Tatiana:
His body trembled beneath mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tightening around him, allowing him to enjoy the moment of pleasure.
He kissed my neck, letting his lips linger on my soft spot, sucking on it. Had I been a person, I would have felt the pleasure of it, I would have whimpered, and would have needed more of his touch, but I wasn’t. I didn’t bother feeling it, and I couldn’t care less about him.
Giovanni’s eyes were half-lidded, mouth parted, his breath uneven as he clutched my waist. Every movement, every gasp, was drawn from something deeper than just lust, deeper than flesh.
I moaned as my body felt the energy surging through me. As it grew harder for me to be able to contain myself, as I found it more pleasing by the second. And when my eyes met his, he leaned in and connected his lips with mine.
He didn’t know it, but I was feeding.
“Fuck you feel so good.” He groaned, pushing deeper inside me. I allowed the heat. I allowed the power. I accepted all of it. “I missed you. You have no damn idea how much I missed you.”
I whimpered at his touch, feeling his soul, feeling his power cascade through me, feeding on what he did not know that he was willingly giving me.
Not just his strength, not just the power that he was willing to offer me, and certainly not what he believed to be something that was deeper and more intimate than anything that the two of us have felt before.
His soul. His body. And everything that he thought belonged to him. Everything that now belonged to me.
I was feeding on that. I was enjoying it. Growing stronger. And he had no idea that I was.
“Giovanni…” I moaned, knowing he took joy in that. “Deeper. I want you to go harder. Please. I am close.”
And he gave me just that. He wrapped his arms around my waist, raising me just enough before pushing deeper inside me. I moaned, nearly crying out. He growled as his body reacted. He smirked against my skin as he sucked on my neck, gently tightening his arms around me, holding me to him.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” He whispered. “Do you like it when I fuck you so deep?”
“Yes,” I said, as he lay down, pulling me with him. “Yes, yes, yes!”
He let out a low growl, enjoying the effect that he believed himself he had on me. He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, but I shook my head as I pulled it away from him. I rested my forehead against his, he kissed me, his kiss aggressive, hard, wanting, needing. And I wanted to give it to him.
And the moment I pressed my palm flat to his chest and leaned forward, his gaze met mine, and I knew. I felt it.
His resistance broke.
His pupils flared.
And his body was now completely mine. Under my control, and under what I wanted.
And then, his glow, faint, golden, broke like smoke across my skin.
Power.
All the power that I wanted to feel and feed on. It was everything that I needed. He was the surge of energy that I needed to feel. And I knew that I was the pleasure that he had to feel. The anger, the rage, the want, and need.
And now… now he was mine.
I smiled as I slowly rocked my hips, as the dark tendrils within me curled tighter around what little of him remained pure. What little of him remained human. The memory of the girl that he called for… Lysandra. The girl that I intended to use. The second, his weapon, though he had no care for her. I could tell… whoever she was, she was nothing more than a weapon to him.
He grunted, hands sliding up my back, his fingers digging into my skin as if trying to anchor himself. Trying to feel me around him, in front of him, on top of him. I allowed him to do so.
There was nothing to show.
Not yet.
But I felt it.
I felt the growth.
Something there.
Growing.
Shifting.
Waiting.
I lay beside him and whispered into the stillness, my voice soft against the storm that raged just beneath the surface of my skin.
“Grow stronger, little one,” I said, eyes locked on the ceiling. “You will not be born into weakness. You will rise with an army behind you. An army that I know that I will create using his power. The power of the man that I want nothing more than gone. And you know what? You are going to be the ruler of everything that everyone thinks that they had a claim over.”
I brushed my fingers over my skin once more and smiled faintly.
“It’s almost time.” I whispered. “Everything that they know will come to an end…”
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