Arms locked over my head, I was at his mercy, exposed and on display. If he wanted to fuck me now, he could. If he wanted to lift my pussy to his mouth and make me come again, and again, he could. I was his to do with as he pleased, yet he waited. He looked into my eyes and waited for me to give him permission to fuck me. Claim me. Make me his forever. His gaze held a storm of emotions I had no hope of deciphering. Pleasure. Agony. Fear.
Hope.
A hundred thoughts chased themselves in circles in my mind. My sister. Earth. My job. Warlord Kai would find my sister. Soon, she’d be in the same position I found myself in now. Vulnerable. Naked. Body on fire with need, raw desire. Staring into the eyes of a beast she’d just met, but desperately wanted to believe would love her forever and ever.
Tazo’s thumb rubbed my clit. A jolt of heat streaked through my body. My nipples drew taught and hard to the brink of pain. My entire body was tuned to his touch, his smell, his strength. Everything about him called to me.
Everything I thought I knew about the beasts flooded me with a desperate longing. I wanted to believe it was all true. I wanted this man, this beast, to want only me, be devoted to only me, love only me until the day he died. Love and devotion like that was the stuff of pure fiction, fairy tales for foolish little girls. I’d grown up a long time ago.
Until now, this moment, when every part of me wanted to believe in him. In his promise. In his beast. He could break my heart. Destroy me.
Or he might not. He might be real.Thismight be real. To find out would be a risk, a reckless gamble I’d be playing with my heart.
“Kiss me.” I stared at his lips as I made my demand, wet my own with a flick of my tongue.
He had been wild, rough, demanding. The beast was massive, so strong he probably annihilated entire armies of his enemies. He’d flipped me in his arms and held me in the air as he worked my pussy with his mouth. I was not a small woman, yet he’d held me in place for the taking like I weighed no more than a child’s doll. That part of him terrified me, and thrilled me, made me nervous, and made me feel safe at the same time. But I needed to know the man existed inside the monster, even now, when his instincts raged out of control. I needed to know if he had enough control for a kiss.
A shudder passed through him. He closed his eyes and leaned in to claim my lips.
The kiss was gentle, seductive. I longed to run my fingers through his hair, touch his skin, explore the muscles of his chest and shoulders. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to take off all his clothes and let me explore.
Locked in place on the wall, I could do nothing but kiss him back, tilt my hips to take his fingers deeper as he slowly slipped them in and out of my wet core, built my pleasure slowly, pushed me toward the edge with a slow, steady rhythm as he deepened the kiss.
My body wound tighter and tighter, to the very edge. I tore my lips from his and placed hungry kisses on the corner of his lips, his cheek. His chin. Anywhere I could reach. “Fuck me. I want you inside me.”
He drew back, out of reach of my starving lips. I cried out a protest until his hands wrapped around my hips and he lifted me into place, my thighs spread wide around his hips, the tip of his hard cock pressed at my entrance a torment that made me lean my head back against the wall.
The tip slipped inside, the stretching burn a pain I welcomed. God, he felt good. I’d never been with anyone this big, but his fingers had done their job. I was stretched. Ready. So wet. So hot. So swollen and sensitive I could feel every ridge, the smallest variation in his hard flesh. “More.”
With a groan, he shifted, pushed his cock farther inside until I gasped at the invasion. Fuuuuck. He washuge.
He stopped. Again. I panted, the air like lava in my lungs. There wasn’t enough. I was too hot. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Nothing existed but his skin, his cock, his massive frame—fully clothed, which was so not fair—towering over me. His eyes. God, he was watching me, studying my face as he fucked me, made me his. Our gazes locked. My pussy clenched in response to the lust in his eyes. In that moment, there was no one else in the universe. Just him and me. Us. Just us.
“Hurt?” His one-word question came out like he was being strangled. He was worried about me. Checking on me. His cock halfway inside, and he stopped to make sure I was okay.
I fell in love, just a little.
“I’m good. Don’t stop.” I smiled at him and squeezed my inner muscles. Released them. Squeezed and held so my pussy muscles clamped down on his cock like a vice.
The giant beast closed his eyes and groaned like I’d just tried to kill him. When he opened his eyes, I knew I was in trouble.
“MINE!”
I titled my hips as the beast thrust deep, fucked me so hard my hips slammed into the wall behind me.Yes. Fuck yes. Fuck me.I’d never been so turned on in my life. I was about to come, my orgasm spiraling just out of reach. One thrust. That’s all I needed. I needed him to move. In. Out. Fuck me. Make me his. Make mefeellike I belonged to him. Fuck me so hard and so deep I’d never get him out.
He pinned me to the wall, his chest heaving. What was he doing? Why was he waiting? Did he?—
Tazo shifted, lifted his hands to mine and held my forearms as his hips thrust. My breasts bounced in the air in tribute to the rough contact, each rebound a jolt of sensation to my nipples. He fucked me hard and fast. In and out like a machine, a merciless, relentless machine.
The scream built in my throat as my body spiraled out of control.
The orgasm rolled through me like a tidal wave, wiping my mind and body of everything but him. I came and he fucked me, no break in his hard thrusts, no yielding. His body demanded surrender and I could do nothing but take what he gave me as my pussy spasmed and exploded around his cock.
When his cock jerked and moved inside me, his seed a hot spurt that filled me and dripped down my thighs, my grin felt feral. He’d turned me into a beast of a different sort, a monster who wanted his seed, wanted his strength, wanted everything he was with a ferocious greed I didn’t recognize.
Mine. He was mine. The beast wasn’t the only one who could use that word.
Cock still inside me, he ran his hands over my body with a reverence that brought tears to my eyes. He caressed every inch of me. Arms. Legs. Breasts. Ass. Thighs. He traced my cheekbones with his fingertips, then my lips. I was too exhausted, too sated to do anything but languish under the gentle exploration as our breathing settled and our bodies cooled.
