"Come to me." Yisrael said with helpless honesty.

It laid the truth out in the open between them. He wanted to prove that he didn't have to bound her this time. This was what divided them, now he wanted her to make it up.

Something new knotted inside River as the air disappeared between them speck by speck. Each particle evanescing as she crossed to him.

When she reached him, she was aware of the shallowness of his breath. Sharing each other's air, watching the darkened eyes glimmer with magical malign.

The pearls were like the feathers of a swan, pure and it thawed and smoldered like wild nights spent on sheets of silk.

Her heaving breasts meshed with his hard chest as her warm palm slid over his nape, shackling him to her. Yisrael's body grew hard with tension and his rapid pulse dived for more, he grabbed her arms.

She let out a shaky breath at his cruel quaint pause.

His hands skimmed down, resting on her naked hips.

A curious frown settled on his face as he gazed her. "I have never felt the need to kiss anyone before yet you- I feel like I'll die if I don't with you."

Like shore kisses the sand, hunger clawed in River.

He felt the shifting illicit sensations as she used the power of both her legs to push off the ground and straddled his waist.

Her eyes reeked of demonic lust as her arms grasped his strong back, the taut line drawn down his brawn spine, a dent of destruction but it was an art of creation.

She still didn't move down to meet the lips because of the fine line of hesitation in him. He was constrained and he fought it with vulnerable power.

Her heat brushed up against the hard shaft blocked by his buckskin pants. She was conscious of it, making a decisive brush over him.

His hips jerked and his grip tightened like a strap around her waist. "You rouse me, female."

"I know." Another grind, his knee almost fell.

The moment was transforming and too much communication was rolling between them. It was suffocating and like the ash, it was toxic and pungent.

"Riv-" The growl was swallowed when their mouths collied. She slanted her mouth over his. She swiped the honeyed tongue over his lips until they parted with half gasp and half moan.

One beat. Two beat. Thre-

With a deep groan from his throat, he roughly plundered her scotch like mouth, tasting the danger and passion. He crushed her against the wall and grounded himself into her drenched crotch.

Their kiss wasn't summer rain. It didn't feel like the lovely monsoon wind that fluttered the ringlets of a lover's hair. It wasn't the wintry melting.

It was thunder declared, rippling and valley echoed hail.

It was regal. Like adamant golden chains locked and unbreakable.

Her muffled moan rose against his tongue as her nails bit onto his back. The pain was like flames, her taste was like the meat dipped into fire and he was willing to be scorched into cinders.

His fingers glided between them, to stroke her swollen flesh. Like the rain dropped from the sky, heavy and rough he petted her.

He kissed and nuzzled his way down her sensitive column, he was adrift in the sea of emerald eruptions.

"Let me take you to the end, River."

He pulled back to see her answer but on seeing how resolved she looked, she didn't have to say the unsaid submission.

With deft cut, his pants were off and he threw her down on all fours. A dark wave settled over them like gravity, encompassing them into a miasma.

His cock and balls were pent up with need that they felt battered. They were her slave.

"Show me how you ache."

With a withering moan, she spread her knees wide apart, bending herself down onto the rug. She raised her peachy pussy up for him.

"My poor Yisrael see how much I ache for you."

That tone made his shaft surge in readiness. She called him hers.

He flew like Icarus, readily melting those makeshift wings by the burning sun. The wax dropping as he fell into the galaxy of rivers circling around, drowning in him. His hand still surfaced out, and yet her power was too strong and it crashed over him, making him ultimately sink.

It started to madden him. This obsession with her was growing from bad to worse. Worse to black.

"You are getting so wet." She rocked her hips back and forth enticing him with that pussy. His gaze upon her was possessive and carnal.

With a palm coming down on her ass, he took hold of her knee lifting it in an angle to making her spread wider. It made her more exposed.

More vulnerable. More naked.

Nothing was hidden. All card were laid on the table for a vigorous life alternating fuck.

"You are mine."

His bulbous crown made into her opening. She let out a delectable moan, trapping him at the entrance from moving. His cock was so engorged, the pleasure shocked her to a degree that it became unbearable.

This was raw sex. Too raw that one can't know where is life and death. What was day and night. Dawn looked like dusk, reality was a dream.

The tightness was moulded to a welting pleasure.

He shuddered. "So tight..."

Her sheath clenched him that he almost spilled. She was about to pull away when his hand gripped her glaring hips. "Don't move. I can't let you go until I claimed you."

"So hot..too much." She whimpered, feeling the next wave of desire as his hips bucked, making him plunge deep into her.

She cried out, "Uhhnn."

He drove into her, sending her in and sliding her out. Another forceful thrust with a hungry buck till he hit the hilt of her sex.

With a choked moan, she pleaded. "More.."

He gnashed his teeth, as he throbbed still in her. His greedy girl liked a rough seeing to.

The need to bite her neck began to overwhelm in him. His animal stirring inside him to claim her as his own. Marking her as his.

