Hive Knight: A Dark Fantasy LitRPG (Trinity of the Hive Book 1) by Grayson Sinclair (black authors fiction txt) 📕

still coming down, but I didn’t give her any more time to recover. Picking her up in my arms, I wrapped her in my embrace and kissed her before pressing myself against her sex. Before I could move, she clenched around me, forcing me into her.

“Sam!”

She groaned in rapture as I thrust in and out, letting gravity press her entirely on my length each time. Her legs clung around my waist while her ankles came to rest at the back of my knees; each time she clenched around me, she locked her legs, sending my hips forward and my shaft deeper inside.

All that mattered was the need that demanded to be slaked, and I took her with the primal instincts of an animal.

When my arms began to tire, I used the burning to fuel my desire even further. I shifted, turning toward the nightstand, the burning candlelight sent shadows dancing over Eris’s skin, lighting the beads of sweat that slipped down her neck to rest along her prominent collarbone.

I extinguished the flame between my fingers and knocked the candle to the floor, ripping the curtain from the window in the process. Soft moonlight bathed the room in an ethereal glow as I rested Eris on the nightstand and continued.

With each thrust, Eris elicited a different moan, and I was determined to hear them all by the time I was done. Everything else ceased to matter but her, but the connection we had with our flesh. There was no tenderness, only desire.

I pushed into her again and again, as furiously and intensely as my body would allow. I lost count of how many times Eris climaxed, but there was an ever-present need to reach one more. Eris never said a word in complaint, only moaned my name over and over as she lost herself in the sex.

We were so desperate for one another that we lost all reason. After the fifth climax, a new sound joined us, the ripping and breaking of wood. Eris tore deep chunks from the nightstand as she gripped it. The furniture was crafted of solid oak, and rather than see it as the frightening display of strength that it was, it only made me want to work harder.

I bent over, trailing my tongue from the peak of her breasts to the nape of her neck and opened my mouth, biting softly.

Eris shuddered and moaned, gripping my back with her fingers, digging into my flesh. Warm blood slipped down my back, but I didn’t care.

The rest of the night was a blur; as we went on, more and more of my rationality faded away into pure hunger, and I lost control of myself. Through our bond, my need bled over to Eris and rolled her under along with me. Her eyes were bleary and unfocused as we abandoned all reason.

After that, I lost sense of time, and the only thing I cared about was Eris’s flesh in my hands.

When I finally came back to myself, be it hours or centuries later, we both lay tangled together on the bed. The pillows and comforter strewn about on the floor, and we were filthy with sweat.

Eris was curled against my side, her hair a mess, but I was enamored with the nape of her neck as it fell to her spine and back. Her vertebrae pressed against her porcelain skin as she breathed in and out deeply. I placed my hand just above her ribs and slowly caressed toward her hips and backside, marveling at the perfection of her skin.

A flash of red on my bicep drew my attention. A thin droplet of blood snaked from my bicep to my shoulder and continued towards my neck. Did I bite my lip in my sleep?

It wasn’t just on my arm, a thick drip of dried blood was on my chest as well. What the hell?

Looking myself over, I didn’t have any injures, and it was then that I took in my surroundings. The gray sheets were stained red, a deep splotch of it under the two of us. I wasn’t bleeding, so that left only one conclusion. Turing Eris on her back, I found the source of the blood.

Eris had heavy crimson stains down her chest, stemming from a vicious gash in her neck. The broken skin was ragged, and even moving her opened the wound, causing a fresh tendril of blood to mix with the sticky mess.

Eris had been bitten, and a chunk had been torn from her flesh.

Cold dread filled me as I swallowed, and the tang of iron filled my mouth.

I turned to the mirror in the far corner and looked at myself. Blood was caked around my mouth and lips. As soon as I saw it, my stomach couldn’t take it and I scrambled off the bed, heaving too much blood and the remnants of last night’s meal all over the wooden floors.

I heaved my guts out until nothing but bile remained. My throat was raw and burned with the acidic remains of my vomit, but before I could wash my mouth out and check on Eris, my vision swam.

My strength fled as darkness crept along the edges of my sight, and I fell to my knees and then to oblivion.

***

I didn’t dream, for it was much too vivid to ever be confused as such. It was more like an out of body experience than a dream; my body was lying on the floor of the safe house, but my mind was someplace else entirely.

I was in a void of darkness, I couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak, but I was aware. Flashes of memories ran through my mind, but they weren’t mine. Places and things I knew I’d never seen before, but it didn’t dawn on me what I was experiencing until the flashes slowed, settling on a scene that