He nearly laughed at that thought, at bringing the goddess of destruction to her absolute weakest, most vulnerable self and making her weep in pleasure for only him.Onlyhim. Ever again.
Dammit, he’d missed winning like this.
His cock pressed so firmly against his pants that it hurt.
Ana writhed beneath him, her hands in his hair, and he smirked up at her when he curled his fingers inside her. She sucked in a sharp breath, a soft moan coming after, and he slowly started pumping in and out of her.
“Right there?” he said, watching her face. Ana whimpered, her head nodding, and Sam smiled before licking her clit again. “Yeah, you like it there, don’t you, baby?” His tongue slowly flicked her again, and as her grip tightened in his hair, he started in on her once more. Sucking her clit into his mouth, licking her up and down. All the while, he would slowly pulse his fingers in and out, feeling her hips shift beneath him, relishing every time her grasp tightened in his hair or she cried out.
“Sam… Fuck, right there—yes—“
She was a mess beneath him, and he smiled at the sight of her coming undone. He felt her walls caving, saw her knuckles gripping the sheets. She threw her head back onto the pillow. Every breath that came from her sent her chest rising and falling, the whimper escaping her mouth so high-pitched that he wondered if she’d ever heard herself make such beautiful noises. Until she trembled in stillness, and the sound she cried at her end, had a curled a smile so devious on his lips he had to taste her again.
Ana sat up and pulled him from between her thighs, kissing him and tasting herself on his tongue. He let her control things for a moment. Let her twist his back onto the bed as she undid his buckle and finally freed his taut length from within. A moan left her, and he cursed when her fingers tickled the underside of his cock. She smiled against his lips, pushing that bead of liquid around the tip and stroking him slowly. Sitting up triumphant across his hips, making him admire the beauty that she was. And just as she shifted to move lower, Sam caught her by her arms.
Her eyes widened at the startle of his grasp, but he pulled her back onto his lap and sat up. Her wetness grazed his cock, his eyes fluttering at the friction.
“Tonight, you’re mine to please, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “And you’re going to let me in.”
He kissed her again, hand threading through her hair and the other squeezing her voluptuous ass. She lifted her hips, rocking against his length, and a low hiss sounded from within him.
No more fucking games.
He needed to be inside this woman. He needed to fill her and stretch her; to hear that scream come from deep within her again. He needed her begging for more from this day on.
He rolled them back again and pinned her wrists beneath his hands as he positioned himself. But even as he nudged her entrance, he knew he needed her wider to let him in. She was going to writhe and squirm in pleasure as he filled her, and he truly hoped tears fell.
Ana’s hips lifted off the bed as he pushed her spread legs up, the back of one thigh on his chest, her bent leg in his hand. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, but Sam grabbed her chin.
“Look at me,” he hissed. “Watch your beautiful body take me in.”
He groaned and cursed, his body shuddering as he felt her relaxing for him, and he slowly pressed himself inside her. Inch by inch. His eyes never leaving hers.
Fuck, he could have buried in her for hours, and for a few moments, he considered it.
“Were you made for me, baby?” he rasped, palming her breast as he stilled at the hilt. “Did you dream of me filling you?” He leaned down and caught her lips with his as she pushed up on her elbows to meet him. And he met her eyes as he said, “Tell me how you dreamed of me.”
“Screaming in pleasure and pain,” she said. “In all my favorite nightmares.”
The words quirked the corner of his lips. He pulled slowly out of her, nearly to his tip, and then slid back in. He watched her bite her lip, watched her eyes dart down to watch his cock disappear inside her again.
“Fuck,Sam,” she whimpered when he slid inside her once more. “Harder.”
The word was a hiss, a warning. He cocked a brow down at her. “Say it again,” he said, and this time, his restraint on pushing into her waned.
“Harder,” she repeated, her hips grinding into his. “Make me hurt.Make me cry.”
His tongue darted out over his lips, nearly smiling. She had no idea what she was asking for.
And he delighted at the thrill.
Sam didn’t hesitate. He slammed into her this time, making her cry out with that noise that he then vowed he would rip from her every day from then on. He would yank it from the depths of her being. Devour it with every stroke inside her. He would bruise her thighs and leave his handprints on her ass, his teeth marks on her breasts and her stomach.
The thought of it sent him into a frenzy. He thrust harder and harder inside her, his pelvic bone slapping against her. The delicious sound of her wetness as he moved sounded over the pounding rain. She strained beneath him, and he watched her face as it hovered in the in-between of pleasure and pain. Jaw shaking, nails digging into his arms.
He yanked both her legs off the bed and held her by her ankles as he fucked her tight cunt and teased her clit with his thumb. She writhed and cried out his name, and he felt as she began to close in tighter around him. Fuck,so tight. She was nearly there, and he had to stifle himself from coming too quickly.
“Shit—Sam—right there. Right there—yes—“
