Chapter 33 The Wall

• Her fingers gripped the table tightly when her nails clawed into the table, digging deep into the stone. Then she felt her legs shaking as she could feel herself losing control, and when he stopped for just a moment. She felt him plunge deep into her depths, crying out from pain then swiftly turning into pleasure, with every thrust of his hips she arched her back then he moved her fingers onto his back. He wanted to feel her nails in his flesh while hearing moans escaping her throat. There was no one here to hear her scream and when she wasn't getting louder he took it as a challenge which he accepted with a smile. His wolfish grin to her was smug but before she could say anything she felt an explosion when pulling out slowly before his thrust was like a torpedo striking its mark, which forced her soft moans into a higher pitch. He had moved his hips slow and hard a few more times before he picked up his rhythm, gaining momentum because he wasn't giving her a chance to catch her breath. His hands claiming her hips while he was still on his knees he pulled her closer to him, his pelvic motioning as her juices sprung a leak, though she had the table underneath her feet while he kept her in place not allowing her to have control. He wanted her from the moment he had seen her, her fiery hair fanned out on the table. Her breasts were full and his hands couldn't fully cover them, while one of his hands held onto her, his left hand caressed and toyed with her left breast first then over to her right breast. Again she had another wave of ecstasy washing over her, hearing her squealing and moaning only wanting more of what she had. She had found herself on top of him, her thighs clutching him tightly as she road him, giving him a chance to rest while she took her time with him. His hands clutching her buttocks and squeezing them, her hands touching his flat iron stomach, which was ripped. His body was perfection even with his scars. No wonder he was smug, she had dared him when she mocked him earlier she knew he wanted to make a point, which was crystal clear. Once he rested he took control back only instead of laying her back on her back, he picked her up when he stood up while still inside her depths. Her hands behind her holding onto the table because her buttocks wasn't fully on the stone table. Her legs wrapping around him, clinging onto him until he could no longer hold back. He knew he couldn't have children that was part of the transformation. He finally stopped thrusting until he had nothing left. She on the otherhand collasped on her back, her chest raising and falling while her heart was racing from the excitement. He let her legs down then he too laid on the table, he was thristy but he could wait to have drink just a while longer. What he didn't know was that his sperm became alive once inside of her, just as it had happened to Andreas when he and Isolde became lovers.
• Silence was between them, but it wasn't awkard whatsoever. She was trying to catch her breath that she had opened her old wound up, for she didn't want to fall in love or have someone that would give her their heart. She already had enough blood on her hands, looking over at him he was watching her, though his eyes were normally sea green, however at this moment, the emeralds hues became more pronounced. She sat up once she had gotten her breath and strolled over to the pool, the hot water felt so good against her skin. Allowing herself to rest, he too came over and jumped into the water, his long frost white hair matted against his flesh and covered part of his face when surfaced.
• "So, as I said before. If I wanted you, I could claim you."