Page 78 of Black Castle

Her breath hitches, her lips parting in a silent cry as he stretches her impossibly wide, an intrusion that is both unbearable and intoxicating.

“Oh, god, fuck, you’re so—” Her head tips back, her eyes squeezing shut, overwhelmed by the burning pleasure tearing through her.

“No one else will ever touch you like this.” His teeth graze her jaw, his tongue flicking over the pulse hammering beneath her skin. “No one else will ever make you feel this way. Not even my brother.”

A thunderous moan tears through her opened mouth as her eyes roll back in, her hips thrusting forward as his pace quickens.

“Please, please, please.”

The words tumble from her lips, breathless, desperate—a broken prayer to a god she no longer worships.

Zev doesn’t slow. He doesn’t soothe. He fucks her like he owns her, like he’s claiming every inch of her trembling body with each brutal thrust. His grip is punishing, fingers digging deep into her flesh, branding her with the promise that she will never belong to anyone else but him.

“Oh god, yes, yes yes!”

She’s unraveling beneath him, her body bending to his will, her pleasure laced with something darker, something dangerous. He watches her come undone, watches as her mind fights the inevitable—fights the pull into his world, his filth, his madness. But she will lose.

“You think you can keep yourself from this?” His voice is a low growl, his lips ghosting against her cheek as his teeth graze the delicate skin beneath her eye. “You think you’re untouched by the darkness?”

He drives into her harder, forcing her to feel him, to let him drag her into his abyss.

“No, ladybird. You’re in my darkness now.”

He will break her. He will shatter every last piece of innocence she thinks she has. And when he puts her back together, she won’t be the same. She will be corrupted, tainted, ruined.

“Oh my god. Please, don’t stop,” she gasps, her back arching, her heels pinned harder against his hip, as her nails rake down his spine, pleasure crashing over her.

And the harder he thrusts, watching her unravel beneath him, watching her cry and beg for more of this madness, the more the need to possess and claim overwhelms him.

She belongs to his brother. It is just in his nature to take what belongs to his brother. To ruin, to taint, to break. He just wanted to destroy his delicate fairy and watch her wither.

But now, as she stares into his dark with that list filled eyes, as if he thrusts are everything she craves, as if his madness is everything she needs, he suddenly wants to have her.

He should have her. After all, he was the one that met her first. It was his fire she felt first, his abyss she tasted first. Why can’t he have her instead of Lucan?

“Good girl,” he murmurs against her trembling lips, drinking in the wreckage he’s created. “Now, let’s see how much deeper I can take you, my tattered, broken doll.”

His thrusts grow impossibly deeper, reaching a part she isn’t even aware of within her. He thrusts hard and madly, possessively, dangerously, as if he’s making a promise, staking a claim, trying to carve himself into something eternal.

“I think you were truly made for me, ladybird.” His lips press to her jaw, deceptively gentle, before he drags his teeth down the column of her throat. He bites her skin again—sharp, punishing—until she gasps, her body tensing beneath him. The sting blooms into something hotter, something she should resist but doesn’t. The metallic tang of her blood smears across his lips, and a dark growl vibrates from his chest, reverberating through her.

She’s drowning in him, in the weight of his body, the punishing thrust of his cock, with a hand around her throat, owning her every breath. And when he pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes burn like fire in the dark.

“Please, don’t stop.” Her voice is wrecked, a breathless plea that only feeds the fire in his veins. She’s clenching around him, her body desperate, greedy, needy, and fuck, it’s perfect.

Zev chuckles darkly, the sound curling around her like a vice. “Not a chance, darling. I am far too gone to stop now.”

His hand moves from her neck to grip her thigh, fingers pressing bruises into her skin as he pulls out agonizingly slow just to hear her whimper, just to see the frustration flicker in her glazed eyes. And then, with a sharp thrust, he’s buried inside her again, forcing a shuddering moan from her swollen lips.

“Fuck, look at you.” His voice is thick with hunger, his pace relentless, punishing. “So tight, clenching around my cock, like that. Oh, God, you’re so fucking perfect for me, ladybird. I will kill anyone that thinks you and I aren’t a perfect match.”

Her moans dissolve into cries, her fingers fisting the sheets, her body writhing beneath him as he fucks her raw. The wet slap of skin, the obscene sound of her drenched pussy taking every inch of him... it’s pure fucking bliss.

“You feel that, ladybird?” He thrusts deeper, rougher, meaner, savoring the way her breath stutters. “Even your body knows. It knows who owns it now.”

And she does. He can feel it in the way she grips him, in the way she chases his pleasure with her own. She was made for him, sculpted to take his madness, to drown in his depravity.

“I have tasted you, ladybird,” he rasps, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he pauses inside her, his cock throbbing against her wall. “I’m afraid I have taken a liking to the sound you make for me, the hunger and madness in your eyes when I’m buried deep inside you, the feeling of you around me. And that’s the fucking problem. Because when I like something, I tend to keep returning for more, and the more I take, the more I possess…” His head lowers between her neck, whispering into her searing skin. “Ladybird, I’m afraid you’re mine now.”

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