Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,87
hard against her, the rest of his body shuddering with the strain of trying to break her immobilization spell.
She watched his struggles in avid fascination, mesmerized by the uncontrollable quaking of his skin and muscles. The sheen of perspiration that covered his entire body. The way the tendons of his neck stood out in stark relief. The delineated streaks of his veins just beneath his skin.
“Beautiful,” she sighed, her mouth parted, revealing the tips of her sharp, blood-coated fangs.
His blood.
“Release me,” he commanded again, his words barely coherent, mangled as they were, squeezed through tightly clenched teeth.
“Oh very well,” she relented.
And set him free with a wave of her hand.
“History and Future are two sides of the same coin. Like a constantly rolling sphere, the Cycle of Life does not necessarily follow a straight line; it could curve into a better, brighter Path, or a darker, bleaker Path, based on the force of choices made…”
—From the Zodiac Scrolls
Chapter Sixteen
“Mmph.”
A shortened breath was all Eveline got out before she found herself suddenly flat on her back with a beautiful pagan warrior unleashed—above her, all around her, pounding full force inside of her.
His big hands held her hips exactly where he wanted, levering her slightly up off the ground at an angle, locking her legs around his waist, as he powered into her with violently controlled thrusts.
Violently, because the effort of controlling his movements made his entire body shiver and quake, as if there was a storm inside of him, churning beneath his muscles and skin, rattling the bones of his frame to get out.
To get at her.
Everything within him was concentrated on her. She could feel it in her own veins, the blood she’d taken from him roiling and burning with unquenchable desire. The seed she’d milked from his body melded with her own juices, marking her indelibly from the inside out. She could feel his power raging through his physical shell. As indestructible as he seemed, his flesh and bones could barely contain the elemental hurricane within.
Alend.
“Mine,” he growled, spreading his thumbs wide at the base of her hips.
His hands were so broad, his thumbs met in the middle as he flexed his grip on her, both of them pressing directly down on her pulsing clit, making her scream with the intensity of the orgasm he unleashed.
His body jerked as her inner muscles bore down on him, clenching brutally around his sex. But he only picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, faster into her, drawing out and multiplying her climax until she felt everything dissolve, leaving only euphoria.
Just when she thought he reached the point of no return, all at once he slowed, pulling out to the tip, letting her tingling, tender flesh spasm around emptiness, letting her know the sharp contrast of not being filled to the brim by him.
Eveline whimpered with desperate loss, even as her orgasm continued, though it had started to ebb and shimmer like the waning of tides.
“Tell me what you want, little sprite,” he rasped huskily beside her ear, leaning over her body protectively and possessively, caging her in on all sides.
“You,” she murmured, her nether lips sucking voraciously on the plump head of him that he allowed her to keep within her entrance.
“This?”
Slowly, painstakingly, he pushed his thickness deeper, making her grasp greedily at every vein, every ridge.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, a mess of frayed nerves and effervesced blood.
“Tell me.”
Eveline twisted her head from side to side, nearly insane with need.
“Your c-cock. P-please…please…”
He shoved all the way inside with a jolt, triggering another orgasm like the resonant, vibrating bang of a gong.
“Holy hairy Friar Tuck!” she yelled, her body coming apart with bliss at the seams.
“Slow or fast, baby?” his sinful voice flowed over her.
“I—what?” she mumbled distractedly.
“Slow…”
He pulled out again to the tip in one agonizingly slow, smooth motion, dragging every note-worthy inch of him through her clenching, throbbing core.
“Or fast.”
Then rammed home with a sharp thrust, giving her one— two— three— hard and fast pumps that made stars explode before her eyes.
“Oh my fucking gods!”
“Language, Eveline,” he chastised through a clenched jaw, his big body trembling with something like mirth.
Her only consolation was that his suppressed laughter at her exclamations was tempered by the gritty undertone of his fraying control.
“I like that,” she rambled. “I like when you call me that. That thing that you said before…”
“What?”
Pump.
“Little sprite?”
Pump and grind.
“Eveline?”
Bam! Bam! Bam! In rapid succession.
“Or…”
A slow, meticulous retreat, until only the plump head of him teased her entrance.
Damn the infuriating male!