Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,79
sound he made was barely human, so raw and primitive it shook the ground they lay upon.
She drew strongly on his sensitive crown, drinking the hottest, sweetest blood from his private flesh as her hands squeezed him rhythmically, milking him for his seed.
Tell me, she commanded in their linked minds, sucking him deeper, swallowing his blood down convulsively, the motion working her throat around his tortured stalk even more.
Only his harsh, ragged breathing could be heard in the still night air. Not even the waterfall’s splashing reached Sophia’s ears, she was so in tune with everything Dalair.
His galloping heartbeat. The vibrations of animalistic need through his vocal cords, trapped by his unbreakable control. The musky, intoxicating, forbidden scent of him, like countless secrets unfurling one by one.
Both his voice and his mind remained silent for the longest time. He wouldn’t break for her. Wouldn’t give in to her demands.
Gods! She was breaking herself with the pent-up need. At this point, she wanted his release so badly she could taste it, feel it erupting within her channel, washing over her in milky, hot waves.
This teasing had gone on long enough. He was stronger than her, after all. Even her monster couldn’t break him.
And then he said—
You destroy me, my Darkness and Light. You make every part of me hurt for you. Burn for you. Yearn for you.
Only you.
It feels like dying, this desperation. I have died to defend you. I would do it again. I would give my life a thousand times just to be owned this way, to belong this way.
To you.
Please Sophia…
Only you can set me free.
Holy gods!
Her entire being burst into flames.
She pulled her fangs and mouth away, not even bothering to lick his wounds closed. She was too far gone now to care. His thoughts made the demon within her beat its chest and howl with triumph.
She twisted around and grasped his manhood in a sure grip. Positioning it where she wanted, she took him fully to the hilt in one rough glide as she took his mouth just as brutally with her own.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My Dalair!
The Destroyer in her unleashed its havoc as she rutted mindlessly upon him, her body not her own. Her hips grinding. Ass clenching. Thighs trembling. Pussy wringing.
She plundered his mouth with equal savagery, tongue thrusting demandingly into his delicious heat, mating with his.
She bit. Sucked. Plucked. Growling like an animal in heat. Noises she didn’t recognize as her own gurgling from her throat.
His hands finally let go of his tortured parts and gripped her hips in a brutal clasp, fingers digging into her flesh, bruising her skin.
He moved her as she moved upon him, increasing the friction and intensity. At the same time, he thrust up into her from below, his hips a relentless piston that pounded his thick steel into her.
She could feel the steady trickle of fluids leaking out of her pussy, down her thighs, pooling into his groin and down the root of him, past his balls and taint. His blood and essence. Her liquid desire. Their movements frantic. Uncontrolled.
Until finally, he broke on a hoarse shout into her mouth, his body shattering piece by beautiful piece within hers, his seed erupting like hot lava against her womb, drenching both of them anew, drowning them with his passion.
Her monster roared and dug its fangs and claws into Dalair’s white hot soul, even as her body clenched and convulsed around his, pulling him deeper, milking him harder.
Mine! Mine! Mine!
She fed upon him endlessly. Insatiable for his life force. The taste, scent, sound and feel of him. All hers to cherish and destroy in equal measure.
When, finally, their cataclysms subsided into numbing quakes, she lay upon him spent. Her face tucked into the hollow of his throat, his arms around her torso holding her close, their legs tangled like tree roots below, his sex locked covetously within her core.
The monster in her subsided too, satisfied at last, purring contentedly with buzzing pleasure.
Sophia’s lips curled in a delirious smile.
She had Claimed her Destined Mate at last.
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Jade found Eveline alone in the Shield’s library at four o’clock in the morning. Passed out over the gigantic table, drooling on the glossy wood.
For a moment, she studied the small, sprite-like, auburn-haired librarian, intrigued and bemused. So this was the female that bespelled the mighty Ramses, the race’s first-ever Dark King. A being that Jade suspected was older than any of them really knew.