. “More? I’ll give you so much more. More than you could ever want.”

A promise.

Or perhaps a warning.

Because after this, nothing would be the same between us.