Page 37 of Dark Elf Makes Five

His fingers dip inside me with sudden fierceness, pushing deep into my cunt. My back bows off the desk. "I've craved having you at the mercy of my hands, begging for pleasure, since the moment I found you in the gardens."

My hips buck against his hand, chasing the friction, chasing the delicious pressure building inside me. "Please⁠—"

"That's right," he growls, fingers pumping in and out with relentless rhythm. "Beg for it."

With his free hand, he grabs a fistful of my skirt and tears the delicate fabric, ripping a jagged slit up the thigh seam. The sound of tearing silk echoes in the quiet study. Cool air hits my exposed skin as he pushes my damp panties aside with rough impatience, baring me to him completely.

His cock springs free from his trousers, thick and hard and curving upward against his abdomen. He positions himself between my spread thighs. "Tell me you want this."

"Fuck me," I gasp, my hands clenching at the desk. "Just take me, Zerion."

He drives into me without gentle preparation, stretching me around his girth with a single merciless thrust that punches the air from my lungs. A cry escapes my throat—sharp, raw, animal. My head falls back against scattered documents as he fills me completely, my walls clamping around him.

"Yes," he breathes against my throat, his hips beginning a punishing rhythm. "You're so tight, Kessara. So hungry."

Each hard stroke drags over a spot inside me that makes my vision blur. Pleasure builds with terrifying speed, coiling tight in my belly. His hips hammer against mine, the smack of skin on skin echoing in the high-ceilinged room. He fucks like he owns me, like he's claiming every inch of my body with each deep thrust.

My fingers scramble for purchase, digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. "Harder."

"You like this?" he snarls, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Being fucked like a whore on my desk?"

"Yes!" The confession tears from me with desperate honesty. "Gods, yes."

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass, lifting me to take him deeper. The angle shifts, hitting a new spot that makes stars dance behind my closed eyelids. Pleasure sharpens into something jagged and overwhelming. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body arching up to meet his every thrust.

"Look at you," he snarls against my throat, his hips hammering into me with brutal force. "Sprawled out on my desk like common property. Spilling your wetness all over my paperwork like you can't control yourself."

"Yes," I gasp, the word dissolving into a broken moan as his pelvis grinds against my clit with each punishing stroke. My nails scrape against the polished wood of the desk, searching for purchase against the onslaught of sensation. "Yes, Zerion, oh fuck."

He drives deeper, the base of his cock stretching me to my limits until the sensation borders on pain. My thighs tremble around his hips, slick with our mingled sweat and the wetness spilling from my pussy with each violent thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the quiet study—a vulgar rhythm that matches the frantic pounding of my heart.

"You're mine," His teeth graze my earlobe before he bites just hard enough to make me cry out. "I will treat you as my equal, Kessara, but you belong to me."

I nod, my head thrashing against scattered documents.

His hand slides from my hip to grip my throat. The possessiveness of the gesture sends another jolt of pure, desperate heat through my core. He leans closer, his lips brushing mine as he speaks, each word a hot puff of air against my mouth.

"Beg me to come inside you."

"Please," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Breed me, Zerion. Fill my cunt with your seed. I need it."

His hips slam into mine with renewed ferocity. The hand on my throat moves to clamp over my mouth as I cry out, muffling the sounds of my pleasure. His pale grey eyes burn into mine, pupils dilated with lust. "Louder. I want to hear you beg for my cum."

"I need your come," I moan against his palm, shameless now. "I need you to fill my pussy until I can't take any more. Please, Zerion, please⁠—"

He rips his hand away from my mouth and his lips crash against mine, swallowing my pleas as his body tenses above me. His hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he buries himself to the hilt inside me. I feel him swell, pulse, shudder as warmth floods my core. Each muscle in my body clenches around him as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me so violently I scream into his mouth, my fingers clawing at his back hard enough to draw blood through the fabric of his shirt.

For a moment, we simply exist, chests heaving against each other. The air tastes of sweat and sex and the shock of what we've just done. The ruined silk of my gown sticks to my skin, damp with perspiration.

When he finally lifts his head, his eyes search mine with an intensity that steals what little breath I have left. He cups my cheek with one hand, his thumb stroking my bottom lip with surprising tenderness.

"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever known, Kessara. I will protect your family until my dying breath."

20

ZERION

Sunlight filters through the heavy curtains of my bedroom, casting golden streaks across Kessara's bare skin. She lies sprawled across my chest, one leg thrown over my hip, her dark hair fanned across her back like spilled ink. A few wayward strands have fallen across her cheek, and I brush them away with careful fingers, marveling at how soft her skin feels in the morning light.