Rhazek cranes his big bull neck, moving his face closer to my own. Through a half-lidded gaze, I peer into eyes of molten gold. Eyes that burn for me. His breath comes hot and steady against my skin.
“I am yours, Sable,” he growls, voice steel wrapped in velvet. “And you…you…”
I’m surprised to see the fear in his gaze. Fear that if he says what he’s thinking out loud, that this moment will shatter like crystal.
“I am yours,” I finish for him.
Rhazek kisses me, crushing my lips with his own. I expected it--wanted it, gods, I’ve wanted it for days--but it still takes me aback. His clawed hand slides from my cheek to the back of my neck. Fingers that can rend steel hold me with utmost care--and wanton need. I don’t resist as he pulls me firmly into his kiss.
My heart leaps in my chest at the taste of him. He tastes good, like a well-stoked fire warming a decadent dessert cake. Rhazek takes me with his other arm, wrapping it around my body, palm finding the small of my back. I melt into him, unconcerned that my feet no longer touch the ground.
His tongue claims my mouth, exploring and tasting and testing me. He wants to know what I like, what I want. I don’t even know myself, but he’s determined to find his way. Rhazek’s arms, thicker than drawbridge chains, hold me captive but no more than my own desires.
“Oh gods,” I cry as he drops his mouth to my neck. His tongue glides along my skin, before his hot mouth and soft lips join the fray. I cling to him, arms around his neck, pussy screaming how much it wants to feel him inside. Is it the bond, or my own need, driving me so? I can’t say, and I do not care.
The only thing that matters is how he’s making me feel. The claws that catch, the fangs that snap, now ply themselves to something far more intimate and ancient than violence. One hand drops to my ass, kneading my flesh through the thin fabric of my dress.
His mouth continues to lick and kiss my neck while he hikes up my dress. His claws scrape along my thigh, not enough to draw blood but enough that i know they could. I gasp as he shreds my undergarment right off my body without a second thought. The sudden exposure makes my clit tremble with anticipation.
“Sable…” he murmurs into my flesh. “I need you.”
The confession drives me even wilder. I cling to him, my voice rough with desire when I speak.
“Then take me.”
A sudden growl, and he lifts my leg with a firm grasp beneath my thigh. With one infernal surge, his clothing vanishes and I’m embraced by a naked demon--a very ready naked demon. His cock slaps against my thigh, then the crown nestles against my dripping wet pussy.
I arch my back, lifting my hips as much as i’m able while suspended off the ground. Rhazek slowly glides inside of me, stretching and filling me. I cry out, biting his shoulder as the sharp inch and wave of thrumming pleasure consume me.
With a guttural growl, Rhazek spins me about and plants my back against the stone wall. I grasp him with all four limbs, eyes fluttering closed as he thrusts strong and deep.
My body moves on instinct, catching his rythm, matching it, until we move in perfect harmony. My nails claw at his neck and shoulders as he drives the breath out of my body with every adroit thrust of his hips.
I fly right over the precipice of climax before I have time to scream. I gasp in a heavy pant of air and let it out as an undulating groan. My pussy convulses, hungry to feel him more.
His little grunts and growls of pleasure are like the finest symphony to my ears. I have no doubt he is here with me, and thinking and feeling only me. I feel another orgasm coming on and wonder if I'll survive it.
He grows rigid as steel inside of me, his muscled body taut as a bowstring as he leans into me. Rhazek lets out a cross between a howl and a snarl as he cums, filling me with hot seed. His cock throbs as I writhe in the throes of ecstasy. My legs turn to jelly, I forget my own name, but he doesn’t let me fall.
Still buried inside of me, he pulls me from the wall and wraps me in a shockingly tender embrace.
“My Sable,” he purrs. “My little flame.”
I can’t speak, can barely even think as pulses of delight streak through me one after another. He slides out of me, cradling me in his arms like precious cargo. I put a hand on his sharp-featured face, scarcely believing this is the same being who rends flesh from bone. I lose track of time, unsure how long I remain in his arms.
Downstairs, Corin makes an exaggerated noise with a chair.
“Still alive up there?” he calls.
I close my eyes briefly, then laugh under my breath. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“Good. I was starting to worry the house collapsed.”
Rhazek’s expression shifts, something almost like amusement touching it.
“That one,” he says, glancing toward the floor, “is going to be a problem.”
“He already is.”
