19. Eve

19

EVE

A fter we rest and put distance between us, Mordakus pulls me into his arms, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation, of exhilaration. After everything we've been through, it's a miracle that we're here, alive, together.

His eyes are a fiery inferno, filled with heat and hunger. I see the barely restrained power within him, the creature he tries to keep at bay. But tonight, I'm not afraid.

I reach up, my hands bolder than I've ever been before, and cup the sides of his face. I hold his gaze, my own burning with a mix of need and determination.

"Make me feel alive, Mordakus," I whisper against his lips, my breath hot and desperate. I don't need to say please. I know he can see it in my eyes, hear it in my tone. I wouldn't be here, in his arms, if I didn't trust him implicitly.

A growl rumbles in his chest, the savage sound sending a shiver down my spine. I feel his control slip, his demon side coming forward in the best kind of way.

He pulls back, his eyes flashing as his grip on me tightens. I let out a startled cry as he suddenly lifts me off the ground, and my heart hammers in my chest as he turns and pins me against the nearest tree.

I can feel the rough bark biting into my back, but the discomfort is swept away by the electric flush of desire that washes over me.

Mordakus lowers his head, nipping and sucking at my neck. I let out a gasp as his teeth scrape against my skin. The sensation is exquisite, the sting of pain only adding to the pleasure already coursing through me.

His hands move, sliding up under my shirt, and palming my breasts. I can't help but moan as he squeezes, his fingers finding my nipples and circling the stiff peaks.

"You've tormented me, Eve," he growls, his voice like gravel. "With your innocence, your beauty, your spirit. And now, I'm going to take what's mine."

"Yours," I breathe, the word slipping from my lips like a prayer. I want to belong to him, body and soul. I want to be his completely.

His hands move again, this time reaching up to cup my face. He tilts my head back, baring my throat to him. Then, he kisses me. It's not gentle or sweet. It's a claim, a branding of his lips against mine.

I devour him just as eagerly, our lips clashing in a heated, wet dance. I can taste the ferocity of his desire, the hunger.

Mordakus tugs at my shirt, ripping it off my body. I gasp as the cool air hits my skin, my nipples furling into tight points.

He moves to bind my wrists with my torn shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. It's rough and quick, and then he takes a step back, his gaze raking over me.

"On your knees, Eve," he orders, his voice barely human.

I slide to the ground, the damp soil cold and unyielding beneath me. I look up, holding Mordakus' gaze as he releases his erection from his pants.

Even in the dim light, I can see the thick, pulsating length of him. He's huge, far bigger than any man I've ever been with. But I'm not afraid. Not with him.

I reach out, wrapping my fingers around the thickened length of his cock. He hisses at my touch, his hands fisting at his sides. But he doesn't stop me, so I lean forward, my tongue swirling around the head of his erection.

He tastes like salt and sin, and I can't help but crave more. I take him deeper, my hand moving to cup his balls as I suck him.

Mordakus' hands tangle in my hair, holding me as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow at first, giving me a chance to adjust. Then, he starts to go faster, harder.

I keep my eyes on his, watching as his face tightens with pleasure. I can feel him, taste him, all hot and hard and desperate in my mouth.

He's close. I can feel it in the way his cock pulses, the way his hands grip my hair. And then, with a roar, he comes, his seed spilling down my throat.

I swallow eagerly, taking everything he gives me. But it's not enough. I need more. I need all of him.

Before he can pull away, I cling to him, my nails biting into his thighs as I force his hand. "Please, Mordakus," I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, take me."

"You're mine, Eve," he growls, his eyes filled with possession and need.

His hands move to my pants, ripping them off me with a quick, violent motion. I gasp, my body exposed to the cool night air, my pussy wet and aching.

He steps closer, lifting me up until my back is against the rough bark of the tree once more. He aligns us, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

"Hold on, little one," he warns, his voice thick with lust.

If I thought his mouth was demanding, it's nothing compared to his cock. He drives into me, sheathing himself in one hard thrust. The pain is sharp, but it fades quickly, replaced by the most incredible sense of fullness.

Mordakus starts to move, his hips pistoning in and out, his cock filling me completely. It's fast, hard, and so good. Gods, it's good.

His fingers find my clit, and with every thrust, he strokes, teases, sending spark after spark of pleasure shooting through me. I feel electric, sparking and burning, caught in a whirlwind of fiery ecstasy.

"Come for me, Eve," he growls, his voice barely recognizable. "Come. Now."

His command sends me spiraling, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. I cry out, my body clenching tight around him, and I feel him follow me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his release.

We collapse, our breaths heavy, our hearts racing. But as we hold each other, I can't help but feel a sense of rightness. This is where I'm meant to be, in his arms, with him.

In the darkness, I find light. In the ruins of our world, I find hope. And in the arms of a gruff demon, I find love.

And as Mordakus holds me, as his heart beats in sync with mine, I know that, together, anywhere is home.