The seal between them was a paradise doomed.

He flipped her around, sitting on his haunches as she straddled him and he wrenched her down on his shaft and up again.

Her swollen breasts bounced in front of his mouth. "Cup your breasts for me."

When she did, he dragged his tongue out to tongue the peaks. As he began to suckle, his thrusts became powerful as he splayed his hands which were like iron brand on her ass.

She cupped her other breast to his mouth, "Suck more...."

With a deep satisfying groan, he indulged her and the suction on her nipples was the only thing keeping her upright.

Against her wetted peaks, he panted harder. "I want to eat, drink and breathe from you..."

Her eyes leaked a dribble of tear. He spoke like he couldn't live without her. Like she was his freedom.

His favorite dream.

Favorite thought.

Favorite sight.

She twisted her hips over as their gaze met.

His low tone made her tremble but it was his words that jaded her. "You are falling for me."

She drew a ragged breath and her head rolled back. She can't look at him. This was becoming too much. She didn't have to known what he said was proving to be right.

But she couldn't think about it. It was too fast, too soon and too right that it scared her.

He twined her hair around his fist, making her look back at him. She tried to yank his hold; her eyes edging to block him out. "No.."

"Don't look away for me."

She stared at him like one would directly look upon the blistering sun. It was blinding her as she moved on him, faster and harder. Her breasts ached from each rough bounce as she rode him in abandon.

His growl rose as his shaft pulsed even more inside her. His glaze of black eyes began to go wild. Deranged. Unfocused yet so focused.

"Need to fuck you harder." His voice had changed, going to a deep seated guttural as if it came right from someplace kept enclosed for a reason but now all grounds were off.

He pinned her hands behind, making her back arch as he plunged into her, feeling the righteousness course into it.

The scent of her delicious sex snapped his control.

"Put me out my misery, River!" Her moans grew louder, echoing in the cave and his thrust grew unrestricted and uninhibited.

The burgeoning pressure in his cock lashed in him as he rutted into her, his animalistic urges growing that he couldn't deny it any longer.

His teeth sharpened on instinct. Mark her. Make me mine.

"Need to bite."

Unaware of his inner turmoil, without any hesitation she bent her head to side. "Yesss!"

He bared his canines, the white sharp fangs pressed onto her skin and he sank in deep.

Delirious with sensations, she writhed against him, her climax reaching its pinnacle.

Her fiery blood sent his mind straight to the first time he met her, her blood he had dipped his tongue in. All of that came flooding to his heart, bonding.

She was meant for him.

He snarled against her neck, as she arched above him, head thrashing as she began to come.

Her sex milked his shaft, demanding the pressure to release his seed. The throbbing broke through him and he threw his head back and bellowed.

Semen pumped hot heavy jism into her, consuming her wholly. He ejaculated with such force it was like a thrust. Even after he came, he couldn't let her go.

"I can't stop."

He was not Yisrael anymore. He was just the man. And she had become his woman.

He tossed on her back, pinning her hands above her, still plunging deep into her. He gazed down at her, her lips beckoning him.

Only words popped in his head. Possession. Claim. Surrender.

Like metals rusted and decayed, his mind crumbled.

He smashed his lips onto hers, her hips undulating for him. The intense pressure building as she realized she was going to come again.

Tongues and teeth smattering, she scored her nails onto his fists that had her locked. He was everything untamed. Too rough. Too wild. Too intense.

His mouth went seeking down to her plump nipples, sucking them harder.

He caged her in with his body, rising up to his knees. He growled with each brutal thrust.

She heard his low snarling sounds with every furious drive. His eyes riveted to the hard points wet from his enraged sucking.

The familiar rise of his seed again pulsated. All her games, her mischievous cold and hot schemes and her wanting other men made him fuck her with his every last strength.

She thinks she can have anyone one else? His hand shot down to her throat, making her whiskey eyes flash open to his.

"Surrender to me." His body spasmed with such starvation, it sliced his soul.

He crammed into her until her skin was all sweaty pink. The veins in his muscles popped, her pearls bounced and his bands glimmered together in a ferocious animalistic frenzy.

She let out a maddened moan as she came again in dizzy sparkling mirrors. He followed her, tearing into her flesh, pumping into her hot and relentlessly.

He felt her squeeze him, wringing out every last drop of seed. She spread her legs wider, her back bowed as she screamed out his name mixed with his brutal yell of ecstasy.

A guttural sound crashed out of him as he kept thrusting carrying out the wave of arousal, soon with the last shuddering groan, he collapsed on top of her.

In the foggy foxy haze, he saw her blissful smile as if she were those women made just for sex.

He lay back on his side, the rug cool under them as she stretched gazing up at the cavern ceiling of lights glimmering brighter than before.

It's like they acknowledged and honored their mating. Contentment and joy surged in her almost making her weep.

This was what heaven in hell felt like.