Page 27 of Dark Desire (Dark Souls Spin-off Short Story)

Chapter Thirteen

I was so sure this was it. My final breath.

My last heartbeat. I couldn’t fight anymore.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I just couldn’t fight him .

It went against every cell in my body. Hurting him physically hurt me.

I had no idea why, but at that moment, I realised it wasn’t only a strong physical attraction I had to this man but an emotional one.

I saw the unbearable agony reflected in his eyes, a raw, searing pain that made me long for my own death.

If killing me would end his suffering, if the Fates would spare his life for following through with the mission he was clearly struggling with, then so be it.

His claws were digging into my chest, ready to take my heart and I’d let him.

He could have it. I had no use for it, anyway.

But then something wet landed on my cheek, and before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips crashed against mine like a collision, causing an explosion of emotions and need.

I gasped into his mouth as my hands tangled in his red hair.

He kissed with his whole body, passion, anger and desperation evident as his claws ripped what was left of my clothes while our teeth clashed, tongues battled, and breaths mingled.

It felt like war. Passionate, violent and catastrophic war raging between our bodies as we grabbed at each other, my nails raking across his scalp, down his back and digging into his flesh while his claws marked and bruised every inch of my skin.

We became frantic, pulling each other impossibly closer as I wrapped my legs around his hips and he ripped his jeans down his thighs.

I knew I shouldn’t want him like this. A tangled mess of pure hatred and violence on the church floor.

I knew this was toxic and messed up, but I couldn’t pretend to care.

I bit his lip hard, drawing a hiss from him before he grabbed a handful of my curls and yanked my head back so he had access to my throat.

I felt his monster cock at my entrance as he kept my body trapped beneath the weight and power of his and my mouth fell open on a silent cry of pain as he slammed himself inside me with one aggressive thrust. Finally.

My eyes rolled and nails sank into the flesh of his back as he roared with fury against my neck.

With our bodies fused and him buried so deep inside me, it felt like we were trying to disappear into one another.

We panted together, stilling for a moment to catch our breath.

My need for him to move felt more essential than oxygen, but I was also terrified he might break me in half if he did. He was so fucking big.

His fingers tightened around my waist, piercing the flesh of my hips with his rough touch as he buried his face into my neck.

My gaze fell upon the spear embedded in his back, stained with blood, and my chest tightened with a wave of guilt and pain that I did that.

Using my magic, I quickly dislodged it, and he threw his head back with a hiss through his fangs.

“Sorry,” I whispered, moving my hands to his handsome face to cradle it until the pain eased.

I could feel the raised scar tissue on one side of his face beneath my palm.

I’d noticed it when I got a good look at him at the pub and my heart hurt even more that he’d known pain before. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”

His eyes opened and stared down at me, breathing heavily. I watched as his violent red eyes swirled back to emerald and my heart raced when I saw a flurry of emotions in them. He was looking at me like I was his. Like I had just said the words that he’d been waiting a lifetime to hear.

“Fuck,” he groaned with deep anguish before he captured my lips again, kissing me deeper, slower and harder than before. And then he moved. And I lost my fucking mind.

Each deep thrust brought a wave of pleasure so strong that it felt like I was losing all my senses to euphoria.

I felt so full of him, so addicted to the feel of him inside me and the way he moved with such masculine power and force that I couldn’t keep quiet.

My cries and moans mixed with his grunts and groans as we fucked like animals on the church floor.

“Oh, yes!” I screamed when he picked up his speed and I had to cling to him harder. “Zachary!”

Without warning, his hand tightened around my throat, his movements filled with anger as he locked eyes with me. “Zoran! You better say my fucking name when I’m inside you or I will lose my fucking head.”

My eyes widened and I screamed when he pumped his cock inside me to the hilt before I could process a thought. Zoran. Fuck. That’s a sexy name and suited him so much better.

“Zoran,” I moaned, just to hear what it sounded like from my lips.

Zoran groaned loudly, his eyebrows tightening as if the sound of it gave him even more pleasure.

He suddenly stood up, taking me with him effortlessly as he gripped my ass and kept his dick buried inside me.

