He wanted what he’d always wanted — to ravish, to destroy her for anyone else, to know the tight clasp of her cunt as he forced one orgasm after another — but he also felt no rush. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his life, but that ceaseless desire transformed his cravings into something slower, more dangerous.
Rather than feeling out of control and like he might fly into a frenzy, he found his heart rate slowing and his patience increasing.
Kaz wanted to ravish her, yes. He wanted to take his pleasure and watch her shatter again and again.
But he also wanted to explore her, tofeelher, to give her everything she’d ever craved. Slow or fast, hard or soft. It didn’t matter to him. He simply wanted to give hereverything.
He’d fought for so long to maintain control, but in losing it, Kaz suddenly felt more in command of himself than he ever had before. It wasn’t the rewriting of his personality that he’d long feared, but the unlocking of a part of himself that was chained in darkness, starving for the woman who lay so trustingly beneath him.
She trusted him to take care of her. He’d never stop rewarding her for that trust as long as they lived.
Gently pulling her hand off of him, Kaz brought it to his lips for a reverent kiss to the center of the circle tattooed on her inner wrist. Speaking against her skin, he asked, “What do you want, princess?”
Her breath hitched. “I want you inside of me,” she answered, brushing her fingertips over his cheekbone. “I want to feel howyoufeel when you’re buried in me, Kaz.”
“Lay back.”
Atria didn’t hesitate. She relaxed back into their ridiculous makeshift nest like it was a bed of silk and roses. Her hands came up to grasp the top of the reclined seats, giving her some leverage as she opened her legs wider, welcoming him home.
He couldn’t be bothered to attempt the contortion it would take to get his jeans and briefs off in the confines of the car, so he settled for shoving them down around his thighs. Atria watched him from under lowered lids, her eyes tracking every shift in muscle and the way his sac moved as it was freed from his underwear.
It should have felt a little silly, or at least awkward, seeing as he was stooped over and she was holding onto the seats of a stolen SUV, but it didn’t.
Nothing felt strange or uncomfortable. He knew in his bones that this was right, thatshewas right. The setting didn’t matter. The timing didn’t, either. She was with him and that meant everything was exactly as it should be.
She squirmed a little when he slowly dragged the pierced underside of his cock through her arousal, prolonging the moment as much as he could. “Kaz…”
“Shh, princess,” he hushed. “Let me take care of you.”
A gusty breath burst from between her lips, but she didn’t argue. Pride swelled again when she bit her lip and nodded.
Little shocks of pleasure snapped up and down his spine as he used the warm metal to gently build her back up again. Atria groaned, fingers tightening in the synthetic leather of the seats, and rolled her hips to meet him.
When the muscles of her inner thighs began to twitch, Atria started to babble. “Please, Kaz—Oh.Kaz. Please. I’m…Ah.Kaz,please!”
It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard — and completely unnecessary. He knew what she needed and he had every intention of giving it to her.
Panting, Kaz notched the head of his cock at the opening of her cunt. “You don’t need to beg me, princess,” he crooned, dipping into the deep, orcish cadence that he’d always gone out of his way to avoid. “I’m here. I’m going to give you everything you need and more. There, see?”
He began to push in. The sleek tip glided inside easily, but the flared crown posed more of a challenge. When he felt his piercing popover the tight ring of muscle, both of them let out a small shout.
Atria’s back arched in an elegant bow as Kaz fell forward. He braced himself on one hand. With his other, he lifted her right thigh against his chest until her sleek calf was slung over his shoulder. The position nearly bent her in half.
Sweat dewed across his chest and the back of his neck as he tested the resistance with a small thrust.“Fuck,”he hissed through clenched fangs. “So fucking tight. Atria—”
“Put it in me, Kaz,” she demanded, voice strained. “I want to feel you down to my toes.Breakme.”
His hips moved without his permission. One hard thrust saw the thickest part of his shaft forced past her body’s resistance. One more saw him seated so deep inside her, he thought he could feel her damn heartbeat.
Atria trembled all around him, her mouth opened in a silent scream as she struggled to adjust to the intrusion.
Help her,instincts snarled.Make it pleasure, not pain.
Kaz tried to shove off the increasing pressure, the blinding pleasure that threatened to remake him. Bending his spine to make up for their height difference, he sought out her slack lips.
He kissed her deeply, coaxing her out of her haze of pain-pleasure with his tongue and teeth and tiny, sucking kisses to her lower lip. When she began to respond to him again, he snuck his left hand between them to run his thumb over one beaded nipple. He circled it gently for a moment before he gave it a sharp pinch — timing it with a restrained bite.
Atria gasped, her muscles rippling around his cock, and dared to give him a nip in return.
