Shadows of Ember

Chapter 3: Velvet Sins

Draven’s c**k twitched deep inside Elowen, still hard and buried to the hilt, as his stormy grey eyes flicked back to the glowing screen on the nightstand. Victor Langford. The name hung between them like a live wire.

Elowen’s breath caught sharply. Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her second o****m, her inner walls fluttering around his thick length, but ice now flooded her veins. How did this stranger know Victor? Was this some cruel twist of fate?

Draven’s dark smile deepened. Suddenly it became predatory and unreadable. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging against that sensitive spot inside her and forcing a helpless whimper from her throat.

“Something wrong, little runaway?” he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. One hand pinned her wrist above her head while the other traced lazy circles over her swollen c**t. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Elowen bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, fighting the wave of unwanted pleasure crashing through her. “Don’t… answer that.”

Draven chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her core.

“Wasn’t planning to. Not when I’m balls-deep in the sweetest p***y I’ve had in years.” He thrust forward sharply, burying himself even deeper, and Elowen cried out, her back arching off the bed.

The phone stopped ringing. Silence returned.

Draven released her wrist only to grip both her thighs, spreading her wider as he began to move again with long, powerful strokes that made her full breasts bounce with every impact. The wet, obscene sound of his c**k sliding in and out of her c*m-filled cunt filled the luxurious suite.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes devouring her flushed body. “Taking a stranger’s c**k so greedily right after running from whatever broke you. Does he know how filthy you can be?”

Elowen shook her head, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking her eyes. Victor’s betrayal flashed behind her eyelids, him pounding into Lilith but Draven’s relentless rhythm burned it away, replacing pain with raw, blinding pleasure. She hated how good it felt. How right.

“Harder,” she gasped, surprising herself. “Make me forget everything.”

Draven’s eyes flashed with something primal. He pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and aching, then flipped her onto her stomach. He yanked her hips up so she was on her knees, face pressed into the silk pillows, ass raised high.

“Careful what you ask for,” he warned.

He slammed back into her in one brutal thrust. Elowen screamed into the pillow as he set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass with every deep stroke. His hand fisted in her auburn hair, pulling her head back so he could bite down on her shoulder.

“f**k….yes!” she moaned, pushing back against him. Every thrust sent jolts of ecstasy through her body. His heavy balls slapped against her c**t, and his thick c**k stretched her perfectly, hitting places Victor had never reached.

Draven reached beneath her, finding her c**t again, rubbing it in tight, expert circles while he f****d her like he owned her. “Come for me again. Soak my c**k like the desperate divorcee you are.”

The word *divorcee* sent a fresh wave of humiliation and arousal through her. She shattered violently, her third o****m ripping through her so intensely that her vision blurred and her legs shook. Her p***y clenched around him like a vice, milking his length as she cried out.

Draven groaned, deep and guttural. “That’s it… good girl.” He didn’t stop. He rode her through it, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back once more. Sweat glistened on his tattooed chest as he hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half.

This position was devastating. He drove into her even deeper, his pelvis grinding against her c**t with every thrust. Elowen’s nails raked down his back, drawing red lines across his skin. The pleasure bordered on pain now, overwhelming and addictive.

“Tell me,” he rasped, grey eyes locked on hers with frightening intensity, “who hurt you so badly that you came here to let a monster like me destroy this perfect cunt?”

Elowen’s breath hitched. For a moment, vulnerability cracked through the lust. “My husband,” she whispered brokenly. “He f****d my stepsister.”

Draven’s rhythm faltered for half a second, then grew more savage. “Then I’ll make sure you never think of him again while I’m inside you.”

He f****d her with renewed ferocity: deep, claiming strokes that had her sobbing with pleasure. His mouth found her breasts, sucking hard on one n****e while pinching the other. The dual sensation sent her spiraling toward another peak.

When she came the fourth time, it was almost too much. Her body convulsed beneath him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Draven followed with a roar, burying himself to the root and pumping her full of another load of hot c*m. He stayed inside her, grinding slowly as if sealing it in.

For several long minutes, they lay tangled together, breathing ragged. Draven’s fingers traced soothing patterns on her skin, a surprising gentleness after the brutality. Elowen felt raw, exposed, and strangely safe in the arms of this dangerous stranger.

But safety was an illusion.

Draven finally pulled out, his spent c**k glistening with their combined fluids. He rolled to the side, pulling her against his chest. One large hand possessively cupped her ass as he pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to her temple.

“Stay the night,” he said quietly. “You’re not leaving until I’ve had you in every way I want."

Elowen wanted to say yes. Her body already craved more of him but reality was creeping back in. She turned her head to look at him properly, the sharp, aristocratic lines of his face, the powerful build, those storm-grey eyes that seemed too knowing.

Something about him felt familiar now that the lust haze had thinned slightly. Where had she seen that face before?

Draven’s phone buzzed again on the nightstand. This time, a text message preview appeared on the locked screen.

Victor Langford: Draven, we need to talk. Your latest move on the Meridian Project is going to start a war. Call me.

Elowen’s blood turned to ice. Meridian Project. Victor had been obsessed with that deal for months.

Her eyes widened as the pieces slammed together. The rival. The man Victor cursed in his sleep. The self-made billionaire who had been systematically dismantling parts of the Langford empire for over a year.

Draven Calder.

She froze in his arms, her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it. The same man still leaking out of her wrecked p***y was her husband’s most hated enemy.

Draven noticed her sudden tension. His hand tightened on her hip, and that dark smile returned colder this time and more calculating.

“Something you want to tell me… Elowen?”

He knew her name.