Chapter 65 - You broke me

EMMA

The fabric of my cashmere sweater makes a loud ripping sound when Hadrian rips through it with his large fingers. The cashmere doesn't stand a chance. He yanks the fabric of my body until it's just a little heap on the floor.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. I gulp and Hadrian leans down with a hard look in his eyes. “Be careful what you wish for, little mate.”

My scalp tingles with the strain of my hair and it hurts a little. The sensation sends bolts of lust to my nerve endings.

His lips are parted and he doesn’t slowly move down to kiss me, he attacks my lips with his. I eagerly partake and pull myself higher.

I’m playing a dangerous game, but Hadrian has ignited a desire in me and it needs to be fulfilled. Emphasis on *filled.*

Hadrian doesn’t hesitate and moves a hand under my backside to pull me up. I wrap my legs around his lean waist and claw at the fabric of his fine-knit sweater.

He holds me with one hand and with the other he rips his own shirt away. My hands connect with his feverish skin and hard muscles.

Hadrian sucks his way down my neck and to my chest. He disconnects the clasp of my bra and it joins the rest of the clothes on the floor. A shiver runs over my chest when my nipples are exposed to the air. Hadrian takes a few steps until my back connects with the wall. The contrast of the cold wall leaves a chill on my skin.

“Hadrian.” I moan.

Hadrian sucks on my nipples until they’re hard and pointing. Every roll of his tongue sends more heat to my core. I feel like I'm ready to combust. He's not gentle, but I need more. I’m delirious with lust. He looks up and scrapes his teeth over my sensitive buds. I cry out and he carries me to the bedroom.

He drops me on the bed and I’m only wearing my jeans. I actively refrain from covering my chest and feel my body flush under his heated gaze.

“You look good this way.” He moves to unbutton my jeans and quickly disregards them and my panties to the floor.

“What way?”

He quickly discards his own trousers and his erection is hard and tall. “Horny, naked and mine.” He growls as he climbs on the bed.

He lifts one knee over my shoulder and doesn’t waste any time sucking down my thigh and to the heat between my legs.

I fall to the bed and grip a handful of his hair to get him closer. I arch my back when he devours every inch.

“I need more.” I find myself crying. I need him inside me.

Hadrian pulls back and growls. “Are you that deprived?” He sits up and turns me on the bed like a page in a book that needs flipping.

“Please, Hadria—ahhh”

He pulls my hips towards him and sinks his length in my soaking heat. Quick, effective and brutal.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He moves in and out and gains terrain with every stroke. I can feel him deeper and deeper. He angles his hips so that he hits the spot where it matters most and presses a hand on the center of my back to push me down.

He fills me up with every inch, but I need, I need… “More.” I moan.

Hadrian growls and smacks my ass. The sound reverberates through the air. The sting is painful and shoots a bolt of intense pressure through the rest of my body. I grip the sheets hard. I never thought pain could feel this good.

“Are you questioning my ability?” He sinks deeper than I thought I could ever take. He stretches me and my body struggles with accommodating him. Through the sting of the stretch is something I need, something to chase.

“Faster,” I beg. I’m so close.

“Emma,” Hadrian warns.

“Harder, Hadrian, please.”

Hadrian wraps a hand high around my throat and my eyes widen in shock. His fingers squeeze my airway when he pulls me up. I pry my fingers around his hand. “Hold the fuck on, sweetheart.” His voice is layered and I know this is the dark prince. Hadrian is gone and I’m his next victim.

I gulp.

I do as he says and grip my fingers around the bronze headboard. My back is flush against his chest and he releases my throat. He places his hands on my hips, angles himself and plows down on me. Rough, hard and relentless strokes ruin my insides but bring me to unprecedented heights.

Every time his full-length grates along inside me, I start to lose more and more of myself. He slams himself into that spot. That spot!

It has me screaming. “Ahh— yes, yes!”

I’m small and he’s big, we don’t fit. I’m human and he’s a werewolf, we don’t belong. Then why does this feel so good and intoxicating?

My knuckles go white when I grip the headboard with all my strength. “Hadrian!” I scream as he pushes me off the side of the cliff. It’s not gentle or sweet, it’s ruthless and unforgiving.

