Page 125 of The Call of Crimson
“I said—turn around,” he hisses. “Or I will gladlyturn you myself.”
The grip on my body slackens enough to allow movement, and with a sigh, I shift to face him.
“Happy?” I ask sweetly.
“Ecstat—”
He doesn’t finish the word. I slam down onto him, burying him to the hilt in one brutal move.
We gasp in unison.
“Move those hips, Princess,” he demands, voice strained.
I obey, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate figure eights.
Aurelius cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, sending pleasure sparking through my core.
My pace quickens, need driving my every move.
I listen to the demands of my body, riding Aurelius harder and faster, then eventually switching to lifting myself up and slamming down onto him. The change leaves us both panting, desperate for more of the other.
Aurelius strains upward, trying to bring himself closer to my writhing body atop him. The shadows still woven around his neck keep him anchored.
I tighten their hold ever so slightly in warning. I will take what I want from him because I am in control now.
“Harder,” he demands.
His words catch me by surprise. He likes it rough, but I never pictured it going this far.
I tighten the shadows more, and I swear I feel him harden further inside of me, his head thrown back in utter bliss.
Aurelius bucks up from below, driving into me with brutal force, and I barely have time to brace myself.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
Worried he might pass out, I slacken the shadows' hold just enough for him to drag in air.
Heated eyes find mine instantly. “I didn’t say stop,” he growls. “Now fucking come for me before I lose all control.”
I keep moving, swiveling my hips in such a way that my clit rubs against him, driving me to the precipice of another orgasm.
My shadows constrict around his throat once more, and his hand shoots up, wrapping around my own throat. He squeezes just enough to make my vision blur.
At the same time, his Hemonia Gift flares, sending a rush of blood straight to my sex and nipples, magnifying every ounce of sensation.
It pushes me right over the edge.
I cry out, clenching around him in a devastating orgasm as he shudders beneath me, pulsing deep inside.
Hot, wet release spills between us, and I collapse forward onto his chest, both of us panting like we’ve been fighting for our lives.
When we finally break apart, Aurelius’s voice is low and smug as he purrs, “As I said—just like a wild animal.”
Shaking my head at his antics, I roll off him, immediately mourning the loss of him inside me.
“Now,” I rasp, “tell me what you’d do to someone who kissed me.”
Aurelius’ smile is slow, feral. “I would cut out his tongue and remove his eyes, then fuck you in front of him?—”