I yelped when my back smashed against the wall and he started to fuck me even harder against it.

“Say it again!” he demanded before taking one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Zoran!” I cried and he growled possessively as he teased my sensitive flesh between his teeth while slamming my ass against the wall with every powerful thrust. “Yes! Just like that. Zoran!”

“Fuck, it’s too good. You feel too fucking good,” he groaned, kissing and nipping at my skin until he reached my neck. “And the scent of your blood,” he growled. “You are my fucking addiction, witch. And I hate you for it. I hate you for being such a good fucking girl for me.”

I screamed as the orgasm tore through me.

I didn’t know whether it was his words or his magic cock or the intensity of us that caused it, but it ripped me apart, making my world spin.

He roared, fucking me faster as if he didn’t want it to stop, wanting to keep me high on him.

When I finally came down, my whole body felt like jelly, limp in his arms. He spun us around and threw me down on my bed, his weight pinning me to the mattress as he unleashed the beast within.

With my legs hooked over his muscular arms, he slammed into me with urgency, chasing his pleasure.

He stared into my eyes as he panted harder, shaking above me as sweat dampened his gorgeous hair.

“Fuck, I can’t,” he growled through his fangs and his eyes blazed red as he lost his battle with his vampire urges.

I bared my neck to him in submission, wanting to feel his teeth claiming me again.

Marking me. Feeding him with my blood that he craved.

He hissed, grabbing my jaw in his hand, forcing me to look at him again.

“Don’t.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “That.”

I moaned with every word, unable to understand why it made him angry, but loving it too. He was losing control. Every thrust, every challenge from me, was bringing him closer to losing himself to pure pleasure. And I wanted it. I wanted to feel him fall apart, knowing I did that.

“Don’t you want to bite me, Zoran?” I breathed, grabbing him by the nape of his thick neck. “You bit me before. Don’t you want to bite me and fuck me at the same time?”

“Don’t!” he roared, suddenly flipping me over and lifting my hips so I was on all fours.

He rammed himself back inside me, fisting my hair and my whole body jerked forward on a cry.

He fucked me like he had spent his entire life hating me, but was so desperate for me that he couldn’t stop. I couldn’t get enough of it.

I twisted my head to the side to watch him slamming into me from behind, his god-like body rippling with too many muscles and his tanned, sweaty skin catching under the moonlight.

I could just make out more scars down his torso as he grabbed my hips and fucked me faster.

Every fibre of my being was screaming at me to make him bite me.

I needed it. I wanted it more than anything.

I didn’t realise I had a thing for vampires until now, but damn, there was something about how feral they became at the taste of blood that was hypnotising.

“Don’t you want my blood on your tongue as you fill me with your cum, Zoran? Claiming every part of me,” I panted and he threw his head back and roared, yanking my hair abruptly with him and causing me to kneel up on the bed.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me upright while the other stayed tangled in my hair and tilted my head to the side.

I’d triggered the beast. Fear and excitement weaved together when I saw the savage hunger in him take over.

He opened his mouth to razor-sharp fangs and sank them into my neck as he slammed his cock to the hilt.

I screamed, my whole body shuddering as overwhelming sensations swarmed through me.

He took two long, seductive gulps before he groaned and closed his eyes, losing himself to the taste of me.

His hips rotated, grinding against my ass before he pushed us both down flat onto the bed, me completely pinned beneath his giant body and at his mercy.

His thrusts became dominant and less controlled as he drank my blood and entwined our hands, forcing them into the mattress.

I lost the ability to think. All I could do was feel. Him. Everywhere. He was under my skin. In my veins. Every rapid beat of my heart. My head swam. Everything blurred. It was a kind of ecstasy I never knew existed. Perhaps he had just killed me, and I’d died and gone to heaven. If so, fuck it.

It was worth it.

Removing my fangs from her neck, my whole body tensed as I roared through the most intense orgasm of my life, spilling myself inside her with no end in sight. Collapsing onto her back, I tried to catch my breath, panting heavily as I closed my eyes.

Fuck.

What had I done?