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I storm around the dark room, unable to get ahold of a thought or emotion I can solely focus on. The urge to throw something arises swiftly through the storm. Or to burn the world around me and watch as the blood flows around my feet and into the streets. No one would be safe. My daggers will be set free to seek out vengeance. They will slice against flesh and sinew until they hit bone, freeing the fucking liquid everyone seems so obsessed over. And once everyone is finally dead in this cursed kingdom, I will—
“Nyx!” Strong hands grasp my shoulders and violently shake me. Felix’s copper eyes pierce through to my soul, and something in me shifts at the sight of my blood staining his soft lips.
I would blame it on the monster that slides under my skin, waiting to be released, but it is something more than an unnamed beast. Something…
I give up, trying to figure out what it is, and pull his head down to mine. The taste of my life force mixing with his potent flavor is enough to force a groan from somewhere deep within me I have never explored.
I pull at his shirt, needing more, needing to feel his skin against mine. But it doesn’t come off. Instead, I focus on my dress, but it won’t budge. I pull away from his all-consuming kisses and begin tugging at the stupid dress. It’s in the way and too hard to get off.
“Fuck!” I complain as my fumbled pulling and tugging don’t get me any closer to my goal.
“Allow me,” Felix chuckles and kneels before me.
Him in this position, looking up at me with his scorching gaze, fills me with a sense of power that makes my head spin. I want to command him. To dominate him. To tell him what to do and see how far he is willing to go. But that is crazy. I don’t even know what I would command him to do. I don’t know the first thing about any of this.
“Grab my shoulders,” he instructs.
My much smaller hands grab onto his large shoulders just in time for him to grab the slit of the dress and rip it. The fabric shreds easily in his hands. And with a few more tugs, the red fabric falls into a puddle at my feet, leaving me in my slip and undergarments. But those don’t stand a chance either, as he rips those from my body, as well.
I should be bothered. Try to cover myself, but I stand here watching as he shreds his clothing until he stands just as bare in front of me. I can only see a little with the moons at his back, but what I can see is beautiful.
His tan skin is unblemished by tan lines. The thick ropes of muscle flex and relax as he shifts on his feet. And I can just make out a smattering of hair that covers his chest. It flows down to his stomach and thins out right before his… It’s up! I have seen multiple when I have killed, but I have never seen one in a state like this or so…large. I don’t even know what I am supposed to do with it.
His large hand grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth back to his, wiping away all thoughts and questions. Our combined flavors hit me again, and I am lost to it. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on as he lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
Even as my back hits the soft mattress, I don’t stop devouring and savoring his taste. I am almost tempted to tell him to feed some more just so that I can taste us together again. I am so distracted by his hands roaming all over my body that I nearly miss the sensation of his round tip pushing against my entrance. I tense up, but his hands squeeze my breast, and I am lost once again.
His soft lips create a blazing trail of kisses from my neck down until they close over my nipple. My back arches off the bed with each intense tug of his mouth. And when his fangs lightly brush my skin, I am ready to combust on the spot.
“Please,” I beg.
“Hold on to me,” he commands as he leans over and shows the other nipple the same attention.
I grab onto his thick arms and groan as he enters me in one quick thrust. Clenching my teeth is the only way I can stop myself from crying out from the burning sensation trying to rob me of breath. His copper eyes widen, and he looks me over with an expression dripping with concern.
“You’re…a virgin?” he stutters. The look of panic taking over him softens a small part of my heart. He is genuinely worried that he hurt me.
I slide my hand under my pillow and smile viciously as my fingers wrap around the cold metal of the knife I hid here earlier. In one quick motion, I have it up against his neck, a thin line of blood under its blade, and a fist full of his thick curls.
“If you stop—”
“But you are hurt,” he tries to cut in.
“I have been through way worse than this minuscule amount of pain. So, if you stop, I will cut you from chin to dick. Now move!” I have no idea what has taken over me, but it feels right. And the way his eyes light up at my command makes me squirm, flooding my system with sensations from where we are connected.
“Yes, ma’am,” he draws out in a rich and powerful tone that has chill bumps covering every inch of my skin.
He pushes forward, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside of me. It is initially uncomfortable, being so full, but he picks up the pace, and all thought is driven out of my head.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he whispers into my hair.
His large hand grabs my thigh and lifts my leg until my knee is beside his shoulder. Each thrust feels deeper this way. I want more. Need more.
“Faster,” I demand. He obeys. Pounding into me with a ferocity that has my chest bouncing, causing my nipples to rub against his chest. It’s too much. I try to squirm, but he holds me firmly under him, forcing me to take everything he is offering. “Felix,” I moan.
“Say it again.”
“Felix,” I breathe again. Unable to do anything other than follow his command.
