Page 108 of The Curse of Golden Blood
"Big talk," she managed, though her voice shook. "Let's see if you can back it up."
"You want to see what a fae can do, little dove?" I bit down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. "I'll show you exactly what it means to belong to me."
I positioned myself behind her, running my hands over the curve of her ass, down her thighs, feeling the way she trembled.
"Last chance to be good," I murmured. "Apologize for your disobedience, and maybe I'll go easy on you."
She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, that defiant glint still in her eyes. "Make me."
Perfect.
I entered her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The sound she made went straight to my cock, sending pleasure shuddering through me.
She was tight around me, hot and wet and fluttering as her body adjusted to the sudden sensation. I fought the urgeto drive into her again, to claim her completely. Instead, I gave her a moment to adjust, bracing my hands on either side of her body.
Miralyte gasped, pressing her face into the mattress, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Is this what you wanted?" I growled, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "To push me until I lose control?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Gods, yes."
I leaned over her, pressing my chest against her back, my mouth at her ear. "Then take it like the good girl I know you can be."
I bit down on the base of her neck, hard, and she cried out, bucking under me. I pounded into her relentlessly, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. She pushed back against me, meeting each thrust, her moans growing louder with each stroke.
"Mine," I growled against her ear. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Say it."
"Yours, my Lord!" she gasped.
I released her wrists only to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. "Louder."
"Yours!" she cried out. "I'm yours!"
I let my power slip, just enough that electricity crackled across my skin where we touched. She jerked, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as the current sparked through her.
The magic intensified every sensation, made every nerve ending sing. Her whole body was trembling, caught between my cock pounding into her and the electricity dancing across her skin.
I released her hair and gripped both her hips, lifting them higher, changing the angle so I could sink impossibly deeper. She was making sounds I'd never heard before, desperate and broken and perfect.
"You were made for this," I told her, my voice rough with strain. "Made to take me. Made to be bred by me."
The words were primal, possessive, the kind of claim that went beyond mere physical pleasure. I wanted to mark her so thoroughly that no one would ever question who she belonged to.
I pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back. I wanted to see her face when I wrecked her completely. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
I hooked my arms under her knees and pressed them back toward her chest, folding her nearly in half. The position left her completely exposed, completely vulnerable.
"Watch," I commanded, driving back into her. "Watch me claim what's mine."
She looked down to where we were joined, watching as I disappeared inside her over and over. The sight of it made her clench around me, her walls fluttering.
I increased the flow of magic, letting it pool between us where her clit rubbed against my pelvis with each thrust. The electricity made her back arch violently off the bed.
"You're going to come for me," I growled. "You're going to come so hard you forget your own name. And then I'm going to fill you so full of my seed that it drips out of you for days. Everyone will know. Everyone will smell me on you and know exactly who you belong to."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Please, yes, my lord—"
I slammed into her harder, chasing that peak. My wings burst free without conscious thought, spreading wide before curling around us, creating a cocoon that shut out the rest of the world. Just her and me and this primal claiming.
"Come. Now."
