Fuck.Fuck. She’s so tight.So wet and silky and giving as her body makes room for what shouldn’t even be real. The hiss of pain when I shift my grip on her ass to pull her down on my cock makes me freeze, even as my length throbs and demands that I plunge all the way inside her.
“No, no, no, don’t stop.”
Ada’s pleas set my body alight. I want her like this every day. Every night. Every godsdamn moment for the rest of time. Ada begging me to give her what only I can unlocks something deep inside me. Something primal and dark and hungry that I can only release at her command.
I rock into her again, harder. She cries out, the sound of pleasure-pain echoing through the trees. “Take it. You want it so bad, then fucking take it.”
“Yes, god Seth, it’s… you’re…” An unearthly sound bursts from her when the thickest part of my cock finally presses inside her, the pearls along my shaft rubbing against her channel in a way that has her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves. A gush of wetness coats me, dripping down onto my knot and to the snow at my feet.
I taste blood, my fangs nicking my tongue as I harshly grind them together to keep myself from losing it already. This might be the only time she’ll want me like this. I have to make it count.
“Did you just come, Princess?” I rasp, shocked by how her body responds to me.
“Y-yes.” She sounds as surprised by it as I am, her voice wavering.
“Such a slut for your monster, aren’t you?” I pull back and thrust inside her again.
“Yes.” This time her affirmation is steady. Like being allowed to let go and let me use her body is as freeing for her as it is for me.
I set a slow but brutal rhythm, each thrust powerful enough to make her tits bounce. She makes room for meslowly but surely, until she’s wet and pliant and, ohfuck, I’m all the way inside her save for my pulsating knot.
It’s too much. Too good.
Lightning lances up my spine as I work inside her, dragging out as many moans and cries as I can from Ada before I lose control. When I bend forward to drag my tongue up her neck, she comes again with my name on her lips, and there’s no stopping my release. With one last forceful thrust, my knot pops inside, and I come with a bellowing cry that makes the birds in the trees around us scatter. My vision whites out. Time is endless as pleasure sizzles through every nerve ending in my body.
And then Ada grabs my chin and yanks me up, smashing her lips to mine in a desperate kiss.
That’s what ruins me. Not the mind-altering pleasure of my orgasm, or the sounds of her own delight in what I’ve given her, but the kiss that holds the promise for something more.
She pulls back far too soon with a shaky exhale, her head burrowing against my shoulder.
“Ada,” I murmur her name reverently, eyes burning with unshed tears. She sighs in response, her body going lax in my arms. I stare down at the woman letting me hold her. Trusting me with her body and safety even now. “I’ve got you, Ada,” I murmur, reassuring myself as much as her.
Walking back to the cabin with her stuck on my knot proves to be a challenge. The small hisses of pain when the movement tugs too much make my chest ache. I shouldn’t have knotted her, but I lost my mind when I came.
By the time we’ve reached her cabin, my knot has thankfully gone down enough for me to slip out. Ada’s cheeks redden as the gush of our mingled release splatters down her thighs onto the snow, but I don’t let it stop me from hauling her into my arms and carrying her inside. Henry looks up from his bed in the livingroom, giving us two heavy tail thumps of greeting before closing his eyes again, clearly unconcerned about his owner.
She’s shivering, and I don’t know if it’s from the shock of what we’ve done or the cold, but I carry Ada straight to the bathroom and set her down on the edge of the tub as I fill it. Her eyelashes flutter shut as I kneel beside her, holding her steady with one hand and stroking her hair, her cheek, her arms, everywhere I can reach to reassure myself that she’s okay and that I’m really here with her.
“Are you okay, Princess?”
Ada’s eyes flash open at the sound of my voice, and I wince, hating that I startled her. “Seth,” she murmurs, scanning my face. Whether her expression holds awe or fear is unclear to me, but I hold stock-still as she processes things. When she speaks again, there’s an unexpected gentleness in her voice. “Still can’t believe you’re here. That you’re real.”
“Me either.” My voice sounds like I’ve been gargling broken glass, and I’m worried it’s going to scare her now that the heat of the moment has passed.
She doesn’t flinch or cower, though. No, shelaughs, the sound hoarse from crying out before.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve heard her laugh I’d almost forgotten how intoxicating it is. The stress and anxieties that weigh her down melt from her face as she somehow finds the humor in our situation.
As her laughter fades, she reaches out to turn off the tap, then brings her hand up to my hood, pushing it back. Her fingertips trail down across the edge of my mask, brushing against my ear, then my throat, then the center of my chest where she stops and rests her palm right over the scarred pit of my heart.
“I’m not okay,” she murmurs.
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I go to pull back immediately, the words like ice water poured over me, but she shakes her head and sinks her blunt little nails into my chest.
“It’s not because of you. I’ve been broken and hurting for a long time, and I tried to convince myself I could get through it on my own. That I could be safe if I hid away here in my cabin.” Her chin wobbles and her eyes grow glassy. “But I’m not okay, and you saw that. You stayed with me, even when things were the darkest. You came for me and showed me that I don’t have to do this alone.”
You stayed with me, even when things were the darkest.
