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My head spins as I slide off the stone altar and brace myself against it so I don’t topple over. I have been desecrated, mutilated, and defiled. And I feel the best I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

“Take as much time as you need to gather yourself, Lord Erebus. Your wife and carriage will be waiting for you at the back entrance. Through those doors there.” Vale points to another set of doors on the opposite from where we first came in.

I lean back against the altar and wait for all thirteen of them to leave. And then I wait a few minutes more to ensure they aren’t lurking. When I finally gaze up to the rafters again, she is gone. “Arkana?” I whisper.

Movement catches my eye in the corner. A shadow sliding down a pillar. I chuckle. Clever, clever woman. I wonder how many times she has entered this room that way. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Her eyes blaze with hunger, her skin glistening with a fresh sheen of sweat as she stalks toward me. “I could look upon you all night, my lord. But what I really want now… is to touch you.”

ARKANA

This man haunts my dreams. He has since I first laid eyes on him at the altar of our wedding ceremony. His violence is exquisite, yet still gentle when he inflicts it upon me. I want to marry him a thousand times, just so I can unveil before him and feel the heat of his hunger for the first time again.

I finger the blood on his abdomen. “Do you feel different?”

His eyes are as black as night, as dark as this cavern’s hidden corners. He leans back against the altar, robe still open. “It’s as if I am locked into myself even more… tethered to the darkness with both hands instead of one. They would be wise to never cross me now.”

His threats send a tingle between my thighs. “I wished it had been me wielding the blade and… touching you.”

He reaches out quickly and snatches me to him. His breath hitches when I press against him. “Touch me now, my love.” He nestles his cheek against mine, his lips quivering as he inhales my scent. “Wrap your hand around my cock and squeeze. Please.”

My heart hammers in my chest while moisture pools inside my panties. I stroke my fingers down his shaft lightly, soft as a feather. I relish the way he trembles from my touch. “I will do better than that, my lord.”

I smirk as his eyes widen when I lower myself to my knees. “I want to taste everything,” I murmur, eyeing his blood-stained cock. “So beautiful…”

“You will surely be the death of me, Arkana. Fuck… I have never loved another the way I love you.” He cups my face and gently tugs me forward. “Open your pretty mouth for me.”

I gasp as his large cock pushes past my lips. The taste of blood and sweat is acrid, salty, metallic. And the most delicious thing I’ve ever sucked on. His veiny shaft throbs against the inside of my hollowed cheeks while his fingers twitch against the nape of my neck.

“I want to suffocate you with desire… Dear gods, woman, you take me so well.” He lets out a deep moan as I swirl my tongue around his velvety tip. His gurgled cries grow louder when I gently take it between my teeth and scrape his heated flesh.

“Arkana… oh no. I mean yes. Don’t you dare stop.”

He’s feverish, shaking all over as I control every ounce of his pleasure. I want him to fill me completely. I take a deep breath through my nose and unclench my jaw. I relax my throat and slide farther down his shaft until the tip of his cock taps against the back of my tongue.

He rakes his fingers through my hair, pulling my strands taut. A low guttural growl erupts from him. “Fuck. I’m cumming. Right. Now. Uhhh. Arkana. Please. Fuck. Yes. Oh my… ARKANA!”

I nearly choke as he bursts inside my mouth. A rush of liquid shoots down my throat as I suck as hard as I can. I take shorter, shallower breaths so as not to gag. I moan as he twists and contorts his hips, grinding in circles as if my mouth were my cunt.

“Ahhh, you are a fucking angel, my love. My dark and depraved erotic angel.” He leans back against the stone altar, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

I release him and lick my swollen lips as I stand to face my betrothed. My thighs are a sticky mess, for when he came on my tongue, it sent a shockwave through my body that led to my own explosion.

His eyes darken with desire. “I can smell your arousal,” he rasps as he hikes up my skirt.

A shiver trickles up my spine when he shoves his hand inside my panties. “My lord… You’ve made me so wet.”

“Mmm, Arkana. I want you bent over like the rabid creature you are.” He shoves me against the stone altar with more strength than I’m used to. It sends another ripple of spasms to my clit.

I hold up my skirts for him to have access. “Take what you want from me, husband. I am irrevocably and eternally… darkly yours.”

“I will take your soul, Arkana. It’s mine. And my soul is yours. But first, you deserve to wield this power. Maybe more so than me. For you are a Graves. You should’ve been the elder.”

I look back at him, over my shoulder. “You’re not toying with me.”

He presses his fingers against my taint through the lace of my panties. “Not with matters such as these.”

I whimper as he begins to slowly rub his fingers in circles against my trembling folds. “What will you do then?”