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“You came to haunt my dreams,” she whispered, lashes fluttering against his hand still clamped over her eyes.

Her words tore a strangled groan from Lucan’s throat.

“I promised I would.” Burying himself inside her cunt, Lucan squeezed his thighs until his cock pulsed wildly. “You take me so perfectly as you sleep.”

The shadows around them deepened. Lucan rolled Elarian back onto her stomach, then pulled himself out with great reluctance. Though he saw little in the darkness swirling around them, her arousal perfumed the air. Heavy and sweet like her honeyed blood, the scent intoxicated him.

“Do not open your eyes, Elarian.”

Lucan pulled his hand away from her face, then forced her head down into the mattress. He expected a cutting reply, but she only complied with a soft groan. Scooping his hands under both hips, he lifted her until her perfect, impossible-to-resist cunt filled his vision.

Summoning a thread of shadows, he let them slowly curl around Elarian’s legs. She sighed at their touch before leaning back.

“Is this what you want, Elarian?” Lucan pressed the head of his cock against her glistening lips. “Do you wish to be my plaything during these fevered nights?”

Shadows writhed over her thighs, her muscular back, looping around their joined hips like ravenous beasts.

“I-I…” she stuttered. Then, quieter, “Yes.”

Throbbing with need, Lucan pulled hard on Elarian’s hips, slamming into her even as she shook. A scream tore from her throat, muffled by the chains at her neck rattling as Lucan fucked her hard. He set a grueling pace, forcing himself into her even as she squealed.

“This is what you dream of, Elarian,” he groaned.

Each time his piercings slipped past her tight entrance, a jolt of pleasure surged through his stomach, adding to that growing pool of heat that burned away the eternal touch of undeath. Suddenly, each thrust came with the unquenchable need to consume everything Elarian was.

His vision dimmed.

The inferno blazing between them flared.

Ass clenching on the shadowy tendrils deep inside him, Lucan thrust one last time into Elarian’s wretched, creamy cunt. The heat pooling in his stomach burst, searing through his veins until his thoughts vanished. His fingers curled, gripping onto Elarian as if she were his only tether to this world.

Elarian shuddered once against his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned unconsciously.

A breath later, his seed spurt forth, filling her tight cunt with his blasphemous seed. Sinking against her, Lucan panted as his body shook, the orgasm washing over him in waves. As he cradled Elarian close, unconscious of how tenderly he held her, Lucan felt a sliver of happiness for the first time in his long, accursed life.

Slowly, the reverie faded. The shadows around them disappeared like fog under the burning sun. The two enemies kept their eyes closed, breathless pants and soft moans reminding them of the way they had yet again carved their mark into the other’s flesh.

Lucan savored every forbidden, blissful moment he’d stolen with the assassin he meant to kill. Still meant to kill. Had to kill after turning her blade against his court.

But fuck, like the godsdamned fool he was, he knew he could never let Elarian go.

As he watched Elarian’s eyes flutter closed once more, her whisper reached his ears.

“I should kill you for doing that to me.”

His fingers brushed against her shoulder.

“Yet still you crave it.”

Elarian sighed deeply, settling into the bed as slumber came to claim her once more.

“Yes,” she whispered. “And I will despise you forever for it.”

Good, Lucan thought warmly as he dipped a finger inside her cunt. Deadly playthings are much more satisfying.

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