The thought made me pause. To think how afraid she was to lose me because she feared those eerie temptations from the waterinspired a sense of guilt that almost made me want to turn her around and cradle her in my arms. She’d told me time and time again that I deafened her to Akareth’s voices. I never truly understood how much that mattered until she admitted it the way she did at that moment.
But I knew what she needed and it wasn’t comfort. It was brutality. I slid my fingers through her petals, spreading her arousal across her skin before pushing my pants off my eager cock. It sprung free, hard and desperate to bury itself in her heat. Sliding my hand up under Dahlia’s hair, I gripped her, tugging her head back as I brushed my tip along her seam.
“I need you inside me,” she whimpered.
“Tell me how you want it,” I said, leaning over her and pressing my lips to her jaw.
“Hard. I want you to—”
I slammed into her, burying myself as deep as I could go. She gasped, her chest heaving before I thrust into her again. Then again. Again. My ribs throbbed at the effort, but the pain drove me onward like a whip. The table legs creaked with every rock of my hips. Releasing her hair, I coiled my arm around her front, wrapping my fingers around her throat. The way her nails clawed at the table made the hungry beast in me absolutely ravenous.
“There’s no room for another,” I rasped into her ear. “You belong to me, body and soul.”
“Yes,” she panted. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
“This neck is mine,” I said, squeezing her throat a little harder. My other hand slid down to her ass before descending the back of her thighs, dragging my fingertips against her skin. “These legs are mine.” I drove into her, hard and deep. “This cunt is mine. Your pain. Your pleasure. It’s all mine.”
I pulled out of her, forcing her upright so I could spin her around. She was fierce and formidable outside. In my hands, she was putty, and I fucking loved that. No one else could bend her like I could. No one could bring her to heel.
Lifting her onto the table, I slapped her thighs apart and pushed into her again, dragging her hips toward me. She gasped my name and I almost lost myself to the sweet sound. Taking her throat in my hand again, I shoved her down onto her back and began to rock into her fast, mercilessly, taking pleasure in watching her face twist and change as I did it. She moaned and I leaned into her until she was making no sounds at all.
“Even your fucking breath is mine and I’ll not have anyone stealing it from me,” I said, crushing my lips to hers.
Dahlia welcomed the abuse. She could go without breath for some time, but that lovely gasp when I released her always seemed to finish me. I licked my tongue across her parted lips and savored how she felt beneath my weight. When she finally started to struggle, I released her and listened to the air rush into her lungs with an exaggerated moan. I cut it off with another kiss, devouring her pleasured sounds. Sliding my hand between us, I found her swollen bud and pinched it between my fingers. She jolted, arching as I toyed with her.
Pulling from her mouth, I allowed myself to bask in her intoxicating noises again. She was so beautiful when she was caught in that sweet spot between pain and pleasure and I knew exactly how to keep her there.
“Dahlia,” I grunted, thrusting into her so hard, I thought the legs of the table might wriggle free. “Come for me. I won’t come until you do.”
Her lips stretched into a grin and she let out a breathy laugh, hooking her legs around mine as if to cage me against her and torment me. I gripped her chin, forcing her mouth open and sliding two of my fingers deep into her throat. Slippery with her saliva, I drew them out and reached beneath her, lifting her thigh high on my hip. I stopped thrusting for a beat only to find the tight pucker of her back entrance with my finger. I pressed into her as I thrust my cock into her channel again. Dahlia arched, throwing her head back with a throaty moan. Her hands clutched at the sleeves of myshirt, nails ripping at the fabric. I slid my finger deeper until I felt her muscles contract around my knuckle.
“Come for me,” I demanded, gripping her chin with my free hand so she couldn’t turn from me. “I want to hear you scream.”
“More,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
I gently twisted my finger as I abused her pussy with my cock, slamming into her with abandon.
“You like this? Do you like knowing I can do whatever I want to you? That your body will do anything for me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like it. I—”
Her body seized, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. I released her chin to assault her clit again, forcing her over that edge she was too stubborn to cross on her own.
“Don’t turn away from me. You turn away and I stop.”
She locked eyes with me, her gaze flooded with desperation. It took mere seconds for her to shatter. Her legs shook around me. Her eyes rolled back as her release exploded through her. I buried myself in her once more, surrendering to that familiar euphoria until I felt like I was drowning in it. A surge of pleasure choked my cock until I spilled my seed deep inside her. Wave after wave of dizzying satisfaction rippled between us, bouncing from one to the other in what seemed like an endless dance. In the throes of our combined orgasm, I captured her mouth and kissed her like it was our last day to live.
And the way the world was, it was never an impossibility.
Finally, the pleasure began to ebb and I felt Dahlia soften beneath me like hot molasses, panting and boneless. I collapsed against her chest, catching my breath and inhaling the sweet scent of rain and ocean air from her sweat-dampened skin.
Gradually, her body came back to life and I felt her hands slither up around my shoulders. Her nails skimmed over my scalpand she hugged me close, pressing a cool kiss to the side of my neck.
“I would have destroyed everyone in that port and beyond if he took you from me,” she confessed.
