Noir

I gasped, my nails digging into Noir's shoulders as he filled me. The dimly lit room cast shadows on our entangled bodies, creating an atmosphere of forbidden desire. Noir's movements were slow and deliberate, his hips pushing against mine in a rhythm that threatened to drive me insane. I arched into him, feeling the heat radiating from his muscular frame, unable to resist the pull of his touch.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of his cologne mixed with the musky aroma of our passion filled the air, intoxicating me further. "You like being mine." He thrust deeper, and a low moan escaped my lips, my body overcome with pleasure.

Noir's body moved with a fluidity that was both brutal and elegant, his strength evident in every powerful stroke. The friction between us created a symphony of sounds - the rhythmic slapping of our bodies, the heavy breathing mingling with the occasional whimper of delight. He was in control, and I felt the weight of his dominance, the power he wielded over me. I couldn't help but crave it, need it.

His lips found my neck, the sensation of his warm breath and the gentle suction of his mouth driving me wild. His hips moved in a steady, unyielding rhythm, his fingers digging into my hips, guiding me with expert precision. It felt as if he knew my body better than I did, as if he had been made for this, to claim me, to own me.

"Fuck, I needed you," he growled against my skin, his words an aphrodisiac that fueled the fire within me. I arched into him, my body aching to show him just how much he affected me. It was a twisted sort of pleasure, this dance between submission and desire, and I was caught in the midst of it.

Noir's possessive gaze roamed over my face, his eyes burning with a primal hunger. He kissed me again, his lips hard and demanding, leaving a trail of bruising passion. The taste of his dominance lingered on my tongue, a heady mixture of power and desire. He thrust harder, his cock reaching deep inside me, causing me to shudder and cry out with pleasure.

His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held me in place for his relentless possession. I could feel myself growing wetter, the ache in my core intensifying with each passing moment. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his eyes locking with mine, the intensity of his gaze electrifying.

"You like knowing I could take you like this, any time I want." Noir's thrusts became more urgent, the rhythm building to a feverish pitch. The sensation of him inside me, the strength and dominance he exuded, became addictive. I arched my back, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure of his touch.

His hips slammed against mine, creating a symphony of ecstasy. The friction between us intensified, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "I'm going to come," he growled, his breath hot against my ear, igniting a fire within me. "Come with me," he demanded, his command fueling the final climax of our union.

Noir's hips bucked violently, his cock throbbing inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The sound of our passionate moans filled the air, blending with the rhythmic creaking of the bed. I felt the hot, salty liquid spill out, filling me up, the warmth spreading and mingling with the sweat that coated our bodies. My own orgasm crashed over me, a tsunami of pleasure, as I finally surrendered to the inevitable.

He slumped over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath ragged against my ear, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the musk of our lovemaking. For a long moment, we lay there, entangled, his strength and dominance surrounding me like a comforting blanket. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows that danced across the walls, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

Finally, he pulled out of me, the loss of contact almost painful, leaving a void that yearned to be filled. My body ached, my skin felt flushed, and my heart raced with the aftermath of our intense encounter. I lay there, panting heavily, trying to catch my breath as I stared up at the ceiling, the intricate patterns swirling before my eyes.

I knew this was a game we were playing, but I couldn't help but wonder when the lines would blur, when the carefully constructed roles we had assumed would start to crumble. Noir leaned back on his elbows, watching me intently, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of something deeper. He reached out, tracing a finger down my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're so beautiful when you come apart like that," he murmured, his voice soft and almost tender, the words intertwining with the lingering echoes of our passion. The mix of pleasure and anger swirled within me, creating a tumultuous storm of emotions. I turned my head away, not wanting to look at him, the conflicting feelings raging within me.

"Let me go," I murmured, my voice weak, the exhaustion seeping into my words. Noir chuckled, his finger still tracing a lazy path down my cheek, his touch both soothing and electrifying. "You know I can't do that, my pet," he said, his voice thick with desire, the words laced with a possessive undertone. "You're mine now. You're going to stay with me."

I felt a surge of anger at his possessiveness, but it was quickly doused by the overwhelming exhaustion that followed our intense encounter. As much as I hated to admit it, I was undeniably drawn to him, to the power and passion he brought out in me. But deep down, beneath the vampire blood that flowed through my veins, I was a hunter of evil, and the man I had known seemed to have transformed into a monster. The rumors of his heinous acts, the things he had done or ordered, were horrendous, and nothing like the Noir I once knew.

When Thorin had come to me, his weary footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room, asking for my help nearly six months earlier. I had listened, the low lighting of the lamp casting dancing shadows on the walls, but had had a hard time believing what I was being told.. It wasn't that I doubted the truth of Thorin's words, but more the monster he described that Noir had become, was so out of character with the man I had known.

Thorin's voice trembled as he went on to tell me that Noir had been fighting, his words hanging heavy in the silence, transforming into the creature since our return. The distant howl of the wind outside seemed to mirror the turmoil in my mind. He explained the steps they had taken to prevent Noir from leaving the agency during a transformation, the metallic click of the locks resonating in my ears, until he had changed back. Eventually though, despite their efforts, Noir had transformed and had never changed back.

However, even as Thorin was asking my help, the tension in the room palpable, I could tell he was holding something back. The low light cast eerie shadows on his face, his eyes avoiding mine. "What aren't you telling me?" I asked him, my voice edged with suspicion, the words hanging in the stillness.

For quite some time, Thorin remained silent, the weight of his unspoken words suffocating the air, then voice low, he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling of the dying fire, "You're his mate, Lyra, and eventually he is coming for you."