Every rock and press of her against him made his body ache. Fuck, he wanted her right then. He wanted her wrapped around him and saying his name against his cheek.
His lips moved to her jaw, and she hugged him against her, one hand in his hair, the other teasing his tip. He cursed into her neck and pulled back to take her lips once more.
He didn't want her to think she was ending him before he took her this time.
Because she was his, and he wanted her to know it.
"Tell me you have more pants in your bag," he breathed.
"I do," she answered in confusion.
"Good."
The word had hardly left his lips before he used his fire to burn the seam. She jumped, grasping his shoulders, and then her hips pushed against his. He grinned into her throat, and she yanked his head up to hers.
"Did you like that?" he asked, kissing her between the words.
His finger grazed between her folds, and she moaned in response, hips bucking into his hand. He cursed in her mouth at the wetness wrapping his fingers. He needed to feel her around him.
He grasped her ass in his hands and pulled her off the ground. She obliged, legs wrapping around. He gave her backside a slap, followed by his squeezing her cheeks again, and the moment she sank onto his length, Dorian cursed against her breasts.
"Fuck,Dorian," she whispered in his hair, and the sound of his name on her lips made him grasp her tighter.
For a moment, he teased her, deepening himself all the way in, his palms pressed into the wall by her head as she held herself around him, her body pinned. He kissed her again, and her hands tightened in his hair.
"Are you ready for me, Lady Fyre?" he uttered against her lips. "Or do you want me to tease you?"
She groaned when he thrust into her again, him stilling a moment as he watched her face. "Make me yours."
His eyes fluttered with the words, and he grasped her arms, pushing them out so that the backs rested against the wall, his hands on her wrists. His teeth tugged on her bottom lip, and he pressed his forehead against hers. He slammed into her. Again and again. Making her body bounce with his every stroke. She kept her legs firmly around his waist, her moans echoing off the walls. He could feel her tightening, her muscles starting to strain beneath his grasp, and he knew he was on his edge too.
"Fuck—you're so tight," he groaned. “Come for me, Reverie.”
His legs shook, thrusts becoming erratic as he fought his end. Her mouth sagged, staying open as her heels dug into his backside.
"Yes," she managed, voice high pitched. "Yes—Dorian—right there—“
And when his teeth sank into her throat, she cried out his name, her hips moving up against him—
She shattered around him with a heave of her entire body.
The feeling of her breaking sent him whirling, and he pushed into her once more, his body pressing flush against hers as he surrendered inside her.
Muscles spasming with the comedown, he laid his head on her breasts, allowing her hands to come down and her to cradle his head. He didn't want to move from inside her. Feeling her walls continue to flinch around his exhausted length. He finally picked his head up and kissed her again, and then his forehead leaned against hers.
"You're a liar, Prince," she accused, her legs finally slipping from around him.
His chin raised as he let her go. "Am I?"
Her breath evened, and she glanced over him again as he reached for the towel on the ground. "All this talk about making me beg," she mocked. "I thought our first time would have lasted longer."
His insides chilled, and he stared at the smug mockery in her features. Dorian threw the towel at her, and his eyes darted around the room. Challenge rising in his stomach and his shoulders. Restlessness in his extremities. Biting back the smirk on his lips.
“You’ve no idea what you’ve just asked for,” he said, tone darkening.
“Don’t I?” she openly mocked.
He grabbed pillows from the couch, and he turned just in time to watch her remove her pants and wipe herself of their finishes trickling down her thigh. He watched her a moment, staring at her legs and her hips just showing from beneath her long shirt.
