Chapter 23
For so many years, I have allowed the inhibitions of my humanity to chain me. With Wake, I’m free.
He thrusts his entire length into me with every stroke. But what had pushed me past the limits of my own pleasure only moments ago no longer satiated me.
I need more. I yearn to see my lover at his wildest, to deliver the same world–ending pleasure that he’s given to me.
I feel as if I could fly, swim, rule the oceans. A great creature without equal. A goddess without an ounce of insecurity. All the while my lover’s melody plays in my ears, wrapping me in a cocoon of invulnerability.
I take the hand he has clenched in my hair, and lick and suck my way up each individual finger, running my tongue across the sharp claws.
His hand tightens around my hip, the claws biting into my skin as they did when he held my face, cutting and healing in a continuous cycle. Without warning, I pull away, turn and shove Wake back with a strength I don’t have on my own.
He falls back, his song never wavering, as the heat of challenge enters his expression. He isn’t insulted by my audacity. Instead, he’s thrilled by the newfound competition.
He wants to see what I’m made of, to know if I’m strong enough to hold up against the worst of his bestial passion. Fueled by my newfound invincibility, I’m eager to prove that I can take that and more.
