I wrapped my legs around his hips and tried to get closer.
“No,” he growled. “Tell me.”
I bit my lip. As bold as he made me, I was still a little shy when it came to voicing my desires.
“I want…” I pressed my head to the mattress and groaned.
“What, baby?” he encouraged, sliding the tip of his cock just slightly inside of me.
I want your cock.
“Out loud, Isla.”
“Grrr.” I scowled at him.
“You can do it, baby.” He rocked forward again, and I let out a frustrated grunt.
“I want your cock.”
“You do?”
“Aye.”
“How do you want it, baby?” he teased, pressing into me but only slightly. “Hard? Fast?” he rocked again. “Slow?”
I arched into him and gripped his arms. “I want you to fuck me six ways to Sunday.”
He buried himself deep. “Your wish is my command.”
I cried out as he finally began to move, faster and faster, kissing me as he twisted a nipple and buried himself deeper and deeper.
“More,” I demanded, and he did not disappoint, slamming into me so hard, I came apart, crying out his name as an orgasm rocked me.
I started to drop my legs from around his waist when I realized there was nothing below me. I let out a quiet squeak and wrapped my body around him. “Are we floating?”
His head whipped up and he let out a quiet hiss. “What the fuck?”
His tattoos began to glow, signaling to me that I would need to be the one to deescalate the situation. “Close your eyes, love,” I whispered.
“Why the fuck are we in the air?”
“Arric,” I crooned. “Close your eyes. Please.”
He did and I slid into his mind using everything I had to calm him. Once his heartrate returned to normal, I felt the mattress at my back and let out a deep sigh.
Arric knifed off the bed and dragged his hands through his hair as he paced our bedroom. “What the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, sitting up. “I can only assume it has something to do with your oracle abilities.”
“It needs to fuckin’ stop.”
“Why?” I countered.
“Because I might hurt you.”
I slid off the bed and wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing his chest. “You wouldneverlet anything hurt me, especially yourself.” I smiled up at him. “And I, for one, thought that was kind of hot.”
“What if I’d dropped you?”
