“Because you’re going to take me to the very last centimetre.” He started to push in. “And it might hurt. I can’t promise not to hurt you right now because I don’t trust myself with you wrapped around me. I told you I’ll let go of my control.”
Okay, really reassuring.
This wasn’t him apologising in advance. He wasn’t sorry he might hurt me. It was a warning, to prepare myself harder for what he was about to unleash.
He eased in again, and again, and I held my breath, feeling as he stretched me. Every other part of me seemed to hold their breaths as well, waiting for the moment I’d break. He was sinking in slowly, but fuck, it felt more like an invasion than a penetration. My walls fluttered like a leaf around his girth that felt a lot bigger than it actually looked.
“Theon,” I strangled out, my skin breaking out in sweats.
“Fuck,” he growled, slipping in faster. “I love it when you say my name like you need saving from me.”
I bet.
“Breathe,” he said, and I shook my head. Stretching his hand to grab my neck, he moved forward, ramming the remaining length into me. “I said breathe.”
I didn’t only breathe, I screamed, clenching him so hard he groaned. He’d definitely split me like I fantasised, pain lacing through me as he stilled for several seconds, mostly waiting for me to adjust to the big, strange intrusion that was his dick.
“Good?” His hand tightened around my neck.
I nodded, unable to form words as I quickly got used to him, needing him to start moving.
Retreating, his hands framed my waists. He pulled out slowly, my walls contracting, but not for too long. He slammed back in almost immediately.
I choked out a cry, currents coursing through my vein and setting me on fire at the powerful thrust that I knew I would be feeling its impact for a week. I wished I could break free from the rope. I really wished. I couldn’t shut up, I didn’t stand a chance against his ruthlessness.
“Theon,” I cried.
“Yes, say my name. Say it like it’s the only word you know how to pronounce.”
“Theon,”I moaned, knowing how much it fuelled him.
“Bloody fuck, woman.”
Pain bled into pleasure the more he moved, going from tip to hilt until the full force of pleasure hit me like a tsunami. His fingers dug into my waists, almost bruising, and I pulled on my restraint harder, already aware of what I’d see by the time I was free of them.
Even his hold on me wasn’t enough to keep me still as he hammered his way to eternity. I tried to see him, to have a look at him, but I couldn’t see through the tears in my eyes.
I was wholly consumed by him, I couldn’t feel anything except him, couldn’t hear anything except the wet sound of our activity. It was as though he was introducing me to a new version of sex that I didn’t know existed. He wasn’t just having sex with me, he was making me want him, making me need only him, making me his without screaming the word becausethiswas louder than any voice. And I knew, in my bones, that this wasn’t just sex to him as well. He could feel it.
My back had been off the bed since he slid into me, adding to the list of pains I’d be feeling when this was over. I was convinced I’d break it if I pushed out my chest any further.
“Yes,yes,”I demanded breathlessly as his motion quickened, hitting me so deep it made my eyes roll. Then he thrust in hard, a hand leaving my waist to have me by my neck. I was seeing stars, caught in this sweet, unbearable pleasure, as if I were unravelling piece by piece and yet being put together at the same time.
He squeezed my neck and leaned in, still fucking me steady and deep. “Open your goddamn eyes and tell me who’s fucking you.”
Tears slipped out as I peeled my wet lids apart, taking in his face, clenched jaw, and eyes I would run away from if I saw them in the dark. “Theon,” I whispered, losing my mind. I was climbing, and my body was heating up and jerking.
“Look into my eyes and scream that as I make you come on my cock.”
I nodded, the rough edge of his voice pushing me towards destruction.
Something—intense, dark and strong—curled tight in my stomach like the serpent tattoo on him. It coiled deep, twisting through my veins, unfurling with a slow, deliberate burn. I could feel it biting, until every inch of my skin was alight with feverish intensity. It swallowed me, made me dizzy, breathless—like I was floating, weightless, but charged with a current so fierce it left me trembling. Every nerve hummed, as though I’d been plugged into something far greater than myself, and I couldn’t help but surrender to it.
One rotation and a single, hard crash of his hip had me falling with his name on my tongue. Like he wanted, his name was the only thing I remembered, the only thing I could say even when I’d lost my mind, the only thing that could and was giving me what I craved.Morethan I craved. Everything else disappeared except him.Him.
With my body quaking, he released my neck and pulled out, flipping me over effortlessly. My tightened nipples protested as they hit the bed, but he was pulling me up to a kneeling position and bending my lower back in, my head in between my arms and in the sheet I’d wet with my tears.
The last of my orgasm died before he forced his way in without so much as a hello.
