Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

Erebus captured her lips in a needy kiss, the pull of their bond making it impossible for him to hold back any longer. Seren felt the same. She kissed him back with intoxicating passion, her intense desire to be his mate burning brightly.

His kiss was rough—unlike Drayce's. It was raw and intense as he sucked and nibbled at her lips, his teeth grazing her delicate skin. His hand gripped the back of her head firmly, but not to hurt her, just enough to hold her in place for his fervent need.

Seren welcomed the roughness of his kiss, reveling in the way it mirrored her deepest desires. She knew herself well enough to admit she craved the way Erebus kissed her—hungry, desperate, and utterly consumed by the hellish desire he felt for her.

His tongue skillfully stole her breath, drawing moans from her lips as she panted with yearning. Her hands explored his chest, feeling the deep vibrations of his soft, animalistic groans beneath her touch—sounds that sent shivers down her spine.

Finally, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rose onto her toes in his powerful hold, seeking to deepen the kiss.

The peaceful stillness of their secluded surroundings was broken only by the intimate sounds they shared. The Dragon, ready to claim his mate, commanded a presence so fierce that no bird or animal dared remain nearby, their instincts warning them of his fury.

When Erebus finally pulled away, his breaths were heavy, his dark eyes drinking in her flushed appearance as she struggled to catch her own breath. Seren opened her dewy eyes to meet his gaze.

"E…re…bus…" she whispered his name, her voice trembling with longing and the unmistakable desire to be his mate.

Erebus could feel it, clear as day. To be wanted by his mate—his Seren—was more than he had ever dared to hope for.

"Seren."

Despite being intoxicated by the pull of their bond, Seren was still sane enough to process what he had just said.

He had called her name.

Her eyes widened in realization, but before she could utter a word, he kissed her roughly once more.

She barely had time to react before she felt the surge of his powers. The darkness emanating from him enveloped them both, and in the blink of an eye, she found her back pressed against something soft.

When he finally paused, Seren realized they were now lying on a mattress. Erebus had used his powers to teleport them into the cottage—his impatience to claim her clear in every fiber of his being. Find your next read on m_v l|e'm-p| y r

She watched as he moved back slightly, his intense, dark gaze raking over her with an almost predatory focus. Then the realization struck her like lightning.

She was naked.

Her breath hitched as she realised. She hadn't even noticed when or how he had removed her dress. No wonder he was looking at her like this—as if she were a feast he intended to devour.

Erebus's hand moved to his chest, gripping his robe. In an effortless motion, she watched something magical unfold—his clothes seemed to dissolve, sliding from his body as though melting away, only to be discarded with a casual flick.

He didn't bother with the mundane act of undressing. Whether it was out of urgency or simply to show off his power before his mate, Seren couldn't decide. Either way, the effect was mesmerizing.

Her eyes wandered over his body, now exposed to her own hungry gaze. She had seen this body before, but it felt different now. This was not Drayce. This was Erebus. Unlike Drayce's flawless form, Erebus's body bore traces of something darker—a network of shadowy veins that webbed across his skin in patches, just like around his eyes.

Part of his chest, his shoulders, his arms, and even his stomach bore the dark veins—a striking evidence to the powerful darkness coursing through him which made him more captivating, more otherworldly, and more dangerous.

It was a darkness Seren found herself irresistibly drawn to.

Lying on the bed, her breath hitched as she took in the sight before her. She lifted her hands toward him, silently urging him closer. The desire to touch him, to feel the power in his form, was unbearable.

Erebus grasped her hands, his dark gaze locked on her captivating face. Slowly, he pinned her wrists above her head, leaning in until their faces were mere inches apart. His burning gaze roamed over her, while his hot breath ghosted across her skin, igniting her senses.

She couldn't decipher the thoughts lurking behind his eyes. All she could feel was the magnetic pull of his desire, mirroring her own.

"Erebus," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. "I want you."

His eyes darkened further, an unmistakable hunger consuming him. Without another word, he claimed her lips in a fervent, almost savage kiss. One hand kept her wrists firmly pinned, while the other moved to part her legs, allowing him to settle between them.

The air around them seemed to hum with the intensity of their bond. He could feel how aroused she was, her body responding to him without hesitation. No patience remained in either of them as he positioned himself between her thighs, his hardness pressing insistently against her wet entrance.

Erebus broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her hazy eyes. His own gaze, dark and primal, resembled that of a predator relishing the moment before striking.

Before she could process his intent, he thrust into her with unrestrained force, his raw, beastly nature taking control. The sudden invasion drew a cry of pain from Seren as her body trembled beneath him. Her hands clutched at him desperately, her pain mingling with a peculiar, inexplicable pleasure.

It hurt—but she liked it. Whether it was her or the bond that made her crave his dominance, she didn't know, but the ache only deepened her need for him.

Erebus watched her squirm with a dark satisfaction, his movements relentless. He didn't pause to ask if she was all right, didn't slow to ease her discomfort. Instead, he continued to claim her with a feral intensity, each thrust drawing cries that blended pain with undeniable pleasure.

He held her firmly in place, his rough pace unwavering, his focus entirely on making her his in every way. The sound of her cries—raw, filled with both torment and ecstasy—seemed to fuel him further, his dominance consuming them both.