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With one forceful motion, Lucan slammed himself deep into Elarian.
Her throat clenched, eyes fluttering shut as strangled moans slipped from her lips. She wrenched an arm free from his shadows, clawing wildly at his back, pulling him closer. Pain blossomed wherever her nails carved into Lucan’s skin. He welcomed it, cock surging with blood until his skin stretched tight. Bending his neck low, he nipped at her earlobe.
“Do you need to be punished or rewarded, Elarian?”
Elarian could only summon another muffled moan as Lucan slammed himself again and again into her dripping wet hole, walls fluttering around him each time he buried his length in her. Sometime during his frenzy, her legs had wrapped around his hips, holding him close even as he tried to pull away.
Lucan grabbed Elarian by the chin and forced her head to the side.
“See that?” He made sure to press her cheek into the blood spreading across the marble floor. “That is your kill.” She hummed at his words. “I’m willing to reward you, pet.”
His words only made her thighs squeeze tighter, each time sending a frenzied wave of pleasure racing across Lucan’s mind. He did not dare stop; not when she felt fucking divine.
Ravenous at the sight before him, Lucan dipped his head low to the floor and inhaled deeply before dragging his tongue across the blood splattered over her chest. Pulse thrumming wildly in his ears, Elarian pressed her lips against Lucan’s neck. She stank of rot and death; truly, the gods could not have created a more alluring creature if they tried.
Thrusting wildly now, the fires that turned his mind to an ashen battlefield crept ever closer. One hand found Elarian’s throat while the other grabbed her hip.
“Even if you hate me, your cunt begs for my cock.” She grew wetter every second, eager to stretch wide for Lucan. “So fucking perfect, I might just keep you forever.”
At that, Elarian smiled deliriously.
“I will never love you, Lucan Valmere,” she said even as her eyes glazed over with bliss.
Sparks of pure energy filled Lucan from head to toe at her words. The thought of endlessly fucking this woman who wanted him dead—pulling scream after scream from her trembling throat while a ruthless war between lust and hate raged in her mind—filled his heart with a fullness he had long missed.
“Good,” he growled, low and guttural. Pressing his weight into Elarian, he buried himself until her breath stuttered. “I don’t require your love, Elarian.”
The nails at his back dug in until blood welled beneath their sharpened tips. Lucan groaned at the scent perfuming the air.
“Look at me,” he commanded, shadows forcing Elarian’s head back to the center. “I want you to remember exactly what it looks like when I fuck you.”
Elarian’s eyes widened.
Lucan’s stomach clenched at the sight.
Fuck her, ruin her, disgrace every part of her until nothing remained but him.
She would never love him, but he would still become her entire fucking world even if it killed them both.
Thrusting again, his muscles trembled.
“I.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Own.” Thrust. “You.”
Elarian shuddered at his words, nails biting into Lucan’s back until he roared, pain braiding with the blissful fires consuming his mind.
With one final, deep stroke, Lucan seized.
The inferno rose until his vision turned red. Thoughts turned to ash until he only understood the warmth around his cock and the peace washing over him.
Spilling his seed deep inside Elarian, Lucan collapsed on top of her, body shaking as his thoughts slowly returned. Her moon-pale arms still spattered with blood snaked around him, holding him close. Still overcome by the waves of bliss washing over him, he said nothing. The two lay there in silence, drenched in blood and mere feet away from a corpse already beginning to stink of decay,
Sometime during the night, the line between enemies had blurred beyond recognition.
To his surprise, Lucan no longer cared.
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Incessant Needs
