"Hold on to me," he commands, his voice a dark rumble that I feel in my bones.
I barely have time to wrap my arms around his neck before he's lifting me, my legs instinctively circling his waist. The blunt head of his cock nudges at my entrance, hot and hard and insistent. We both groan at the contact, the promise of what's to come making my inner walls flutter with need.
"Look at me, baby." His forehead rests against mine, our breath mingling in the scant space between us. "I want to see those pretty eyes while I fill you completely."
My lashes flutter open, my gaze meeting his just as he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. My back arches off the door, my mouth opening in a silent scream as he stretches me to the point of delicious pain. He's so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat, every thick inch of him claiming me from the inside out.
He begins to move, each deep stroke hitting that secret spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I cling to him, nails digging half-moons into the muscled expanse of his shoulders as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation.
"Fuck.You feel so good." Rhyland grunts, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.
The door rattles on its hinges with each powerful surge of his hips, the sound echoing through the room like a naughty drumbeat announcing our activities to anyone within earshot. His mouth claims mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging deep in a filthy mimicry of what his body is doing to mine.
"Off the door," I manage to gasp out between searing kisses, my nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. "Too loud."
No need to give the entire longhouse a show. Besides, knowing Rhyland, his powerful thrusts would probably shake this flimsy door off its hinges.
He responds with a growl, his hands gripping my thighs as he tears us away from the abused wood. Three strides carry us across the room before he drops into a chair, keeping me wrapped around him. I straddle his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, as his hands slide under my thighs to reposition me.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he spreads my legs wider, hooking my heels over the arms of the chair. The position is obscenely exposing, leaving me completely open to his gaze and his touch. I can feel the cool air against my most intimate places, can see where we're joined, his thick length disappearing into my body.
The new angle allows him to sink impossibly deeper, stretching me around his thickness until I'm filled completely. A broken moan falls from my lips, my head falling back as my body struggles to accommodate his size. The sensation is overwhelming—each thick inch of him branding me as his, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
His eyes blaze into mine, twin pools of molten blue threatening to consume me whole. His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing but claiming—his thumb resting against my thundering pulse point. "Look at me, baby," he demands, our breath mingling in the scant space between us. "I want to watch you fall apart. Want to see those pretty eyes glaze over when you come on my cock."
I couldn't look away if I tried. I'm captivated by the primal hunger in his gaze, the way his muscles flex and ripple with each powerful thrust. Sweat glistens on his chest, highlighting the intricate tattoos that wind across his skin. His jaw is clenched tight, the cords in his neck standing out as he fights for control. He's raw and untamed, a force of nature unleashed in our small room, and his dominance takes me to the edge and back again.
"Feel how perfectly you take me," he growls, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel. "This sweet pussy was crafted for my cock alone." His hand slides from my throat to cup my jaw, his thumb tracing my parted lips. "Such a good girl, trembling for me." He pushes his thumb into my mouth, and I instinctively suck, tasting the salt of his skin. "Your body was made for me, designed to milk me dry."
Hiswords send liquid heat coursing through my veins. I meet him thrust for thrust, my hips rising to pull him deeper, harder. The wet sounds of our bodies coming together mix with our ragged breaths and mingled moans, creating a symphony of passion that fills the room.
His hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He rubs in tight, merciless circles, the calloused pad creating a delicious friction. The added stimulation has me seeing stars, my inner walls clenching around his thickness as I climb higher and higher.
"Rhyland," I keen, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please..."
His lips curl into a predatory smile, his eyes darkening to midnight. "Not even close to being done with you, Angel." His voice is pure sin, dark and dangerous as the night. He punctuates his words with a brutal thrust that has my body arching like a drawn bow. "We're just getting started."
Desperate for more, I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer for a searing kiss. He chuckles into my mouth, the sound low and wicked.
"Look at you, so hungry for me," he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip hard enough to sting. His tongue soothes the bite immediately, sweeping into my mouth to tangle with mine. "I love how desperate you get, how your body begs for my touch even when you're trying to be mad at me."
His eyes glitter with mischief even as he continues to roll his hips in a maddeningly slow rhythm that keeps me right on the edge without pushing me over. "I should keep you like this for hours, Angel. Right on the edge, dripping and aching, until you're sobbing for release." His voice drops to a sinful whisper. "Until you're promising me anything—everything—just to feel my cock drive you over that cliff."
The thought sends a dark thrill through me, even as my body rebels against the idea of him edging me. "Rhyland," I whimper, my nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake. "Please..."
"That's right, baby. Fucking. Break. For. Me." Each word is punctuated by a deep, savage thrust that has me gasping. "Beg for it. Let everyone hear who owns this pretty pussy. Show me how desperate you are for my cock."
His dirty, filthy words wrap around me like a physical caress, stoking the flames already consuming me from the inside out. The pleasure builds to almost unbearable heights, my body trembling on the precipice of something earth-shattering.
"Please, Rhy...land," I manage, the words broken and desperate as they fall from my lips. "I need you. Need to come. Please."
My gaze locks with his stormy blue eyes, now blazing with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs. At this moment, he's pure predator, and I'm his willing prey.
Without warning, he lifts me off his cock, my soaked core sliding free with an obscenely wet sound. Before I can protest the sudden emptiness, he's maneuvering me up his body, positioning my knees on either side of his head. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide as he brings me down to his waiting mouth.
The first swipe of his tongue against my swollen clit nearly undoes me. He licks and sucks with agonizing skill, his fingers thrusting inside me in a relentless rhythm that has me panting. "Drench my fucking tongue, Angel," he growls against my sensitive flesh. "Watch me feast on this sweet pussy—be a good girl and come in my mouth—flood me with that honey. That's an order."
"Oh, god!" The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, a knot in my core that he expertly unravels with each lick and flick of his tongue. My climax detonates like a bomb, my release spraying over his chin and chest in hot bursts as I cry out his name.
