I don't know what I am begging for. Salvation? Oblivion? Or just him.
He lifts me, standing up with a surge of strength that defies his injuries. He carries me to the heavy oak reading table in the middle of the room. He sweeps the maps and quills onto the floor with a crash and sets me on the edge.
He steps between my legs. His eyes are black holes, devouring me.
"No more words," he growls. "No more plans."
He kneels.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver, but then his breath is there, hot and damp against my center.
He kisses the inside of my thigh. I whimper, my head falling back.
"Imas..."
He ignores me. He plunges his face in my cunt.
His tongue is not human. It is longer, slightly rougher, and incredibly skilled. He licks me, a long, slow stroke that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my spine. I cry out, my hips bucking off the table.
He holds me down. He feasts on me. He eats like a starving man who has found a banquet at the end of the world. He sucks and licks and nips, driving me to the edge of madness.
"Imas, please," I sob, grabbing handfuls of his hair, trying to pull him up. "I need you. I need you inside me."
He pulls back, his face wet with me. He stands up, his chest heaving. He fumbles with the laces of his breeches, his hands shaking.
He frees himself.
I stare at him. Even in the dim light, he is terrifying. He is huge, the shaft thick and ridged with veins, the head dark purpleand glistening with a pre-come that catches the faint light. It looks too big. It looks like a weapon of war, something designed to split me open and ruin me.
But I don't care. I want to be ruined. I want to be filled until there is no room left for fear, until the only thing existing in the universe is him inside me.
He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, bruising me even before the act begins. He positions himself at the entrance, the blunt, velvet-steel head of him pressing against my slick heat.
"This might be our last moment, and dying with the memory of your taste is heaven in itself," he says, his voice ragged. "Let me remember you."
He pushes into me.
It is a slow, relentless invasion. I scream, a sound of pain and pleasure tangled together that tears from my throat. He is impossibly thick and long, stretching the delicate tissues, filling me so completely it feels as if he is rearranging my insides but it is so good, it reminds me I am alive.
"Leora," he groans, gritting his teeth, the cords of his neck straining as he sinks to the hilt.
"Yes," I gasp, my head falling back, my spine bowing off the hard wood of the table. "Yes, Imas."
He holds still for a second, letting me adjust to the sheer mass of him, pulsing inside me like a second heart. Then, he begins to move.
It is not gentle. It is a frantic, driving rhythm. He withdraws almost to the entrance, leaving me aching and empty for a split second, before slamming back in with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. The heavy oak table rocks against the stone floor, a rhythmicthud-thud-thudthat matches the violence of his hips snapping against mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back to pull him deeper, to anchor him to me. My nails dig into his shoulders, dragging down the expanse of his back, scoring red furrows in the charcoal skin. I want to leave a mark. I want him to bleed for me as I bleed for him.
"More," I beg, my voice a broken sob. "Harder."
He growls, a guttural, animalistic sound. He nestles his face in the curve of my neck, his hot breath washing over my skin. He bites down on the sensitive cord of muscle there, not breaking the skin this time, but marking me, claiming me.
He pumps into me, a piston of flesh and desperation. The friction is blinding. It burns, a sweet, agonizing fire that builds in my belly and radiates outward to my fingertips. Every thrust hits a spot deep inside me that makes my vision blur, makes my toes curl.
"Say my name," he commands, thrusting hard, hitting my cervix with a jolt that makes me cry out.
"Imas!" I scream. "Imas, I love you!"
