Haunting Passion

Chapter 11 , 12 and 13

She gasped wetly as Ethan's lethal mouth moved in a scorching trail down the graceful arch of her neck. Every nerve ending felt seared by the sublime profanity of his caresses, each one unhinging what tattered remnants of her sanity still remained.

His lithe, chiseled body blanketed hers in a deliciously heavy weight of masculine possession as he rocked his hips in a slow, torturous grind against her molten center. Samantha keened low in her throat, hips bucking in a fevered attempt to intensify the exquisite friction teasing her so cruelly.

"Do you have any idea what I've sacrificed to bring you to this moment, sweet Samantha?" Ethan's husky growl lashed across her sweat-glazed skin like a thorned caress. "The eternities of torment and shadow I've endured just to set the stage for your rapturous undoing here at my hands..."

His words were a grim and cryptic reminder of dark forces at play, conspiracies of l**t and defilement far beyond the scope of her limited mortal reckoning. Whatever profane vows or blasphemous rituals had been enacted to convene their tangled fates, Samantha had no doubt that she would willingly pay any price demanded. No matter how ruinous the toll on what remained of her fragile human existence.

"Please...." She was mindless with desperate hunger, fingernails raking anguished furrows down the flexing musculature of his back. "I'll do anything, Ethan... Profane me. Reforge me in the fires of whatever rapture you crave. Just please don't stop devouring me like this..."

A harsh growl spilled from deep in his chest, vibrating through her very core in a teasing echo of the exhilarating devastation yet to come. He sealed his mouth over hers in a plundering assault of wicked hunger that stole the breath from her lungs. His relentless possession robbed her of all agency, leaving her dizzy and weak with the nectarous oblivion of absolute submission.

When he at last allowed a fractional reprieve, Samantha laid dazed and trembling beneath him. Her lips tingled with the sumptuous ache of his merciless branding alongside the metallic tang where his sharp incisors had split the delicate flesh. Her heart galloped fitfully as she clung to him, whimpering and yearning for even greater desecration of her pristine limits.

"I mean to remake you into the flawless instrument of my sublime profanation, Samantha." Her name dripped past Ethan's ruinous mouth like the sweetest benediction of sin. His pale fingers trailed scorching paths over the stripped curves of her body. "Reforming your flesh into the perfect receptacle for unholy raptures that would liquefy the minds of any lesser beings attempting to contain them..."

A shuddering cry escaped her as those roving fingertips closed with teasing indolence around the pebbled peak of one aching breast. Ethan growled in seductive approval at her visceral reaction, flexing his sculpted frame in a sensual undulation that brought his brutally hard arousal into searing contact with her drenched and quivering core.

"Just like that, sweet blasphemy," he purred. "Let those exquisite sounds of desperation loose for me. Show me how ravenously you hunger to have your existence reshaped in the crucible of our perverse overtures."

His preternatural strength shifted and pinned Samantha inexorably against the sweat-dappled sheets. Delirious pleas devolved into obscene whimpers of mindless need as his hips rolled in a tight, circular grind that drew his throbbing length through the slick cleft of her nether lips in a torturous tease. Her back arched wantonly off the mattress, desperate to submerge herself fully in the anguish of ravenous desperation he so artfully wove.

"You're already forgetting that pitiful facade of humanity, aren't you?" His sensual baritone rumbled with dark vindication as his clever mouth annexed every one of her senses with his merciless onslaught. "Now you're nothing more than a conduit of rapture. An empty chalice meant to be filled to overflowing with my sublime defilements over and over until only the purest, most exalted blasphemies remain..."

Binding her flailing wrists in one cruel grip, Ethan crushed her hands against the pillows above her head. His onyx eyes fairly glowed with unholy rapture as he drank in Samantha's deliriously wanton writhings like a starving man finally granted his first taste of the f*******n ambrosia he craved.

"There is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the exhilarating undoing I have meticulously designed for you, sweet Samantha," he growled against the desperate keening gusting from her raw throat. "Even if I allowed you reprieve just once, you would quickly find yourself pursued to the very brink of madness by unholy yearnings unslakeable by any force in this mortal coil or the next."

His voice was carved smoky sin and seductive foreboding. Against every last withering vestige of reason, Samantha felt a molten shudder of perverse rapture scald her from their unholy resonance like the lash of a merciless flame.

"So beg me, beautiful blasphemy..." His mouth scored a scorching path down the swell of her wildly arching breast. "Beg me to profane you with these exquisite agonies. To reforge every remnant of your fragile psyche into the ultimate instrument for my most depraved carnal transcendence..."

