With a groan, he pulls back and shoves in again, down to the hilt. Then he begins a swift rocking rhythm, a pattern offervent thrusts. I curl my legs tighter, feeling the impending orgasm building in my lower belly, in my clit, everywhere, everywhere.
Lowering his head, he kisses me, still buried deep. I put my hands on his chest, stroking the thin layer of hair covering his pectorals, teasing his beaded nipple with my thumb. His eyes close and his whole powerful body quivers.
“I fucking love how sensitive you are,” I whisper.
His only reply is a ragged moan that’s almost a whimper. He’s bracing himself mostly on his good arm, but I touch the injured one lightly.
“Can you do something for me?” My voice tremors with his thrusts, with my own ascent toward the peak.
“Anything, love,” he breathes.
“Put your hand on my throat like you did on the roof, when you saved me from falling.”
His gaze darkens with a beautiful, predatory delight, and he lifts his wounded arm, placing that hand around my neck. “Are you going to come for me now, Devilry?”
I nod, panting, my gaze magnetized to his as he exerts slight pressure on my airway. His hips roll as he pulls out of me, right to the tip, and shoves in with a violence that ignites my entire being. I release a sharp little scream and come with an explosion of bliss.
I can’t find words, can’t even swear or call out his name. I release a series of shrill gasps and panting moans while I shiver through the aftershocks of the pleasure. It cleansing, powerful, and depraved. It’s everything I need.
“My beautiful bad girl,” Ravager praises me, and then he groans heavily. “I’m going to come, Devil, I’m coming…” He pulls back a little, but I whine in protest, still riding the delirium of the orgasm.
“Don’t pull out,” I gasp. “Don’t, don’t. Come inside me, please, please.”
“Gods, yes,” he sobs out, and he thrusts one more time. His body tenses, and a harsh grunt bursts from his throat. His cock jumps and surges inside me, spilling all his cum deep in my body. When I think he’s done, his cock twitches and he comes a little more.
My reality crystallizes, and my mind becomes suddenly quiet, hyper-aware of the heaviness of his body on top of mine, the thunder of his heart against my chest, and the tension of his arm beneath my fingers, taut muscle beneath smooth skin. The side of his face is pressed to mine, his jaw against my cheek, his hair tumbling and tangling with my lashes. I am startlingly, intimately fused with him in this moment, on a level deeper than pleasure.
Emotion vibrates through him in waves I can’t miss. This act meant something to him, something I’m not sure he could even define, and knowing that moves me deeply.
I cling to him with all the strength left in my weary body. Still panting, he nuzzles into my hair, then turns his face to the curve of my neck and kisses me tenderly there.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, unable to bear the cascading tenderness and the ascending hope clashing inside me. I’ve never had sex like this. I didn’t know it could be like this.
When I curse, he says quickly, “Did I hurt you?”
“No. It’s just—everything.”
“I know.”
He doesn’t have to elaborate. The connection we have is starkly obvious, so raw that it would almost hurt to acknowledge it aloud. Neither one of us is ready to dissect what it means.
Ravager shifts his hips back, drawing his slick length out of me. My sex feels swollen, sated, faintly sore.
He gives it an admiring stroke with his thumb, once down each side of my opening. “Did I just put my baby inside you?”
“I take contraceptive herbs.”
“Oh.”
I raise myself on both elbows and hook an eyebrow at him. “Are you honestly disappointed?”
“No.” He chuckles sheepishly. “But I should be more relieved than I am.”
Slowly I lie back down, a little unsettled. He basically just admitted that he wouldn’t mind having a baby with me. What kind of life would such a child have, being parented by two volatile thieves?
“I scared you just now, didn’t I?” he says.
“No.” My reply is sharp, defensive.
