A sound breaks from my throat as he presses, slowly, easing into me a little at a time.
My body clenches around him. My fingers slip before they find the rhythm again. Small circles, steady pressure. I’m so close!
He presses again, deeper this time. And finally he begins moving in and out. His other fingers plunge deeper and deeper.
Everything in me tightens at all once. I gasp. Everything is moving faster now. My hips jerk. My thighs shake. It hits.
The sound that leaves me is raw. I squeeze around both his fingers. Everything breaks open. My release tears through me and all I can do is hold on and ride it out.
My breath hasn’t returned yet. My hand is still moving in slow, lazy circles because I can’t stop. I’m shaking but every nerve is on fire. I don’t want to stop.
“Look at you,” he says.
His hands find my hips and the sound that leaves me is almost a plea. He pulls me up just enough to fit against me. He only gives me one breath, then he pushes in.
He doesn’t hold back. His pace is sharp, driving over and over like he broke. I don’t brace for it. I go with him. I know this. I want this.
He drives into me again and again. I don’t want him to slow. I don’t want him to stop. His breath hits the back of my neck. It’s a sound so low, so wrecked it runs straight down my spine.
Then he stops holding back. I can’t think, only feel. Heat. Pressure. The grip of his hands. I grab the chains, grab for anything that will keep me here. I just hold on.
His mouth is against my shoulder. The sounds he makes draw something raw out of me. I push back into him. He drives into me again and again. Each thrust is deep and wet and I can feel him everywhere.
“Zarreth!” My voice breaks on his name. My body spasms. The tension snaps through me. My legs shake. Everything inside me tightens and then spills loose. I ride it. Let it take me.
He follows right after me. A raw sound rips loose when he buries himself deep, holding me in place while he comes.
I collapse, face to the ground. His weight settles on top of me. Warm and heavy.
Our bodies stay tangled on the floor. No words. Only breath.
My muscles loosen one at a time. He eventually sits up, unbuckling the cuffs and pulling me onto his lap. The metal has left my wrists raw and red, and I love it.
He lifts my hands and gently presses his mouth to my bruised skin. His fingers rub against mine, bringing blood back to them.
I lean into him and sigh, letting my head rest against his chest.
“Jess is going to kill you,” I murmur.
He chuckles against my temple. “I’ll buy her a new one.”
His fingers lazily trace my hips. “You know I’m never letting you forget that you called me ‘sir,’ right?”
My cheeks heat. I cover my face with both hands. “I figured.”
His laugh rumbles in his chest. He tightens his arms around me, his wings closing around us.
I breathe, and it doesn’t hurt.
CHAPTER 7
Zarreth
Guilt pricks at me. Shit, I caused that scrape across her stomach. I didn’t expect things to get so out of control. Hell, I didn’t expect anything that happened tonight, but I’m glad it did. Frankie seems much lighter now after finally letting go. I know it wasn’t easy to face Cronus, and I wasn’t easy on her either. “I’m sorry if I was too rough with you.”
She looks at me over her shoulder. “You weren’t.” She peers down at the bruises starting to form around her wrists. “I mean, it was pretty rough, but I liked it.” Pressing back into my chest, she begins tracing her fingers over my knee. “I felt…I don’t know…safe.”
That word hits me right in the center of my chest. Shefinally, finally feels safe. “I’ve got you,” I murmur into her hair. “Every time.”
