Chapter 88 🔞🔞Chapter 88🔞🔞
Elena's 'yes' crashes through me like a fucking supernova, her kiss devouring my mouth as our tongues tangle in a sloppy, desperate battle. The soul bond between us ignites, supernatural heat flooding my veins, tying her joy to my overflowing happiness—revenge on Michael simmering in the background, angels and demons twisting in my mind as dark fantasy fuels the fire. I pull her closer, my greedy hands roaming her slick skin, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, yanking her against me until our tits crush together, nipples scraping like sparks. Water sloshes over the tub's edge as I stand, dragging her with me, our bodies dripping and steaming, pussies still grinding in wet friction.
“Fuck, Elena, you are forever mine now,” I growl against her lips, biting her lower one hard enough to draw a bead of blood that I lick away, tasting her metallic tang mixed with the salt of our sweat.
She moans, hands fisting my wet hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat where she latches on, sucking a bruise into my skin like she is marking her territory. The bond pulses with her possessiveness, dark and fierce, promising eternal nights of this—soul-deep fucking while we plot Michael's downfall, Apollo and Levi's vengeance echoing in our shared lust.
We stumble out of the bathroom, towels forgotten, leaving wet footprints on the floor as I shove her toward the bed. She laughs, a raw, throaty sound, and tackles me down onto the mattress, our heated bodies slamming together in a tangle of limbs. My hands explore every inch of her—tracing the curve of her hips, squeezing her thighs, nails raking down her back to leave red trails that make her arch and hiss. She pins my wrists above my head with one hand, the other diving between my legs to shove three fingers into my dripping pussy, thrusting hard and fast, no mercy.
“Gonna fuck you until you forget everything but us,” she snarls, her thumb grinding my clit in brutal circles, the soul bond screaming with every plunge, her pleasure crashing into mine like waves of hellfire.
I buck up, wrapping my legs around her waist, grinding my cunt against her hand as I free one wrist to grab her ass, pulling her down so our clits mash together.
“Yes, fuck me raw, Elena—bind me with your cum, your screams,” I pant, the words spilling out in a haze of lust, dark fantasy flashing: Michael’s chained screams, Levi's cock pounding Apollo in vengeful fury, all of it heightening this moment. She releases my wrists to flip me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up, and dives in—tongue lapping at my asshole first, then sliding down to suck my pussy lips into her mouth, teeth grazing my clit until I scream into the pillow. The bond throbs, supernatural threads weaving tighter, angels falling in my mind's eye as demons rise.
She mounts me from behind, strapping on the dildo from the nightstand without a word—thick, veined silicone that she slams into my cunt in one brutal thrust, bottoming out and making my walls clench around it.
“Take it, Adrianna—every inch for our forever,” she grunts, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm, the bed creaking under us.
I push back, meeting her thrust for thrust, our skin slapping wetly, sweat and arousal dripping down my thighs. Her hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto her cock as she fucks me deeper, the soul bond exploding with shared ecstasy—her dominance fueling my submission, revenge fantasies blending with the raw physicality.
We switch positions, me on top now, riding her hard, grinding my clit against the base of the dildo while she reaches up to pinch and twist my nipples, making me yelp and fuck her faster.
“Cum for me, wife-to-be—flood me with that tight pussy,” she demands, her voice breaking into a moan as I lean down to bite her shoulder, tasting her skin.
The orgasm builds like a storm, our bond humming with dark energy, promising sinful eternity—nights of plotting against arch-angels, days of this endless, brutal lust. I shatter first, pussy spasming around the dildo, squirting hot and messy onto her stomach as she thrusts up, prolonging it until she's screaming too, her own release crashing through the bond like demonic fire.
Hours blur in a frenzy of furious fucking—we eat each other out on the floor, her tongue buried in my ass while I finger her to shaking climaxes; she ties my hands with her belt, spanking my ass red before fucking me against the wall, our screams echoing through the mansion. Levi and Apollo's distant growls filter in, their own hellish union a soundtrack to our sin, soul bonds intertwining in this web of angels, demons, and revenge. Finally, exhausted and spent, we collapsed onto the sweat-soaked sheets, her body curled around mine. I fall asleep to the steady thump of Elena's heartbeat against my back, content and bound, the world fading into peaceful darkness.
Beeping pierces the haze, sharp and insistent, yanking me from sleep. My eyes flutter open, disoriented, head pounding like I have been fucked for days—which I have. But this is not our bedroom; sterile white walls surround me, monitors blinking with green lines, the air thick with antiseptic instead of sex and sweat. Confusion twists in my gut—what the fuck? I try to sit up, but tubes tug at my arm, an IV dripping into my vein. A woman in scrubs hovers nearby, her face familiar yet wrong—same fierce eyes, but her hair's pulled back in a ponytail, name tag reading 'Elena - RN.'
She notices me stirring, her expression shifting to professional concern.
“Oh, you are finally awake. My name is Elena, I am your daytime nurse. I am going to page your doctor, then I will be right back.”
Her voice is calm, detached, nothing like the growling lover who just promised me eternity. I open my mouth to call out, to ask what the hell is happening, but no sound comes—my throat is raw, dry, like it has been intubated. Panic surges; I can not speak, can not move right, the soul bond... it is quiet, faint, like a whisper across a void. Is this a dream? Some angelic curse from Michael twisting reality?
She leaves the room, door clicking shut, and I strain against the restraints on my wrists—wait, restraints? My mind races, questions swirling: Where is the real Elena? Adrianna—me—where am I? The mansion, the bath, our marriage... was it all a hallucination? Dark fantasy creeps in, revenge forgotten in this disorienting fog, demons and angels blurring into nightmare.