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“You will be once I shove my dick in your cunt,” he growls, lining himself up, thrusting into me so hard, so deep, I can feel him in my chest. In my heart.
My back arches, the water whirling around my hair as it pulls it back into the water, as if it’s beckoning me. I let out a moan, listening as the waves carry it away.
His fingers dig into my hip, gripping me tightly as he gets up on his knees, my legs draped around his hips as he plows into me.
“You want to know how I know you’re a witch?” he growls, each slam of his body against mine causing me to slide up the rough sand, but he keeps his hold tight, pulling me back toward the water.
“How?” I moan, gasping when his thumb comes down, burrowing against my clit. He rubs me hard and fast, each pass making me jolt against him.
“Because only a witch would have a pussy like yours. So fucking wet, so fucking warm. Every time I sink into you, you grip me so fucking tight, I never want to leave.”
My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I can feel him grow harder in me, flexing, tensing, stretching the walls. “Fuck. You’re so big,” I moan, losing all control of my words, feeling a pinch of pain in my hips, not sure I can take much more.
“I’ll tear you in two if it means I’ll make it fit, Hazel. Nothing’s going to stop me from fucking you.”
I let out another moan, one from deep within, tears leaking from my eyes as my insides burn, warming my veins and turning my limbs to mush. I spread my legs wider, and he grabs onto them, shoving them up until my knees hit my chest. It makes him go deeper, my eyes widening as he fills me completely. He absolutely consumes me.
“So deep. Such a good pussy. Such a good fucking witch,” he grunts, making me whimper, and he grinds himself into me, his hips rolling, hitting the very spot that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My fingers go down, my nails digging into the wet sand around me. They embed in my nails as I grapple for something to hold on to, but I’m at a loss, and I bring my hands over my head, pulling on my hair as I let out a scream. My release getting closer, taking over my every sense, making me wanton.
“Scream for me, baby. Scream for your enemy.”
His hand goes to my bra, and he yanks it down below my ribs, my breasts bouncing free. Every thrust of his hips into mine has them rocking against my chest, and his palm slams down on one, his fingers trailing along the curve before he grabs my nipple between his fingers, tugging, pulling, soothing.
I shake my head back and forth, the sensations too much, so much.
“I can feel your cunt tighten. You going to come for me?” he pants.
I nod, my mouth going dry. My tongue slips out, tears rolling down my face as I wet my lips. “Mhmmm.”
Leaning down, he presses against my knees as he fucks me harder, faster, plowing into me so roughly sand kicks up around us, the water crashing around our bodies angrily, as if it’s matching the same tension we have for one another.
His hand goes to my neck, and he trails his fingers up, sliding them against my jaw until his thumb and pointer press into my cheeks, squeezing them as his face comes down on mine. Hovering only inches away from my lips, he whispers, “Then,come.”
My neck arches back, and I stare up at the orange moon, feeling like it’s staring at me, watching me. It’s a sign, but I can’t connect that right now, because an orgasm rips through my body so rapidly I begin vibrating with pleasure.
“Yes,” he growls, his fingers digging into me so roughly as he finds his own release. His growl is ferocious, ripping through his throat so brutally another tremor racks my body.
We rock against each other as we come down.
His hand trails up my body, from my clit, across my quivering stomach, and up to my throat. He squeezes tight as he leans down, dropping my legs and giving me a kiss that steals my soul. Felix doesn’t kiss like this. Long, deep, breathtaking. Felix’s kisses are cruel, vicious.
But this kiss takes everything and leaves me feeling like he dipped into my chest and lifted my soul from my body, taking everything for himself.
Once he pulls away, I stare up at him with wide eyes, wondering what flicker of emotion is hiding behind his dark gaze. I want to inspect it, dissect it, investigate, and put together my own puzzle. But I do none of those things.
Because the cracking of bones meets my ears, and I freeze underneath Felix, my wide, terrified eyes going to his.
His body tenses, and he leaps off me, yanking me up in the process. I search through the darkness, wondering where the noise is coming from.
My eyes freeze on the water as I see a dark object rising from the surface.
“What is that?” I whisper, pointing toward the figure. It’s only a few yards away, and I back up, my feet going to dry land.
“What the fuck?” he mumbles, stepping back with me, pushing me behind him, blocking me from whatever is lurking in the waters.
The cracking speeds up as it grows taller, the body of a woman with dark hair standing from the deep waters. Her back is to me, her white, threadbare dress sticking to her skin. It’s baggy, a little dingy, her stringy, knotted hair hanging down between her shoulders.
