Page 57 of Luna's Forgotten Vow

It's too much to process all at once and I shake my head. "Stop talking. I'm not having a conversation with a mad man."

"Well then. We'll talk after, since you're more interested in fighting me." He suddenly grips my chemise in a fist and raises it over my head so fast, I barely feel the sting as the straps snap against my skin.

I gasp, hugging my see-through brassiere. "I will scream if you touch me."

He shrugs off his shirt easily, letting it land with the rest of our clothes and moves in for his belt while my eyes grow wider and wider. He wouldn't. He really wouldn't dare. His dark hair falls over his eyes as he raises them to mine again. "Not the way I would have liked to make you scream but be my guest. You have no idea how hard your voice makes me."

I part my lips to indeed scream, but Soren's lips are on mine and I forget at the first stroke of his tongue against mine. It starts slow, teasing, like a lover joking around, but Soren groans into my mouth and the sound undoes me.

Everything goes out of control then. Both of us. The world. Our bodies. He picks me off the table and when he sets us down, it is to his cock nudging against my entrance.

His kisses devour my gasps. I hadn't even noticed him take it out of his briefs earlier. It is large enough to make me concerned, large enough to make me yelp as he pushes the tip against me.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he moans, scattering lavish kisses along my neck. "I'm sorry."

But he only grows harder, larger as he pushes yet another inch into me. His head dips and his breath catches, a small noise rolling in his chest. Pulling down the lace of my bra with his teeth, he catches a nipple in his hot mouth, tracing the sensitive bud with his tongue as he impales me with yet another broad inch.

Apparently, my body has decided that is all the foreplay it needs because my pussy sucks him in deep enough to hurt. We both groan and my nails break his skin as I sink them deeper, trying to adjust to the sensation of being so full. I suppose what they say about the Northerners is true, after all.

Something about wingspans in relation to heights.

Soren gives me a full minute to adjust, giving my breasts his full attention, and soon I begin to move against him, slippery sounds filling my ears.

He grips my hips and thrusts in so hard, my breasts bounce and my back curves. He makes a low sound of pure masculine approval, bucking his hips so that he hits an adulterous spot that makes me cry out in both agony and pleasure.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, but he fucks me deeper, touching places I didn't even know existed—no offense to any of my exes.

And gods, he isn't even all the way in yet.

He eases out a few inches, abandoning my breasts to kiss me wildly, his movements anything but coordinated. He wraps large hands around me and murmurs another apology against my ear as he pushes the last inch in, making me scream his name, toes curling, world hazing red.

For a moment, everything seems sharper somehow, clearer, though tinted red. I had no idea sex could change perception.

My pussy clenches around Soren's cock and I lose the ability to form thoughts, left with only excruciatingly sharpened senses and the dangerous edge of lust. I shut my eyes, leaning in to bury my face in his neck, and stars burst in the back of my eyes as he pulls out only to impale me again.

I cuss, pant, whimper. I bite his shoulder, licking his warm, salty skin.

He shudders and yanks my hair back so he can look in my face as he pounds into me. His eyes widen, his nostrils flare, and I see myself in his eyes. My hair is no longer in a bun, clinging tomy sweaty skin. My pupils are dilated and have an eerie glow to them that I've never seen before. My lips are swollen and parted. My nipples are pink and hard. My skin glistens with sweat.

It does something to me and I break the slow rhythm of his thrusts by bearing down hard on his cock. He hisses. "Don't do that."

I do it again.

"Gods, Seraphina. Do you get off on testing my patience?" he practically snarls, but there is no anger in his voice. He shuts his eyes as if staving off an inner battle and I rise in his lap again and roll in a complete circle before slamming down and clenching again.

He grabs my neck and bares his teeth at me. "I'm trying to be gentle. I don't want to hurt you."

"You already have," I rasp, and his eyes darken with understanding that my words have nothing to do with his cock that still seems to be growing inside me.

I feel it the exact moment Soren lets go. The tension bleeds from his face, but it isn't peace that overtakes his features. It is surrender. His gaze locks in mine, no longer guarded and there is nothing human in them. There is only black and gold, pupils blown wild and glassy with a desperate hunger.

There is no hesitation, no warning.

He fucks me like I am the enemy, knocking the air from my lungs and even then, he cuts off my airflow, making me lightheaded. He fucks me like he's been starving for an eternity and has finally decided to feed without mercy. There is nothing tender. Just the sharp slap of my skin against his as I bounce off his cock, thesnarl of his breath in my ear, and the slick heat of arousal and something thicker between my thighs.

The stretch burns, but gods, I can't bring myself to care.

I claw at him, drag my nails down his spine hard enough to draw blood, baring my throat instinctively as his teeth scrape his bite from earlier.

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