With one hand curved around her back, the other holding her buttocks, he slammed her down onto his cock, over and over with bruising strength, his chakra back at her core working her clitoris, squeezing then caressing the sensitive nub filling her with sheer bliss. She fisted his hair in her hands and dragged his mouth against hers. Their tongues dueled in a provocative kiss and with every thrust into her wet, smacking sex, his control melted away.
The monster in him rose, their thread exploded in a bright silvery light with the hovering darkness consuming it more and more. The two merged, creating a dark silver aura, that burned with lust and blood-thirst. The protest that swelled against her lips only came in wild cries of bliss. Fear sneaked into her heart as with every lunge, every swivel of his lips, he shattered her barriers, breaking her control. Shilah whimpered as the heat became hotter and more destructive. White-hot pleasure snapped through her body, and Shilah screamed in release. Her body convulsed, and he gave her no respite, riding her through the waves of brutal pleasure.
She became wild, unstoppable in her passions. Her hips rose, her nails raked his sweat-slicked back, her teeth sank into his shoulders drawing blood as he thrust deeper and the pleasure became hotter. The need for another release was growing, tightening, burning inside her until she felt as though flames were consuming her alive. Shilah did not surrender. He wrenched it from her, and despair filled her because she felt as if he owned her. He owned each cry, each scream that petered out to gasping pleas and moans as his intensity grew.
His head lowered to the vulnerable crook of her neck, and he licked with erotic hunger the sensitive flesh over her frantically beating pulse, and struck, his fangs sliding deep.
Fire and ice. Pain and pleasure.
A growl of triumph and ecstasy burned along their link as he consumed her essence. Their minds merged, the thread connecting them wrapped around them like a heated dark silver chain, his pleasure became hers, and she sobbed with the sheer power of it. The walls of the room shook, the ground undulated.
His thrusts into her body were hard, penetrating, and deep as he took her with brutal carnality. Perspiration layered her flesh as the pleasure expanded inside her, a noise escaped her throat, a high keening sound of bliss. She was dimly aware of the hoarse cry forcing its way out her throat as she finally shuddered in orgasm. His roar reverberated in the room as a hot splash of seed released inside her.
She wilted onto his chest, relaxing into the haven of his embrace, her body still shivering through the aftermath of such untamed loving. They stayed like that, he kneeled onto the bed, their flesh still connected, her legs wrapped around his hips, her torso resting intimately against his.
Shadows coated her senses, and then she was in some sort of cavern. The cave was lit with several great torches, sending a soft glow dancing over the ceiling. Water gushed from a rock, steam rising from around the basin it pooled in. He flowed with her into the water, taking her over to the fall, then he withdrew from her body. She moaned in protest, her body aching. Then a sigh of pleasure as the heat of the water soothed the soreness of her muscles.
They remained silent, and she smiled when a shadow darted over the surface of the water, to lift a flagon and fill a chalice which he carried to her. She took the goblet and sipped, the zesty wine bursting with rich flavor and sweetness on her tongue.
The shadows deepened, creeping along the walls and floors of the cave, and then images formed as he entertained her with the dancing shadows. Shilah laughed, thinking how incredible it was that he shaped the shadows to look like people, as he showed her a story of a man and woman walking along a cliff, then dancing under the sky, then making love using shadows alone.
It wasn’t odd to her that they did not speak. There was a level of comfort in the silence and a barely lit cave she’d not thought possible. The shadows brought fruits next, strange, and oddly colored but quite delectable.
Sheila ate and drank wine, and not once did they speak. With a replete sigh, she leaned into him sleepily, feeling secure in the arms that wrapped around her waist.
“Why do you drink my blood?”
“It is a need…a compulsion I cannot fight or deny. Does it repulse you, my mate?”
“No.”
“Good.”
A slow fire started to build in her belly, and she quivered, a soft moan slipping from her. Black chakra curled around her like smoke and then dipped below the surface of the water. Something grasped each of her legs beneath the water and opened them, then slid sinuously up her calf to her knee, a long, slow, very even stroke up to her exposed sex. His chakra glided over her flesh with sublime pressure, pressing in the tender wall of her pussy, and up to her clitoris. She panted, need making her slick with welcome. He was relentless in how he worked her clitoris, the power of his shadows and chakra moving the hood covering that tender bud, rubbing, and squeezing her nub, filling her with bliss. She tried to move out of the caress, the unrelenting stimulation, the aching sensation too much, too brutal, and there was no ease.
She leaned back against his chest with a whimper. One of his hands banded around her waist, slid up to over her belly, through the valley between her breasts, where he lingered, stroking her flesh, tugging her nipples, then up to span her throat. The strength in his touch was unmistakable. Everything about the dark creature behind her spoke to her most primal lustful instincts.
With a simple nudge, her neck arched, exposing her throat. His teeth scraped along her pulse, and the breath left her lungs in a rush. His fangs scraped her flesh, he took a small nip, sending streaks of fire through her veins, making her whimper and moan his name.
“I love feeling you under my hands,” he murmured. “I love these sweet hot little noises you can’t help but make as I break your pussy into my cock.”
She writhed against him, but there was no ease in his sensual assault. She felt a fire swell and grow in her belly as the ache in her clitoris became overwhelming. It built, and her limbs trembled. He spun with her and eased her over the rock, his shadows holding her legs apart as he notched the head of his cock at the needy entrance of her sex.
He waited, and she arched
inviting him to burn with her, mindless with the pleasure twisting through her body. His chakra rubbed her sensitive clitoris harder, faster, driving her beyond pleasure. She shattered, and it was then he slammed deep inside her, jerking her to the tip of her toes, her buttocks arching against his body. Whimpering at the unyielding pressure she tried to shift, but she was impaled so deep on his cock she could barely move. A weak moan whispered past her lips.
His growls of pleasure and dominance echoed in the cave, and dark, primitive lust flavored his chakra. With a burst of shadows, they were in the room, and he tumbled her down onto the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, his powerful body looming over her from behind making her feel small and far too vulnerable. She’d never been so aware of her delicate femininity.
He swept her wet hair aside and brushed a kiss along her neck. She turned her face, her cheek sliding against silk sheets. A glimpse of a stark, raw hunger that made her shiver in anticipation. His hand banded across her waist to keep her from moving, and then he shoved his thick girth deep into her in one stroke.
His primal groan of satisfaction echoed in the chamber and drowned out Shilah’s wailing scream. Lachlan started to move in her, a relentless rhythm that had her thrashing and sobbing in ecstasy. His chakra worked her clitoris, rubbing circular motions into the sensitive bud. He drove her hard toward insanity, toward rapture, toward losing all sense of herself. She became a creature drunk on pleasure, craving him more and more, despite the thick, rough penetration as he ravaged her trembling pussy. Her body spasmed weakly as his chakra rubbed her aching nub firmer, forcing devastating pleasure into the already overly sensitized nerve endings, sending sharp shocks of sensation through her.
His teeth sank deep in the curve of her neck. The pain of the bite gave way to the erotic ecstasy, and a wild cry tore from her as white-hot heat consumed her. Fire roared and spread through her body in an unending pulse of pleasure. Their minds merged, and Shilah became lost, swept away in the firestorm of his desire, absorbing all the monstrosity in his soul, all the darkness, and all the desires as he released with a rough satisfied groan.
He retracted his teeth from her throat, and licked her skin, closing the wounds.
He tilted her head up a little and bent his neck, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. His kiss was searing and possessive despite the gentle caress. Shilah shifted so she rested almost on top of his body. She curved herself around the hard outline of his chest and thighs, listening to the muted roar of his heartbeat still glowing in the pleasurable aftermath of the rapture.