Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son Chapter 786: Calling Her Name

Erebus seized her lips in a desperate kiss, the irresistible tug of their bond preventing him from restraining himself further. Seren experienced the identical pull. She returned his kiss with fervent passion, her fierce longing to become his mate glowing intensely.

Unlike Drayce's, his kiss carried a rugged edge. Raw and powerful, it involved sucking and nipping at her lips while his teeth brushed her tender skin. His hand clutched the nape of her neck solidly, without causing pain, solely to keep her positioned for his urgent craving.

Seren embraced the wildness of his kiss, delighting in how it echoed her innermost yearnings. She understood her own nature well, acknowledging her craving for Erebus's kisses—ravenous, frantic, and completely overwhelmed by the infernal lust he harbored for her.

His tongue expertly robbed her of breath, eliciting moans from her as she gasped in desire. Her fingers roamed his chest, sensing the profound rumbles of his low, beastly growls under her palms—sounds that sparked thrills through her body.

At last, she encircled his neck with her arms and lifted onto her tiptoes within his strong embrace, yearning to intensify the kiss.

The serene quiet of their hidden spot shattered only by their private noises. The Dragon, poised to take his mate, exuded such a formidable aura that no bird or beast lingered nearby, their senses alerting them to his wrath.

As Erebus drew back at last, his breathing came in heavy gasps, his shadowy eyes absorbing her reddened cheeks while she fought to steady her breaths. Seren lifted her misty eyes to lock with his.

"E…re…bus…" she murmured his name, her tone quivering with yearning and the clear wish to be his mate.

Erebus sensed it vividly. Being desired by his mate—his Seren—surpassed his wildest dreams.

"Seren."

Even lost in the intoxication of their connection, Seren retained enough clarity to register his words.

He had spoken her name.

Her eyes expanded in sudden understanding, yet before a sound escaped her, he claimed her lips again with forceful passion.

She had scant moment to respond before his power surged. Darkness radiating from him shrouded them entirely, and instantly, her back met a plush surface.

Once he halted, Seren comprehended they now rested upon a bed. Erebus had employed his abilities to shift them inside the cottage—his eagerness to possess her evident in his every essence.

She observed him shift away a bit, his piercing dark stare scanning her with predatory intent. Then, awareness hit her abruptly.

She lay bare.

Her breathing stuttered upon the discovery. She hadn't registered when or how he stripped her gown. Small wonder his gaze devoured her so—as if she were a banquet meant for total consumption.

Erebus's palm pressed to his chest, seizing his robe. Effortlessly, a mystical sight occurred—his garments appeared to vanish, slipping off his frame like liquid, then tossed aside with ease.

He skipped the ordinary process of disrobing. Whether driven by haste or to flaunt his might to his mate, Seren couldn't tell. Regardless, the display enthralled her.

Her gaze traced his revealed form under her eager eyes. She had viewed this physique previously, yet it seemed altered now. Not Drayce's. Erebus's. Unlike Drayce's perfect shape, Erebus displayed hints of deeper shadow—intricate dark veins spreading over his skin in areas, akin to those encircling his eyes.

Sections of his chest, shoulders, arms, and abdomen showed these shadowy veins—clear proof of the potent darkness flowing within, rendering him more alluring, more ethereal, and more perilous.

Seren felt an unstoppable attraction to that darkness.

Reclining on the bed, her breath caught as she beheld him. She raised her hands toward him, wordlessly beckoning him nearer. The urge to caress him, to sense his potent build, overwhelmed her.

Erebus seized her hands, his shadowy eyes fixed on her enchanting features. Gradually, he secured her wrists overhead, bending close until their faces nearly touched. His scorching stare swept over her, his warm breath teasing her skin and arousing her nerves.

She couldn't read the intentions in his gaze. Only the compelling draw of his lust, echoing hers, registered.

"Erebus," she breathed against his mouth, her voice shaking with want. "I want you."

His eyes grew even darker, raw hunger overtaking him. Silently, he captured her lips in a wild, ferocious kiss. One hand maintained her wrists' hold, the other parting her thighs to position himself between.

The atmosphere crackled with their bond's potency. He perceived her arousal, her form yielding to him instantly. Patience vanished from both as he aligned between her legs, his rigid length nudging her slick core.

Erebus ended the kiss, retreating slightly to peer into her glazed eyes. His primal, shadowed look evoked a hunter savoring the strike's prelude.

Before she grasped his purpose, he plunged into her with savage power, his primal instincts dominating. The abrupt entry pulled a pained cry from Seren as her body quaked under him. Her fingers gripped him tightly, agony blending with strange, profound delight.

It stung—yet she relished it. Whether her own will or the bond fueled her taste for his control, she was unsure, but the throb heightened her craving for him.

With shadowed pleasure, Erebus observed her writhing, his rhythm unyielding. He offered no check on her well-being, no reduction in speed for her ease. Rather, he persisted in possessing her ferociously, each drive evoking screams mixing suffering with pure bliss.

He kept her anchored, his harsh tempo constant, devoted wholly to marking her as his completely. Her raw cries—laden with anguish and rapture—seemed to drive him onward, his command engulfing them utterly.