I give over to the brutal onslaught. I give over to the pain. I give over to the pleasure. There is no light without darkness. And his darkness is obscure and daunting. He drags me down to a depth of unforgiving torment and within it I find bliss.

This should kill me.

He slams into me and I fall forward against the headboard. My body can't take any more. I’ve reached my limit, but he hasn’t reached his. He slams himself into my body over and over.

his chest traps me to him against my shoulder blades and his weight presses down on me.

He bites into my shoulder and I scream. He crams every inch of himself into the over-exploited part between my legs, again and again. I’m pretty sure I’m ruined. I asked for torment and he delivered.

Somehow my body finds more pleasure in the assault of the dark prince. I scream out another orgasm and tears are streaming down my face. I taunted a beast to come out and play. It did and it used me like a little toy, tearing it apart with its teeth.

There is a roar from the beast. It crackles near my head as he releases inside me. The only thing I can do is take it.

I collapse and I quiver. My body sends spasms of sensation through me and I can’t help but groan.

I’m done. I can’t anymore.

“Fuck.” Hadrian’s voice is faint in the distance. “Fuck, Emma, can you hear me?”

Black spots enter my vision and I curl into myself as the spasms continue. “I think you broke me.” I groan.

“Fuck.” The vague sound of mangled metal travels through the fog.

“Maybe next time, less indulging in my requests.” I moan. I’m embarrassed at the loud sounds coming from my mouth.

“What?”

I curl my toes and grip the sheets. “I didn’t know *harder* would be that hard.”

“Are you in pain?” He growls.

I moan again. “How long do these last?” The seizures keep coming and the pleasurable jolts spread through my whole body.

“Emma?” His voice is deep and lust-filled. “Are you still coming?”

“Is that it?” Perspiration starts to build when the spasms continue. Every inch of my body is highly sensitive.

I moan when Hadrian takes me in his arms and runs a hand up and down my spine. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, but it’s so much.” I groan against his chest.

Hadrian chuckles. “That’s because you're such a good girl. Good girls get to come longer.”

“Stop, I can’t.” I bite in the tissue of his shoulder.

Hadrian squeezes my hip and his chest rumbles. “Do you want me to fuck you through it?”

I shake my head. “No, I’ll die.”

After another thirty seconds, the seizures of pleasure finally stop. “Hadrian?”

He hums as he runs his fingers through my hair. His breath is heavy. His erect manhood is resting against my stomach and it makes me squeeze my thighs. I notice that he’s still hard.

“Did you not…” I trail off.

He scoffs and runs a hand over my hip. “How do you expect me to get down after that?”

I cannot look him in the eye when my inhibitions start to return. “Was it not good?”

Hadrian pulls my gaze up by placing his index under my chin. “You were perfect.” He leans on one elbow and traces his thumb over my bottom lip. “Did I hurt you?” His eyes are piercing when they trace over every inch of my body.

Did it hurt? Yes, there was pain, but it made the pleasure that much more intense.

“Not really.” My voice is low.

Hadrian sighs. “This was too dangerous.”

“Why?”

“You’re too fragile.” He says as his eyes roam over my naked body. He moves to hover above me. My back sinks in the soft bed.

“And so small…” His light amber eyes turn dark and a shadow casts over his features. This side of him gives me a cold chill.

He plays me like a puppet. He spreads my legs by the knees until they are flat on the bed and I'm spread wide for him. I’m at the mercy of his strength.

“I could bind you to the bed with your legs spread and have my way with you for the rest of the night. You’ll be screaming and begging me to stop. Your pussy would be ruined.” That dark layer returns to his voice.

“Hadrian?”

Hadrian looks up and blinks his eyes. They turn back to light amber. He releases my knees and moves to place his head against my sternum. “You bring out a dark side of me.”

*The dark prince.*

“Why?” I’ve been curious about that side of him ever since it first appeared, but he never gave me a clear answer.

Hadrian runs his nose over my rib cage before pulling away. “I’ll tell you, but you really need to put some clothes on.”

Hadrian sits up and his manhood stands straight, swollen and cardinal. The skin is red from rough use and still ready for more. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. There is a painful soreness in my core and still, I can feel arousal build between my legs.

“I don’t want to destroy your insides, Emma.” He says with a stern voice when he catches me looking.