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He whips the towel off my body, leaving me naked beneath his blazing red gaze. I feel a sweeping sensation of warmth, almost as if a volcanic presence has manifested in the very room in which we stand.
“Beautiful,” Emrys breathes. “You have been worth the chase.”
Those words of affirmation feel good. He and I have been testing one another from the moment we first laid eyes on one another. I cannot forget that he was the first to find me. The first to lay his claim to me. This moment may have been fated from that one.
He wraps me in his alien embrace, taking charge of me inexorably. The fear I have always felt in his presence is melting into excitement as his arms wrap around me. He picks me up, because I am far too short for him to hold me without breaking his back. As my feet leave the floor, I feel a wave of perfect helplessness. After all this time running, I have given up in a fundamental way. He has me, and I am going to let him have me. All the pampering has made me soften, or maybe it’s just that I am starting to slow down. One can only run so far for so long.
Emrys’ fangs slide over my neck, grazing tender skin lightly. There is a sting as they sink in, a moment of connection that links me with him more closely than I have ever been linked to anybody. I have been fucked before, but this is something far more intimate than being fucked. I am being consumed. I am being taken as nourishment.
He bites down deeper and I am helpless as the predator begins to feed on my blood. My muscles relax and leave me in a tranquil state in his arms. This is the realization all prey must have before meeting its end in the jaws of a predator. There is a moment in which the creature, no matter how swift, how desperate to escape, offers its neck in the ultimate act of submission. Emrys may very well be ending me in this moment, and if he is, there is nothing I could or would do in order to stop it.
He sinks down onto a couch with me. I am barely aware of where we are, or what is happening to me. All I know is that I am being taken and drained.
He runs his large hand down my stomach. Little bursts of goosebumps erupt across my skin as his fingers curl between my legs in a tight grip of possession. I am ultimately vulnerable, and as my life force seeps out of me, his fingers slide inside me.
I feel my pussy stretching as Emrys, perhaps the universe’s ultimate royal predator, begins to toy with me. His touch is surprisingly tender, given how contentious our every other interaction has been. He could rip me apart if he wanted, but he is careful to stretch and claim only as deeply as I can take. He is careful with what he owns, and I am something he owns.
Pleasure sweeps through me, unfettered in a way it never has been before. Usually, no matter how hot an encounter, there are always blockages inside me, little thoughts that get in the way, distractions, reactions to sensations that don’t quite work. I can’t help them, no matter how much I want to be in the moment. Emrys claims the moment just as he claims me. He takes everything about me and he makes it his own. His fingers push deeper inside me, thrusting against my drenched walls as my body produces traitorous lubricant to further enable his conquest.
This lock we are in, his fangs in my neck, his fingers inside me, it is barely sex. It is the clinch of teenage lovers, but as his hair falls over my face in a dark curtain that shuts out every ray of light in the room besides the bright red gaze that truly illuminates the shadows, I feel as though I have already been ravaged on a soul level. I cannot imagine what it will be like when he completes his conquest.
His fangs leave me, and he speaks.
“This is how you need to be. Drained. Quiet. Calm. Obedient.”
I look up into his hauntingly beautiful face. My hatred has left me. I’m not capable of it anymore. All I am capable of is submission.
“You think you are feeling this way because of blood loss? No. I barely took a tablespoon. What you are feeling is the proper response to finding your true master and proper owner.”
I am limp, helpless, and weak. More than that. I am deeply aroused. I feel submission deep in my core in a way I did not know I was capable of feeling it. There’s something about Emrys that absolutely overrides all my inner drives for rebellion — at least for the length of time I am in his grasp.
“Finally, you understand what you would have understood instantly if you had not given me so much trouble in finding you,” he says. It feels as though he is reading my mind, though he may very well only be reading my body language.
“I was afraid.”
“You? Afraid? What do you have to be afraid of?”
I look into his eternal eyes and see a little mocking light in them. He regards me as if I am as much of a monster as he is, though that makes no sense. He knows I am small, and weak, and human. He knows what power he has over me, and how vulnerable I am to all those who pursue me.
“Everything,” I say. “There’s a whole universe of people and things trying to get me.”
“You are very dangerous in your own right,” Emrys says, his fingers curling around my throat, putting just enough pressure in place to make me feel the power of his grasp.
“I am not dangerous.”
“Of course you are. You killed a mate of yours, my little black widow. The first of us you made love to, you destroyed.”
“Raz didn’t make it?”
“Nobody ‘makes’ being sucked out of an airlock.”
“But you could have saved him. Could have transported him out of the airlock before…”
Emrys chuckles, his long pale fingers playing with a ringlet of my hair. “Why would I do that when it was so much easier to let the darkness inside you flower, to make you as guilty as your conscience required? You are a dangerous woman, a nameless woman. You are a woman with no hearth, no home, and no heart.”
I look into his eyes, and I see him looking into me as he speaks.
He knows me in some way. He understands the hollowness inside me. There are places inside me that should be full of family and home, but they stand empty. They always have been.
