Words fail me as her inner muscles grip me tight. Every nerve ending ignites, my breath shortening. It's been too long since I felt a woman's touch, too long since I let myself surrender to pleasure. But with Bryn, I have no defenses, no control.
And when she tightens around me, I know I won't last long.
"Gods." Her eyes widen as she takes in my length. "You'reenormous—
The words send a surge of possessive pride through me. Her reaction tells me no other man has filled her like this, satisfied her so completely. The beast in me roars with satisfaction, knowing I'll be the one to show her true pleasure.
I curl my hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, exposing the delicate column of her throat. My fangs ache to claim her, but I hold back, needing to hear those words of surrender.
"Feeling full, little one?" I purr against her ear, I flex my hips, drawing a gasp from her.
The muscles of her thighs quiver as I thrust deep. Her soft moans fire my need, each roll of her hips tightening the coil in my gut. Her soft mewls and whispered curses wind me tighter, stoking the fire in my veins.
"Yes. Please. More," she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Harder..."
Her plea snaps the last thread of my restraint. With a growl, I lift her from the bed, using my body to pin her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as I thrust up into her, her hair still imprisoned in my fist.
"Ohhhgods," she breathes, her head falling back, baring her neck to my mouth. "Right there."
"I'm not god, little one." I tug her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Say my name, Bryn. Scream it when I'm buried deep inside you."
Her eyes flash with defiance, a spark that ignites something within me. Without breaking our stare, I crush my lips, devouring her mouth with the same relentless rhythm I plan to use to take her body. My hips snap forward, burying myself to the hilt in her silky heat.
I drive into her with primal intensity, one hand guiding her hips as she meets each thrust. "Come for me, little bird," I command against her throat. "Let me feel you."
Her fingers tangle in my hair as she claims my mouth, our kiss a clash of teeth and tongues. Her inner walls tighten, telling me she's close. Just a little more...
I grip her thigh, lifting her higher, and thrust with punishing force. Her back arches, her nails digging into my shoulder, as a tremor racks her body. "Yes, yes...Erik!" she pants, breathless. "I'm…fuck."
A few more strokes, and she's splintering around me, screaming my name, her release drenching me in pleasure.
Her climax rips through her like wildfire, inner walls clenching around me in a vice grip that destroys my last shred of control. My fangs descend as I throw my head back, a primal roar tearing from my chest. Stars explode behind my eyes as I empty myself deep inside her, each pulse drawing another growl from my throat. Her name becomes a prayer on my lips as we ride the wave together, our bodies trembling in perfect sync.
Still trembling from the aftershocks, I ease her down from the wall, cradling her against my chest. I lay her on the bed, her platinum hair creating a silvery halo around her flushed face.
"You okay?" I kiss against her temple, tasting the salt of her skin.
"Mmm." Her laugh is lazy, satisfied. "Better than okay." Her fingers trace idle patterns on my chest. "Though I think you broke me."
I can't help but smirk against her skin. "I haven't even begun to break you."
She pinches my side, but there's no heat in it. "Careful, vampire. Your ego's showing."
"Among other things," I murmur, rolling her beneath me again, drinking in the sight of her sprawled beneath me, thoroughly claimed and utterly magnificent.
Her fingers trace my tattoos before settling over my heart. She swallows hard. "So... about this mate thing." Her tone is direct, but I catch the undercurrent of uncertainty.
"Bryn—" Her name sticks in my throat as I search those beautiful eyes.
She meets my gaze unflinching, though her body betrays her tension. Her hands press against my chest, and I let her push away. Rising like a warrior preparing for battle, she turns. "I don't know how this will work, Erik." Her voice is steady, but her warrior's mask cracks, showing the uncertainty beneath.
"We need to talk about this." I reach for her, but she slips away, wrapping her robe around herself like armor.
"I need time to think." She stands straighter, her voice firm despite the slight tremor. "We have a long journey tomorrow and need rest."
I open my mouth to protest, but the set of her jaw stops me. I know that look—I've seen it on the battlefield before she charges into the fray.
"Of course." I force the words out, every instinct screaming at me to fight for her, for us. But I know pushing her now will only make her retreat further. "I'll see myself out."
