Waves crashed rhythmically against the pebbled shore, their foam glowing faintly white under the stars, while the shallow surf swirled around our entangled bodies in the gravelly shallows.
Dark water lapped hungrily at Celestine's pale, inhumanly perfect form—her deathly white skin almost luminous against the inky black liquid, long strands of wet brown hair clinging to her shoulders and breasts like spilled ink.
Her razor-sharp nails sank deep into my neck, the tips biting directly over my throbbing carotid artery. I could feel the terrifying power coiled in her thighs, supernatural muscles tensed like steel springs, ready to snap my pelvis and rip me apart from the inside.
She wasn't going to let me finish. She was no longer in control.
"Fuck you," I snarled against her slick, feverish skin of her shoulder.
