The bond between us ignited, lighting up so fiercely, so bright, I gasped into the kiss. Every muscle locked up as that golden thread slid into place. My heart giddy and ablaze, the feeling of completeness engulfed me.
His hands traveled up my arms, slow but desperate, as if savoring every inch of me before he took in a ragged breath. “Do you want to stop?” I could hear his hesitation, but hope threaded through every syllable.
Sliding my hand behind his head to weave my fingers through his raven locks, I tugged his head back until we were nose-to-nose.
“No,” I growled softly. “But I want you to know something.”
His breath stuttered, his eyes flicking between mine.
“My body has wanted this for a long time.”
I reached down, my claws cutting at the seam of my pants. The sound of fabric tearing was loud in the quiet room. His pupils blew wide.
“I’m going to want it hard and rough,” I murmured, letting him hear the promise in it. “Do you understand?”
He kicked the blanket off, leaving him naked, his eyes locked on mine. "Then do with me what you want." His palm slowly dragged against his length, working himself harder. His nostrils flared with each inhale, chest rising and falling, gaze burning into me like he was carving this moment into memory.
I positioned myself above him, took the head of his cock, and dragged that velvety tip against my clit. My breath hitched. Lungs seized.
No more waiting.
I slammed down on his length. His fullness stretched through me, creating that perfect blend of a pleasurable ache. My hips rocked, and we both groaned. A deep rumble came from his chest, mine breaking from my throat.
His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling the stiff peaks before his mouth followed, tongue flicking, teeth grazing. I kept my rhythm steady, hips rolling in waves, until his fingers found my clit and rubbed tight circles. He thrust up hard, bucking beneath me.
My head fell back, spine arching as I let myself feel all of him. Gulping down his scent, I gripped his chest and rode his cock like it was both our last and first night.
His hands carved into my hips, grabbing onto me like he was never letting go. This raw, desperate thing between us had always simmered just beneath the surface. Now, it was ablaze, ready to consume us.
Heat coiled low in my belly, tightening, spinning faster. I needed more. Needed to shatter.
I shifted my leg up and around. His hands hovered, steadying but never stopping his thrusts. I pivoted until my ass faced him, feet planted under his thighs. I felt every muscle flex as he drove up into me. One hand gripped my hip, fingers digging crescents into skin. The other wrapped itself in my hair, tugging my head back as he pounded up like something had been unleashed.
"That's what you want, my mate? You want to be fucked dirty? You want to be so blissed out you can't walk?"
"Yes." The word came out breathless, broken by each snap of his hips. "More. Yes. All."
A growl tore from his throat, feral, possessive. In the blink of an eye, he picked me up and slammed me face-down into the bed. His palm cracked against my ass. The pain had my eyes crossing before he drove into me so hard white spots burst across my vision.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Relentless. Demanding. All-consuming. His hips slammed into me over and over. The slapping of our skin echoing against the walls. I kept wanting to hear the addictive sound louder, faster, harder.
His forehead pressed to the back of my neck, shaky lips trailing kisses across my shoulders as he fucked me exactly how I craved.
My toes curled against the sheets while that coil in my abdomen wound tighter, tighter. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and I broke. "Fuck! I'm coming, Nick!"
He kept thrusting through every aftershock, every tremor. Relentlessly. Then he turned me onto my back, dragged my body to the edge of the bed, and re-entered me slowly and deliberately. A hand drifted between my breasts, fingers trailing up the valley.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” His voice dropped, rough and low. Fingers curved around my throat, not tight, just there, possessive. “It feels like I’ve wanted you my entire life and neverrealized it.” A thumb traced my pulse, making it leap. “I didn’t know then… but I do now.”
He bent down and sealed those words with a hot, wet kiss, something that consumed me entirely. His tongue swept into my mouth, and his thrusts grew erratic, more forceful.
His lips never left mine, but his body became rougher, more demanding. His grip was bruising, but I arched into it, wanting every mark as proof of this hunger.
