Chapter 89
Chapter 89
Valencia’s POV:
I break away from him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before trailing down slowly, my lips brushing over his skin–from his lips to his chin, then down to his Adam’s apple.
My eyes meet his dark, burning gaze, and I can’t help the slight curve to my lips as I watch his breath grow heavier. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I feel a rush of heat knowing I’ve undane him.
I move my hands lower, further down his body, and pull off his boxers. The sharp inhale I take when my gaze lands on his hard length is involuntary.
“Fuck…” The word slips out before I can stop it. Had I really taken this monster inside me?
It’s huge, veined, and throbbing, the tip glistening with precum. It twitches slightly, almost as if anticipating what I’ll do next, and I can feel his restlessness through our bond Without hesitation, I lean forward.
I take him into my mouth, but I can barely manage halfway before I start gagging.
Dante clenches his teeth, his jaw tightening as he curses under his breath. His hands fist in the sheets, his self–control barely tethered./
I begin to pull away, thinking I’ve done something wrong, but then his hips rock forward, pushing deeper into my mouth. I choke slightly, my heart pounding as heat floods my core. My thighs rub together instinctively, trying to ease the aching tension.
My eyes water as he begins using my mouth, guiding me with slow, measured thrusts. I do my best to keep up, bobbing my head up and down. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long before I feel his cock pulse against my tongue.
Sensing he’s about to release, I instinctively pull back, remembering how unpleasant it tasted with Jaxon. But before I can fully retreat, Dante’s hands grip my head, holding me in place.
My already watery eyes widen, and I want to protest–but then he’s cumming.
He spills into my mouth, and I brace myself for the bitter taste, but… it’s sweet? My mind reels at the unexpected flavor. I force myself to take him deeper, swallowing as quickly as I can, desperate to finish before I gag again. His release is intense, leaving my throat burning from the sheer volume, but I manage to endure it.
Finally, he pulls away, and I collapse against him, gasping for air. My face is tear–streaked, and I feel utterly spent. Dante reaches for me, pulling me onto his lap. His hands cup my cheeks as he kisses me fervently, his lips hot and demanding.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s on me again. His energy is unrelenting, his arousal burning as hot as ever. Unlike before, he’s ready almost immediately–no breaks, no hesitation.
The first time we’d done this, I’d been in heat, suppressors long forgotten. Even then, he’d taken brief moments to let me recover. But tonight, it seemed as though I was the only one clinging to lucidity.
He leans down, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers something that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Rumag.”
The word is rough, almost guttural, and my heart stutters at the sound.
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I don’t know what it means–at least, not consciously–but something deep inside me stirs. A quiet whisper in the back of my mind tells me: mate.
Warmth floods my chest, filling me with a strange, inexplicable joy. But before I can dwell on it, Dante growls, pushing me down onto the bed.
He moves over me, devouring me with his lips and teeth. His mouth trails down my neck, licking and biting, before moving lower. His body radiates heat, scorching against my skin, and every touch sends shockwaves through me.
His rough grunts fill the air, but there’s something different about them. They sound almost… pained.
“Dante?” I manage to whisper, my voice trembling
His eyes snap to mine, and my breath catches in my throat. The golden glow in his irises has vanished, replaced by a deep, menacing crimson..
I barely have time to process the change before he growls, pulling my thighs apart. He plunges into me without warning, and I scream as pain radiates through my body.
“Dante—” I try to tell him to stop, but he doesn’t slow down. His hips move with relentless force, each thrust knocking the air out of me.
The pain is sharp, but as his pace steadies, it begins to transform into something else. Pleasure blooms deep inside me, intense and all–consuming, making me gasp and moan despite myself.
His lips crash against mine, swallowing my cries as his movements grow even more desperate.
My mind is blank, my senses overwhelmed. Every nerve in my body is tuned to him–his touch, his scent, the sound of his deep, guttural growls.
The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, the soft chime of my anklets adding an almost surreal melody to the chaos.
And then he stops.
I hear him gasp, his body trembling above me as he pulls back slightly.
“Not enough,” he groans, his voice laced with frustration and arousal.
I frown, not understanding what’s wrong.
His body tenses, his muscles rippling as sharp horns begin to grow from the sides of his head. Scales spread across his arms and chest, glinting faintly in the dim light.
And then his wings unfurl.
Massive, dark, and powerful, they cast a shadow over the bed, their presence both awe–inspiring and terrifying.
“Dante?” I whisper, my voice shaking as panic rises in me.
He growls low in his throat, his eyes glowing brighter as he nuzzles into me. His body presses against mine, his movements frantic and uncontrolled.
Then I feel it.
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Him growing inside me.
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“Pull out -oh god, Dante–” My words dissolve into gasps and moans as he begins moving again, his size pushing me to my absolute limit.
The pain and pleasure are indistinguishable now, blending into one overwhelming sensation. Tears stream down my face as he picks me up, making me straddle him as he thrusts deeper than ever before.
How was I not dead yet? I couldn’t even fathom what was happening inside me at the moment. His cock had doubled in size and I did not need to look down to know I was probably bleeding
I should stop him. I know I can stop him. My safe word is on the tip of my tongue.
But I don’t say it.
Instead, a quiet, insistent voice in the back of my mind whispers more.
After what feels like an eternity, he stiffens, and his teeth sink into my nape.
A sharp cry escapes me as warmth floods my body.
My orgasm hits me like a freight train and my vision goes white.
He doesn’t stop though, never stops.
But my mind staggers on one thought. He marked me.
The realization hits me like a tidal wave, even as exhaustion pulls me under.
I feel his essence flow into me again, his spiritual energy filling every corner of my being. My arms and legs go limp, my mind hazy and numb.
And then, I surrender completely.
AD
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