Page 16 of Branded By Shadow
“I know it does.” He wrapped his arms around me, holding me through the convulsions. “But fighting makes it worse.”
I couldn’t stop fighting. Couldn’t surrender to what my instincts demanded. My mind screamed at me to resist, to maintain control, to not give in.
But my control was already gone. There was no world beyond the rough scrape of his chest against my nipples and the scent of dark earth that filled my lungs. There was only him above me, a shadow blocking out everything else.
My body begged shamelessly, rubbing, writhing, my nipples hard and aching. It was a demand, one that Damon heardwithout me saying a word. He lowered his mouth over a tight peak. Pleasure shot through me so violently I cried out, my nails scoring lines on his shoulders.
Damon groaned, sucking harder when my back arched off the bed. He claimed my other breast, squeezing, rolling my nipple between rough fingers.
More. Please. Now.My desperation was everywhere all at once, in my throat, in my head, on my tongue. I spoke and I didn’t, out of my mind with lust.
The partial claiming mark on my neck pulsed with each frantic heartbeat, an incomplete promise that tortured rather than satisfied. I shoved his hand against it, needing him to understand.Complete it. Finish it. Make it real.
“This is what’s driving you insane.” His thumb traced the marks, sending shockwaves through my system. “The incomplete bond.”
I guided his hand harder against the burning skin, whimpering. “Finish it,” I pleaded, past shame, past pride. “Please just finish it.”
“I will,” he rumbled. “But not yet.”
Damn him. I prayed Hades came out of his infernal realm and took Damon back. He’d fucking deserve it, a million times over.
His mouth trailed down, licking a hot path across my sternum, lower, lower. Finally, his breath fanned over my slick heat. I nearly came undone at the anticipation alone.
“Fuck, you smell like heaven.”
Then his tongue was on me, broad and unrelenting, lapping up my slick. My hips bucked violently, and I flailed like a mad thing. “More,” I begged, my hands fisting in his hair. “Please, Damon, more.”
He dragged his tongue up my folds, then closed his lips around my clit and sucked. I let out a hoarse cry, my thighs clamping around his head. If that took him aback, he didn’t show it. He took his time tormenting me, feasting on my juices like it was the only sustenance he needed.
When I shattered, it was messy and brutal. I jerked against his mouth as my orgasm tore through me. But even as I writhed, he held me down, extending every aftershock until I thought I’d break apart entirely.
Only when I collapsed back into the mattress did he rise over me, his mouth slick with my release.
“You taste like mine.” He pressed our mouths together, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. His cock nudged my thighs, thick and demanding.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, I need it.”
Damon growled, grinding his length against my swollen folds, coating himself in my slick. The blunt head caught at my entrance but didn’t push in. He teased me, dragging it over my clit again and again until I was sobbing with frustration.
I wasn’t Cora Ellis anymore. I was hunger, longing, and desperation in human form. And at this point I wasn’t beneath humiliating myself to get what I wanted. “Fuck me, Damon. Alpha. Fuck me.”
Something vicious flashed in Damon’s eyes, a darkness that I should have feared. But I couldn’t bring myself to question it. The next thing I knew, he was filling me. Slow and relentless. Brutal in its perfection.
A raw cry escaped my throat, a sound I didn’t recognize, that I had no power to stop. My inner muscles gripped him desperately, as if afraid he’d stop before I was fully consumed.
His cock stretched me, inch by relentless inch. His lips twisted into a snarl, and he grabbed my hips, holding me in place. My legs locked around his waist, and I hauled him closer, deeper.
The moment he entered me fully, I almost came on the spot. My bones melted, and my blood boiled. Nothing existed beyond the perfect fullness.
“Keep your eyes open,” Damon ordered. “I want to see you break.”
I couldn’t have refused him to save my life. Even with my mind hazy and lost, I forced myself to look straight at him.
“Good girl.” The approval in his tone sent heat flooding through me. “So good for me. Perfect.”
His scent enveloped me, dark and earthy and utterly male. It invaded my lungs, my pores, my brain. In that moment, I lived only for this, for his scent, his possession, his cock driving into me over and over.
My own submission coated my tongue, and I swallowed the taste of it, wanting more. His eyes burned in the dim light, a reflection of the fever that consumed me. Glowing, primal, utterly dominant. They never left mine as he thrust, each push plunging me deeper into the inferno.
