The Forgotten Island

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT:

MARKED, PART THREE

-Arya-

I came to sometime later, tucked into the white duvet of the dream rooms bed. Turning over in the dimly lit room, I found my demon sitting beside me, reading on of my memory books. Apparently, he had taken what I said to heart. I took a moment to memorize the details of him in case this was the last time I dreamt of him. Fantasy or not, I wanted to carry him in my heart, always. The look of concentration as he read, paired with his gigantic hands making the book look miniature was adorable. Without looking my way he teased me “Didn’t your mother teach you not to stare?” I blushed, caught in the act of admiring him.

Snapping the book closed and setting it aside, he pulls me into his chest. Strong arms surround me as he murmurs something I can’t make out, and once again I tilt my head as if offering him my neck. His eyes darken at the gesture, and I know without looking that the bulge between his legs is hardening for me. For me; I want it to only ever be for me. I am filled with a possessiveness as a pool of heat gathers between my thighs. He grips me tighter as his nostrils widen. “I can smell your arousal, mate.” My eyes widen at the statement, but of course this dream creature could smell the heat between my legs, it made more sense than most of what I had seen the past year. He flips me onto my back, bringing my wrists above my head and holding them there with one hand. His dark eyes are filled with my demise as he leans in and feasts upon my mouth. I moan against his lips as I arch my back beneath him, greedy for more. Working his hand under my gown he reaches for my breast, rolling a taut nipple between his fingers before squeezing. I cry out at the intense pleasure mixed with pain. He repeats the action over and over again as he explores my mouth, both breasts receiving equal attention. I become drunk on the ecstasy, desire dripping down my legs. Finally, he leaves my mouth, my nipples swollen and sensitive as he kisses down my body. I watch him with hooded eyes, loving the way he dominates me.

Gripping each of my thighs, he spreads them wide and lowers himself between them. He flicks his tongue across my clit before thrusting a finger inside of me, making me arch off the bed. “Say that you are mine.” He growls, moving his finger in an out with maddening slowness. I would have said anything to make him continue, but I was already his. I was his since the first dream. “Yours” my voice was raw and hoarse “Only yours. That was the only encouragement he needed, and he lunged at me. Swiping his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and he does it again. Something within me unlocks, awakens. I grip the sheets like a lifeline as he devours me, nipping at my clit before thrusting his tongue inside me, fucking me like it’s his cock. My thrashing causes his tongue to momentarily leave my body, and he pulls me back in tighter. His tongue plunges into me again and he fucks me with it like he is worshipping me. The orgasm was an explosion, rocking me into another plane of existence as I scream.

When I came down from the high he was naked, stroking his cock in his hand as he stared down at me, my orgasm still glistening on his mouth. I felt like a puddle, a boneless sack of meat. I didn’t think I could handle any more sensations, but I would anyway. I would take everything he offered me and more. Reaching down he tears the gown from my body, throwing the tatters to the ground beside the bed. He takes in my nakedness with greedy, hungry eyes, and I see his cock twitch. “You are perfect, so perfect.” He murmurs to me before ensnaring my hands above my head with his hand once more. He takes my still sensitive breast in his mouth as he rubs his hard length between my soaking folds. He is too big, I don’t know if my body can stretch that much, but I don’t tell him no. Instead I arch my back, willing him to claim me entirely. He reaches up his free hand and wraps his fingers around my throat, positioning himself between my legs. I am a moaning, writhing, panting mess, wanting him to take more. He squeezes my throat slightly and slams inside of me, tearing me apart in a single thrust. Pain rips through me as he claims my virginity, and I cry out. My nails sink into his skin, drawing blood from him as he had from me. He freezes and lets go of my wrists, looking into my eyes with shock. He hadn’t expected me to be a virgin. I have heard most girls can’t handle the pain, that men have to go slow; but I am not most girls. The past year has changed me, and the pain reminds me that I am somehow still alive, a part of me even craved it. I reach up and grab his horns, thrusting my hips against his and urging him on.

He begins thrusting, stretching me to his impossible girth. Sweat glistens over our bodies as he increases his pace. We find a rhythm together, he and I, and I the familiar tightening in my stomach intensifies. The wave crashes through and I scream again, my walls clenching around him. His eyes turn completely red, his blue-gray veins bulging. I am not afraid. He flings my legs over his shoulders as he continues to pound into me, the headboard creaking with every thrust. He wraps his hands around my throat again, another act of domination that drives me wild. His thrusts turn rougher and I see his canines elongate as he loses himself in me. Another orgasm begins building in me, and I tilt my head again, offering myself. This time when I come he snarls with abandon before moving his hand and striking down at my exposed neck. Sinking his teeth where my neck and collarbone meet, it feels like a connection slams into place between us. Somehow, I orgasm again, this one nothing like the ones before as an endless wave of delirious pleasure courses through my very veins. I don’t know where he ends and I begin as he empties himself inside of me. Slowly, he removes his fangs and kisses the spot tenderly. Rolling onto his back he pulls me into his arms, tucking me into his side. My eyelids are heavy as he kisses my forehead. “Now you are well and truly mine, my queen.” I hum with satisfaction; I could get used to being called his queen. “I don’t even know your name.” I say, sleep quickly overtaking me. I hear his voice as if through a long cavern as I lose the battle for consciousness.

“I am Malakai.”