Page 185 of Nemesync
So heavenly, so mine.
Every aspect of her being calls out for me to claim her completely, begging for me to consume her entirely.
One bite on her neck, another profane mark on that pure skin. Staining it with darkness and adoration, finally carving my shadow on her. Zanae welcomed my obscurity with her own dusk, and like obsidian meeting granite, our collision created a black hole of lust and ownership.
Fatal and merciless.
She touched me with passion and desire even if she knew that I was the Devil.
Of course I would keep her forever.
Her voice, her heart, her body, her soul, everything was mine to destroy, to own, to heal, and to worship.
I deepened the kiss, savoring every moment of her losing it, not wanting to miss a single expression of pleasure that crosses her pretty face.
Feeling her let go, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, I increased the intensity of my movements, thrusting faster and harder with each stroke. My right hand firmly gripped her hips as her free hand rested on my back.
“Come on,Milaya. Let me hear just how much you crave me. Tell me how much you love having my cock inside you,” I urged, my voice husky with desire.
“I love it,” she replied, breathless.
My deadly and delicate obsession.
“Fucking perfect,” I exhaled weakly, my voice rough with need.
My grip tightened on her waist, my knuckles turned white as I drove into her with frenzied force. With each second, I bury myself deeper in her, and she whimpered, a breathy, urgent sound slipping from her lips, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
So desperate for release.
I couldn’t even stop myself, eliciting soft cries from her lips. Helpless to resist, I teased her clit at the same time, savoring the way she trembled against me. “You like that, don’t you,Little nightmare?”
She nodded, biting her lip to stifle her screams, but I firmly grasped her cheeks, turning her face towards me. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Oh fuck! Eli!” she let out, her voice trembling.
I looked down and witnessed her taking every fucking inch of me so deeply.
“Made for me. My own slut. Dark and beautiful.”
My cock glided in her easily, wet from her own arousal. If I could stay there, I would fucking stay buried deep inside her until my last breath.
She screamed my name as I delivered one powerful thrust. “Elijah!”
That’s it, that’s all it takes for me to realize—she owns me completely. My name sounded right only when she was the one crying it out.
“My legs… they’re shaking….” She breathed, trying to ride her orgasm away.
I thrusted harder and grabbed her hips to keep her right there. “I’m not done,” I stated, needy and agonizing from pleasure.
She was shaking even more than before, her breathing almost cut, the end of her beautiful stomach tightened and her eyes rolled back.
She was coming, and she was coming hard.
Her climax triggered my own, the sensation of her tightening around me leading me to my own release.
“Fuck, Zanae, that’s it, come for me again.”
It was intense, so intense I could barely stop myself from kissing her as I spilled inside her. Her breath gradually steadied, and I just placed a tender kiss on her temple.