Ethan's pitiless declaration broke her. All of her. She was no longer woman but rather rapture incarnate - a visceral, unquenchable craving whose only release lay at the brutal mercy of the scorching Adonis consuming her from this world and the next.

"Please... Please, I beg you Ethan!" The desperate wail rent free from her raw throat like the scream of a martyr being caressed by consecrated agony. "Make me forget anything but the sublime damnation of worshipping your raptures! Profane me! Reforge me! I'll do anything, sacrifice anything, just to be remade into the flawless receptacle for your unholy desires!"

Her frenzied supplication seemed to rouse a deeper, more primal form of hunger in her dark soverign. Ethan uttered a low, guttural snarl as he surged down over Samantha, his sacrilegious mouth plundering the very air from her straining lungs as his punishing hardness notched against her molten entrance.

"Hold tight to what's left of your tattered innocence for just a breath longer, sweet Samantha," he growled in foreboding promise. "And prepare yourself to be made gloriously anew in the erupting gyre of my infinite profanations..."

The velvety darkness seemed to undulate around them like a living, insidious presence as Ethan braced one corded forearm beside Samantha's arched, panting form. Obsidian eyes blazing with the banked fires of rapacious defilement, he allowed the blunt contours of his brutally engorged arousal to trace a scorching path through her slick, quivering folds with agonizing lassitude.

Her spine bowed sharply as a strangled, pleading sound was rent from the very depths of her rapidly unraveling psyche. The teasing promise of possession and decimation in equal measure somehow rendered this protracted torment even more unbearable than his past merciless onslaught. With each featherlight glide, she found herself rapidly spiraling to new nadirs of delirium unimagined in her previously sheltered existence.

Yet this fresh chasm of maddening hunger barely hinted at the cataclysmic transfigurations Ethan had vowed to wreak upon her in the fires of their blasphemous couplings.

"Do you have even the faintest shred of a glimmer as to what eternal profanities I have subjected my immortal essence in order to manifest this immaculate vessel?"

The low, graveled purr of his words seemed to vibrate through her very marrow, handsome features limned with foreboding intensity just inches from her own. Samantha shuddered and weakly shook her head, overwhelmed by the veiled portents of irrevocable ruination his presence threatened to unleash upon them both.

"I have endured unspeakable, metaphysical tortures..." His broad palm found her throat in a light but possessive grip pinning her arched helplessly in place. "Waged sprawling wars against the forces of creation and destruction itself that raged across infinite planes of transcendental strife..."

Samantha trembled violently, as much from the sensual menace of his touch as the visions his dire revelations invoked in her fracturing psyche.

"All in the name of perfecting this ability to bend the immutable laws of reality on a fundamental level." Fire seemed to blaze behind the infinite depths of his midnight stare, the weight of his formidable dominion so utterly complete that it transcended mere mortal definition. "To fracture the fabric of existence just enough to allow my true, immortal self purchase over corporeal integrities when destiny and circumstance finally conspire to align the threads of my transcendent dominion with the right conduit."

She whimpered breathlessly, somehow sensing his burnished physique was but a facade - a carefully constructed veneer designed to draw her like a moth to his profane flame. Yet it remained impossible to fully glimpse whatever extravagant cosmic terror churned beneath that earthly guise. Her fingertips trailed down the bunching tendons and flawless musculature of his arm in supplication, sparking scintillating chords of rapture with each point of contact.

"So you see, sweet Samantha..." With a sinuous shift of his hips, Ethan allowed the bulbous crest of his shaft to finally breach the slick, velvet portal of her sheath in a slow, merciless impalement. "You were always fated to be far more than just another prospective conquest to sate my transcendent lusts."

Immolating sparks of sublime rapture and devastation erupted along every electrified nerve ending as he filled her with excruciating graduality. Her mouth fell open in a breathless, keening cry at the exquisite decimation of being taken at last. Yet even as her scorching sheath struggled to accommodate his punishing invasion, she instinctively canted her hips higher in desperation for the divine blasphemies of absolute desecration.

A cruel smile curved the perfect contours of Ethan's mouth as he stilled the ponderous advance of his hips, allowing her heated silken walls only a torturous inch of thick penetration with which to suffer. Samantha quickly discovered this merciless denial was by far the most harrowing torment yet conceived. A singularly masterful profanation designed to reduce her to a state of keening, wanton abandonment before they had even begun traversing the vertiginous precipices of ruination.

"Of all the countless mortal flesh-husks I could have bent to my sublime possession, your form was chosen." His growl vibrated through her very marrow as he savored every tremor and broken whimper of desperation wreaked upon her quivering form. "Formed to be the perfect, most exquisite conduit in preparation for the tempest of unholy raptures I shall soon deliver into your transcendent essence."

