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He presses deeper, inching in until he fills me up. Then he begins to fuck me and the world stands still. “You feel so good, Krasota,” he says and we groan together.

My pussy spasms from his relentless thrusts and I feel claimed in every way.

The jolt it gives me is more potent than that one time I tried a joint and thought I could fly off the top of the cathedral.I could have died then, too. I’m glad I didn’t. If only to experience this one moment.

I understand it now. That attraction to darkness.

It’s the same reason Persephone fell for Hades and Beauty for the Beast. Both women fell for their villains before they saw their hearts.

It’s because they were alive when they were with them.

Jaxon fucks me harder, every thrust of his cock forcing more pleasure into me, and I dig my heels into his back as I come again.

He hammers into me faster and I don’t stop coming. I can barely breathe. Then it’s like we both phase out of time and all I feel are his consuming thrusts.

It’s not until he grabs my hips tighter and his cock pulses inside me that I come back. And I come again.

He growls his own finish as his cum fills me, hot, vicious and virile, just like him.

His pumps slow to a stop and he releases me. Then he leans forward to rest against me, our bodies covered with sweat.

He brushes his forehead against mine and catches my face. “More. I need more. Give yourself to me, Krasota.”

Those words grip me in place, keeping me under his control. I know I’ve lost my mind. But tonight I don’t want to find my senses.

“Yes,” I answer.

Jaxon’s devilish smile tells me I’m right where he wants me and I won’t be leaving until he lets me go.

Chapter Seventeen

Jaxon

“Ride me,” I whisper in Gabriella’s ear as she straddles me and slides down my very hard cock.

She gasps and grinds her wet pussy over me and I plunge deeper into her, burying myself to the hilt.

A sexy moan slips from her lips and she tips her head back, closing her eyes to relish the pleasure I’m giving her.

We found our way back to the hot tub after I feasted on her on the breakfast table. This time we’re here doing what I wanted to do to her last night.

It must be two in the morning now. We got home about three hours ago

and I haven’t stopped taking her. I’ve been inside her every chance I got.

Watching her give in to me and yield to pleasure is a thing of beauty I never want to forget. Like this, she’s mine.

I take a mental picture of the way the shadows and moonlight capture her beautiful hair and the way her luscious lips part as the pleasure fills her body, bending her to my will.

I don’t know what has me more fascinated—watching her like this and knowing I had her, or knowing Istillhave her.

All of it. I fucking love all of it and everything she has to give me. I feel like I’ve tainted her purity, corrupted that innocence I sensed in her, and I want to keep smearing my darkness into her soul so she will always have a piece of me.

Gabriella moves her little hips above me and I allow her some control over my cock. I love listening to the little mindless moans of ecstasy that hum from her lips.

I’ve committed those sounds to memory, too, wanting them to stay with me.

Her moans grow louder and her movements faster. It’s sexy as fuck and makes me lose my mind.