“There is no world, no plane of existence, where I could find peace without you,” he says as his other hand caresses up and down my thigh. “There’s no life for me after you.”
“I’m still here,” I murmur. “Let me prove it.”
I press my heels into his ass until his cock brushes my center. He rocks against me, and his grip tightens on my throat. The slickness of my panties is almost embarrassing, but it makes him groan. His tail hooks under the hem of my underwear on one side and his free hand grabs the other. I shift my hips to help guide them down, but then he tugs, ripping them open instead.
He holds the tatters up with his tail and flicks them aside. His hand returns to my leg and he steps into me, the underside of his cock rubbing against my center as he does. He grabs my ankles behind his back, stacking them over one another and pinning them in place with a hot bind of his magic. There’s nowhere for me to go, not an inch of give in his hold.
He grips my thigh, talons pricking my skin. “I could’ve lost you.”
“I’m here,” I whisper, using my other hand to guide him.
He shifts his hips back and down, aligning with my opening. I brush his head up and down my center, coating the condom in my slickness. With reverent slowness, he presses into me. The stretch I’ve yearned for fills the space that’s been aching, but I need more.
I press my feet into his lower back and get another inch of him. A searing, all-consuming inch that makes me moan and pant. I hold on to his wrist and the edge of the desk, keeping myself from moving away as he pushes inside me.
He closes his eyes, pressing harder until our hips seal, like he could fuse us together. The heat of him is pure bliss, a reminder of wholeness, and unity. Of peace and comfort.
“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?” he asks, his eyes still tightly shut.
“I can take it,” I say, challenging him to let go.
When his eyes open, they’re a living flame, burning in his sockets with brilliant desire. Smoke spills from his nose as he huffs a single, mirthless laugh.
“There’s my Firecracker.”
He pulls all the way out and slams into me with a ruthless snap of his hips. He doesn’t stop, slapping against me over and over in deep, powerful thrusts. I dig my fingers into the desk, holding on with everything I have as I moan out a curse.
His tail wraps over my thigh and flicks against my clit on his next push, and I gasp, so close to coming already. The metronome cadence of his hips is matched by his tail, and stars dance in my vision. The ecstasy is just within my reach when he stops, going completely still.
I whine, pushing my feet into his back, but he doesn’t budge.
“You don’t get to come,” he says, his thumb sliding over my jaw and across my trembling lower lip. “Not yet.”
I move my hand from the desk to my clit, but before I can even get in a single stroke, his tail yanks on my wrist. It’s pinned to the desk once more, so I let go of his wrist and reach with my other hand. He captures me with his free hand and pushes farther onto the desk, leaning over me.
“Not until that stubborn, willful streak in you surrenders to me.”
“And if you come?” I ask, squeezing the muscles in my pelvic floor.
He groans and the fire in his eyes stutters, like it’s rolling into the back of his head, but then burns brighter.
“You’re not going to make me come,” he says.
His hips pull back and he repositions, pressing the mound of his pelvis into my clit on his next thrust. The coiling sensation in my lower belly has receded some, but instantly begins to ratchet even higher than before. He rocks into me, pinning me down and pushing me higher with each movement.
I clench my muscles again, holding them tight as he pulls out of me. He shudders and slams back into me harder. I cry out, squeezing my thighs to keep him against me as I try to rotate my hips, rubbing myself against him. His hand slides from my throat to the back of my neck, pinning me onto him with his next punishing movement. There is no room for hip wiggles. No way to get that little extra push into heart-pounding oblivion.
He holds us there, his lips hovering over mine, our breath tangled. The more I breathe him in, the more I crave his kiss, but he doesn’t give in. I bite down on my lower lip hard and his eyes smolder.
“Your methods of persuasion are powerful,” he says.
I bite harder, just to the point of breaking skin.
A cocky smirk pulls up the side of his mouth. “But it’s not enough.”
He resumes his punishment. Forcing me to the brink of orgasm again and again. I fight him with every weapon I have without begging. I know it’s over once I beg, and I want to see if I can break him first.
I’m sweating by the fifth edging. Rhazan pulls me off the desk, cradling my ass against his groin as he strips my borrowed shirt off. He looks at all the smudged marks on my skin, the used-up runes that helped me fight the skreet overlord.