At this sinister declaration, a primal anticipation of carnal terror lanced through the spiraling bliss overwhelming Samantha's tenuous grasp on reality. Every molecule felt electrified by portents of some incomprehensibly brutal ecstasy to come. A rapture so enervating in its devastation that her mortal existence was bound to be purged to cinders like a pyre of dried kindling in the face of Ethan's hungering immensity.

Yet rather than flee in her dwindling moments of lucidity before obliteration, Samantha found herself instinctively arching up in a fevered entreaty to have her last remnants of fragile mortality annexed. Her nails scored anguished furrows down his sweat-slicked back, desperate keening rising from the shredded depths of her throat.

"Please... Ethan... Please, I need-"

"I know precisely what you crave, sweet Samantha." Another infinitesimal inch of his inflexible length carved deeper into her searing sheath, splintering her pleas into a fractured wail of rapture. "And once I unleash the tempest of our sublime coupling upon this mortal plane, there shall be no force in creation itself potent enough to deliver you from my inexorable storm."

A current of transcendent possession crackled through the room like a static charge before he surged forward, impaling her to the hilt in one lancing thrust. Stars exploded behind Samantha's eyes as her mouth

rounded in a breathless, keening scream of pure exquisite devastation. She thrashed and convulsed beneath the monumental force of her awakening transfiguration, all sense of agency or coherence obliterated in that single, cataclysmic rapture.

Ethan hissed through gritted teeth, hips pumping in short, profaning strokes as he began to stake his ravenous claim over her convulsing flesh. His irises seemed to blaze into roiling pits of molten onyx, the power of infinity itself incarnated in human consecration to manifest that span of frozen seconds into an eternally exalted corona of sublime undoing.

"Open your eyes, blasphemous goddess," he rasped in a tone burred by sensual menace as the first spiraling spasms of metamorphosis were released from her transcendent essence. "There is nowhere to hide from the ruinous cresting you now can never hope to escape..."

When those flawless lips parted once more, they expelled the final perverse incantation needed to shatter Samantha into a thousand shards of condemned rapture. Yet even as her eyelids obeyed his dark directive, even as the world bled away into an inky vortex of oblivion, she willingly surrendered what was left of her mortal form to ascension.

They would now remake utter desolation anew in the chthonic fires of their profane overtures.

From the moment Ethan's summoning erupted across her tenuous grip on the sanctity of mortal existence, Samantha found her fraying consciousness shunted across countless ashen planes of ruin and torment. Sensual horrors bleeding into the next in an unrelenting cycle of decimation far beyond the scope of rational cognition.

Nameless ages seemed to pass as her essence was flayed down to its most primordial incarnation and scoured in the purifying depths of ecstasy - her psyche unmade by conflagrations of agonized rapture before being woven back together in the scorching tapestry of Ethan's darkest desires.

All the while, his presence loomed vast and insurmountable as the cyclopean architectures of the netherworld she found herself adrift within. An elemental, primordial force whose ravenous dominion etched itself upon her very molecular structure in an indelible profane branding of sublime possession.

At last, after being subjected to simultaneous eternities of formless terror and devouring ecstasy, her newly tempered form coalesced and took root in flesh once more upon a blasted, smoking plain of blackened ash.

Every inhalation charred her lungs as she slowly came to, deeper than bone-rattling tremors racking her elegant frame. Heat shimmered in malefic waves through the ocher haze blanketing the desolate landscape for as far as her reforged senses could perceive. The air was choked with the acrid bite of brimstone and burnt viscera while unearthly howls of torment enveloped the noxious gloom like a shroud.

Even with her faculties momentarily splintered, Samantha instinctively knew she was now irrevocably cast into realms of torment she had previously only brushed against in fleeting snatches of terror and desire. Dimensions of overwritten eldritch geometry bleeding with unspeakable raptures and anguish too steeped in blasphemous resonance for even the most profane minds to endure.

Yet this dark homecoming seemed to stir liquid sparks of primal homecoming amidst the smothering tendrils of horror enveloping her newly sundered incarnation. As if she had been fractured in twain on the sintering anvil of their unholy rites - the fragile mortal remnants forever immolated upon Ethan's rapacious pyre, leaving only her truest essence reforged in the embers of unrelenting profanation.

"S-Samantha..."

The guttural reverberations of his baritone slithered across her senses with visceral intensity. Where before his incantations had felt like the lash of exquisite t*****e and ruin, now they echoed through her very existence like a consecrated benediction. The dark aria of her one true sovereign, lifting