Growling back at him, I let my wolf’s instincts take control for a few moments as I launch myself forward, my legs wrapped firmly around his hips so that we twist and I end up on top of him. We’re so close to the bottom of the bed that I nearly drive us off it, but I don’t care how close we are to tumbling onto the floor. We can fuck just as easily there.
But first, I’m determined to explore his body. Bracing my palms against his shoulders, my hair falling across my left shoulder, I trail my tongue over his chest, tasting the power on his skin, the strength behind every hard muscle, all the way down to his stomach. My fingertips flutter against his thighs, but I don’t make it to his cock before he wraps me in his arms and we roll again, this time ending up in the center of the bed, although we’re lying sideways on it now.
He takes the long way back to my mouth, stroking and kissing every part of my skin from my stomach to my breasts, drawing my nipples into his mouth one after the other while his hands play across my stomach and then back down to my pussy, a teasing touch this time that makes me growl even louder.
When he finally positions himself over me, his breathing as erratic as mine, I’m a mess of pleasure and aching need. His head dips to mine, his lips surprisingly soft. The contact between our mouths is brief, his touch like a predator soothing his prey.
Except that I’m also a predator now. And I’m ready to give as well as take.
My power swirls between us, the darkness deepening as his cock rests against my core, and I rock toward him, needing the connection between us.
“Nova.” His voice vibrates against my mouth, and I match it with a moan.
“Rune,” I say, the first time I’ve welcomed his true name.
He doesn’t hold back.
The first thrust shakes me, destroying my foundations. My body fills with a fiery pleasure that is so intense, a cry rips from my throat.
He holds me tightly, his mouth crashing against mine before he draws back, demanding that I meet his fierce gaze.
I do.
I gasp at the next thrust and then… settle into it, taking in the intensity. Holy fuck, each of those two thrusts were more intense than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and release still eludes me, the pleasure only building.
Meeting his next thrust with my own strong movement, my body crashes against his.
His fist lands beside my head, grabbing hold of the sheets. “Fuck.”
For a second, the color of his skin changes again, a deep ripple of power shuddering through him into me, but my own darkness rises to meet it. The shadow of his big body converges with my power, the tension building between us until the darkness spills across the bed and covers the room, clinging to the walls.
He told me we could break each other and I’m starting to understand what he meant. Every connection between our bodies shakes me, every powerful plunge drawing out a perfect storm within me. Fierce need, raw fury, burning hope, and pure peace—all of it a furious chaos made up of my demon power and my wolf’s wrath mixed with my own desires.
I meet Roman all the way, matching him, making him groan as he wrenches me closer, until he’s breathing as hard as I am and our bodies are a wild tangle and…fuck… I never want it to end.
The crash of pleasure tears me apart. Ripping through my core, radiating to every corner of my being, beyond me, and all I can do is arch my back and scream through it, acutely aware of the burst of power flashing across Roman’s body—or maybe it’s my power. Orourpower as Roman groans, his movements jerkier. Whatever it is, we ride the waves of the release and the intense quiet that follows.
Roman’s arms clamp around me, pulling me close, keeping our bodies pressed together. Sweat covers my torso and arms, a slick sheen. My chest is heaving. So is his. So rapidly that we bump against each other with every indrawn breath. Every inch of my skin is tingling and I ease my thighs against his hips, tracing the muscles of his back with my fingertips, sighing against his neck.
Somehow, we’ve ended up on our sides at the edge of the big bed. Some of my hair cascades over it, the violet lengths damp with sweat. Roman brushes the strands from my face, his touch tracing the shape of my lips and jaw.
He doesn’t say anything and I’m okay with that.
He drops a kiss against my jaw and another against my ear before he pulls me back to the center of the bed, molding me to his shape.
It takes a long time before our breathing evens out and the shadows recede from the room, the remnant power lifting. By then, my eyelids are drooping, a deep lethargy making my limbs heavy.
I don’t fight it, taking as much from the quiet as I did from the heady sex.
Roman told me that one day, I would understand the peace in silence. I let it soothe me, and I slip toward sleep.
“Grinta,” Roman murmurs against my forehead.
The ancient demon bonding word strikes right into my heart.
My eyes fly open, only to find that his eyes are closed, his breathing deep and even. When I brush my fingertips against his jaw, he doesn’t stir. He’s soundly asleep, and this time, his slumber appears so deep that his body is like a heavy blanket across me.
With my heart in my throat, I whisper back, “Grinta.”
