Somewhere in the middle of it all, he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her a little so he could slide into her. She stiffened as she felt him fill her, and he stilled, face hidden in her hair.
“Hold still for a moment,” he said, voice husky.
But Ella found that she could not, the feeling of beingstretchedmade her want to move and ease the tension building in her body.
Obeying her instincts, she gave an experimental roll of her hips, feeling her muscles contract and give her momentary relief.
He groaned and raised his head, face twisted in pleasure. She felt his breath leave him on a shaky exhalation, and she realized that he was fighting for control.
Grinning wickedly, she deliberately rolled her hips again. This time, a flame licked through her body, making her moan and shiver under him. The muscles in his shoulders bunched under her fingers as his upper body reared away from her, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Holdstill,” he admonished her, voice tortured.
“No,” she said, and then she leaned up to run her tongue over the pulse hammering in his neck.
Her small teeth moved down to bite into his shoulder, and she felt him shudder under her tongue. He moved in her, almost involuntarily, and it was her turn to gasp as she fell back against the pillows.
With that, he started to move, his mouth still on her neck, mouthing at her flesh with his open mouth, the points of his sharp teeth sending little pinpricks of pain-pleasure shooting through her as they moved together to completion, their hearts pounding in time with each other.
It was too much, and her back arched as she moaned helplessly. Her hands flew up to cup his face, caressing his cheeks, thumb moving over his mouth. His lips parted on an exhale, and he drew the digit into his warm mouth. She felt his tongue move over her skin, and couldn’t stop the twitch of her hips.
His hands came down to clamp over her wrists, raising her arms above her head. Instinctively, she struggled against him, and his grip tightened as he pushed her deeper into her bed.
“You can’t escape,” he said, his eyes wide and the pupils blown with lust as he slammed his hips into hers.
“You can’tkeepme,” she spat back.
“You’re mine,” he growled, making her sigh when he rocked into her punishingly hard, his other hand delving between her folds to stroke her hard, sending her senses reeling.
“Say it,” he rasped out as he thrust into her, making her moan.
“What?”
He shook his head, sending silver hair whispering over her skin. “Say you’re mine.”
She wanted to resist, but at her silence, he changed his angle and wentdeeper, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes open.
“Yes,” she screamed, throwing her head to the side, “I’m yours!”
She turned back to watch as he shuddered. His eyes bled crimson for a moment as his hips slammed into her, making her back arch off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream at the sensation. He grunted her name into her neck, and then she was falling, and he was following her, his gasp of pleasure muffled in her hair.
A long moment later, she felt him stir to draw the sheets over them both.
His voice, when it came, was heavy. “I’ll find a way to get both of us our freedom. I’ll break this bond between us. I promise.”
“I know,” she said.
She felt his breathing slow at her side; his next words were thick and half-slurred with sleep.
“Do you still hate me, Ella?”
She exhaled and finally stopped fighting with herself, giving in to the truth.
“No. I don't.”
Ryu dozed off a few minutes later.
She sat awake for the rest of the night.
