He held still. “Are you okay?”
She nodded.
His eyes closed and the light vanished. Hysterian gathered her hands and placed them back above her head. He held them there as he began to move.
Slow at first, he rocked into her, each movement careful, like she was breakable. It was driving her mad. But then he’d push deep inside her again, bottoming out, giving her a dose of pain. She gasped when he pushed too far.
It would never be enough.
“More,” she begged when he pulled out completely.
He paused and thrust back in, looking between their bodies.
“More,” she urged.
He drove into her harder, giving her what she wanted.
She strained from the impact. A raspy chuckle joined his next thrust, pushing her body up the bed. His fingers threaded hers on his next impale.
The bed shook, and her whimpers built. The ache of penetration vanished each time they came together. Body feverish, pleasure shot up Alexa’s spine, and she held onto it, suddenly not wanting the pain to return.
She stared at Hysterian, awed by the pleasure. Pleasure he was givingher. Gone from desperation to bliss within moments, Alexa clenched.
Hysterian curled over her, bending to jerk his hips quicker, harder, faster. She wrenched her eyes closed.
He groaned her name again.Alexa.He knew who she was. Tears threatened to spring from her eyes. He ruined her mentally and physically. She knotted up, squeezing around him with each forceful thrust.
She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Sweat slickened her body, feverish from the heat. His warmth was making her light-headed.
“My little virgin no more,” he purred, lifting off her again and hitting her sweet spot with his hard tip. His body trembled and he plunged forward. He stopped and jerked his hips in frenetic succession.
She screamed. Her body seized. She thrashed, unable to cope with the sensations taking over her. Her orgasm ripped, her joints simultaneously locking and giving way.
He rolled his hips.
Another scream burst forth; another ripple of pleasure surged through her.
The heat—Alexa gasped, losing her mind, fighting his hold on her hands. The heat was too much.
“Hysterian!” she cried, tearing her hands from his, dropping her legs from around him mid-orgasm.
He released her, but instead of allowing her to leave, his arms came around her back, lifting her body to straddle him, forcing her to sink down on the entirety of his length. She squirmed and clenched. Her core pulsed with devastating pleasure, and she buckled. Alexa pushed at his chest, trying hard not to faint.
“Hysterian, please,” she rasped.
His hands dropped away from her. “What’s wrong?”
She tore off him, rushing to the bathroom. She shut the door and she sank to the ground. Her vision wavered.
“Alexa, what’s wrong?” Hysterian demanded, his voice muffled but clear through the door.
The panel slid open.
She put her hands on it, keeping it from fully opening. “Nothing,” she wheezed. “I just need,” she gasped again, “to use the bathroom.”
He released the door and she shoved it closed, her sex pulsing wildly the entire time. Her thighs slipped against each other as she moved.
“I know a lie when I fucking hear one, Dear,” he warned. “You and I are going to have a nice long talk when you’re done, Alexa.”
