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The restraint in his eyes snapped. He rolled his hips, gliding all the way to the end of her.
He ran one palm over her ass, the other gripping her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh. She met his gaze as he took her deeper and harder, rutting her with a fevered pace against the edge of the balcony, thrusting his hips rhythmically.
A low moan escaped her throat, and a matching groan echoed from him. As she leaned back, almost losing her grip, she felt the blood pounding in her ears as it rushed to her head. Fear struck her heart, but it was immediately replaced by a wave of pleasure.
Footsteps echoed down the silent corridor. Someone was running toward them, yet he didn’t stop. Instead, his pace increased, fevered with possession. He held her hips tighter, his grip firm. In sync with his forceful movements, she let out a loud moan, feeling a surge of indescribable bliss as she reached the pinnacle, stars obscuring her vision.
“That’s it, let go, little lamb. I love how you clench around me. You are mine,” he stated, voice breaking. “Only.Mine.” With every thrust, he growled the words with severe obsession, intensifying the pleasure that was on the verge of overwhelming her, enveloping her in a delicious darkness.
The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the air as he moaned, the footsteps closer now. His muscles tightened, but whoever it was had veered off in the other direction.
With a click from his jaw, he leaned down, pressing his fangs against her, not breaking skin, but the pressure alone sent her to new heights.
Heat radiated from his thick cock, sending tremors through her. A sudden, primal roar ripped from his mouth, his mouth wide open as he came undone, jetting his hot heat into her until her quivering body was dripping with his release, pouring down the sides of his rigid length and her thighs.
Her body convulsed with aftershocks, and the force of her scream vibrated through the vast, echoing room as it shredded through her.
Rocking the final dregs of pleasure from her, husky, short grunts left his mouth, his shuttered eyes tipped down to look at her beautiful, pink glistening clit covered in his essence.
Gradually, he withdrew from her, leaving a path of his shining fluid trickling into the crease of her ass.
In a sudden motion, he pulled her back, his stare softening when he removed his mask, tossing it aside.
She wanted to tell him then, how she truly felt. The truth danced on her tongue, her stomach cartwheeling as she tried to voice those three world-changing words. Removing the lamb's mask, she wiped away the sheen of sweat that had formed underneath, and said, “Nathaniel, I—”
Her words cut off midway. Sliding down his body, she stumbled back, but he caught her. A woozy feeling, accompanied by a slight buzzing in her ears, washed over her. What was happening?
Stars danced in her vision, and she crumpled to her knees.
“Charlotte!”
His fingers were on her face, and she could barely utter a cohesive sound.
“What is happeni—” He stumbled back, falling to his knees.
The potion had worked, and she had been right not to trust Katherine. It had poisoned her too. She reached for his fingers on the carpeted floor when a void of darkness stole her consciousness entirely.
Chapter Thirty
A bitter gust of wind swept through Charlotte’s long hair as she arose from the dreamless dark, held up by a pair of clunky, enormous arms.
She strained her gaze to the side, staring at the corpse-sewn giant that must have been one of Gertrude’s monsters. He lumbered forward, the vibrations from each of his thumped steps amplifying the aching in her joints. Blotchy, gray skin stretched taut over the monster's unnaturally muscular limbs, a patchwork of discolored skin and scar tissue.
His bright blue eyes were obscured by a milky film, washing the darkness of his pupils into an ashy-white. There was no glint of intelligence or emotion in the hazy depths, as if his soul had become lost amidst his decaying brain.
Her eyes flicked open to the starless sky and full, yellow moon suspended in inky blackness. She stretched her mouth toscream, but the sound remained frozen in the back of her throat, unable to surface through the haze of the potion. Katherine had taken it too, so to gain her trust. Unless, that was why she left so quickly to go to her bedroom, so she wouldn’t see the effects.
Panic hurtled into her veins. Where was Nathaniel? The potion would only last for a couple of hours, if Katherine was to be believed, so if she was awake, then he would soon be too.
Latin chants echoed in her mind from nearby, an icy cold biting her arms through the sheer fabric.
Gertrude’s voice filtered into her ears when thick teardrops slid down her temples and into her black hair. “Well done, Katherine. It all worked out just as you said. You broke me out of there and got me the girl. You will be rewarded.”
“All I want is my brother,” she answered, her voice cracking.
“If the ritual goes well, we shall return you to him.”
“Where is he?”
