She felt something hit her lips, and she knew it was his tongue beneath his suit. She clutched him as she moved her lips against his. Heat burst between them and Hysterian grabbed her back.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her flat upon it, deepening the kiss.
She felt his tongue move against hers, fighting the suit between them as the fervor built. Desperation and desire burst inside as she tried to tear the barrier with her teeth while he pressed his body against her, lying atop her on the bed.
Alexa hooked her legs around his hips and arched up. Hysterian ground his member between her thighs.
Sweat slipped down her brow, and she pulled back.
His eyes locked onto hers. He slipped a finger over her brow. “We both can’t control what our bodies do.” He eased off her. “But I can at least make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”
She was done with talking. The night was only so long.
Alexa climbed onto Hysterian’s lap and straddled his waist. His hands slid up and down her body, petting it. She curled her fingers around his cock and squeezed. Heat returned to his eyes, and this time there was also softness. The softness hurt. She didn’t know how she could handle him being soft.
He brushed her hair behind her shoulder, and unshed tears of goodbye put pressure behind her eyes.
She lined herself up with his cock and lowered herself upon him.
Her lips parted.
He held her tightly as she worked her body to accept him, letting her take the lead. She was already wet, empty, in need. She’d been that way from the start.
But as she pushed down a little upon his length and popped back up, the ache returned. Her breaths deepened as she stretched to accommodate his size. Hysterian marked her, branded her, from the inside-out like only he could.
He lay back on the bed, gripping her hips, helping her move.
Alexa sank down on him, taking him fully into her.
“Sweet fucking hell,” he groaned.
She clenched and he groaned again, so she did it once more, urging her body to accept him and the branding. She wanted to remember this forever, however long that would be for her. She wanted to take with her one last good memory.
Because like her time on theQuestor, she didn’t expect to live through what came next. And she wasn’t going to bring anyone else down with her.
Alexa rose up and sat back down.
Her fingers curled against the cloth on his chest, and she wrenched her eyes closed. His heat rushed through her.
“Fuck,” Hysterian growled. “Use me, Alexa. Take what you need.”
She gave in. Hysterian’s hands squeezed her hips, helping her rise and fall, building in tempo, increasing in speed. Each time she took all of him, the stretch of him sent her nerves into a frenzy, the emptiness inside her grew. She was at her limit, and yet she needed more.
Gripping his hands on his hips, she rode him hard. The bed shook, bedding shifted. Hysterian’s eyes brightened with each undulation.
Power filled her. Completion. She took what she wanted and gave nothing in return. Alexa dug her nails into his suit, wishing she could make him feel pain for her as much as she pained for him.
She wanted his strength, his godliness. She wanted to scream and hit him, she wanted him inside her always, not just in her head. She needed him to be consumed, to meet her obsession head on. A moan broke from her lips.
Her body slickened with sweat, only driving her closer to the brink. She squeezed and rocked, becoming an animal, riding Hysterian, chasing the high. When she panted, her head falling back, he stole the power back and moved her hips for her.
“Alexa,” he gritted through his teeth. A curse.
Alexa fell back upon him as he thrust up into her, lying on his legs. She swayed her hips and slid her hand over her clit, thrumming it.
Hysterian grabbed her hand and replaced it with his.
The next thing she knew, he was above her, holding himself up with one arm, thrusting into her hard. He filled her vision, and there was nothing else to see, not even the ceiling. He was everywhere.
