“You’d just think I was a monster.” He licked my throat in response and moved down to my breasts. He bent over a nipple and sucked it greedily, working it painfully between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue again.
“No. I wouldn’t think that,” I answered with some difficulty, feeling his guttural groan against my ear. My hands continued to roam over his body. I worshipped all of him: those broad shoulders, that strong back, his slim hips, and butt like marble.
He was a peerless Adonis. A sex machine.
A mass of muscle and sin.
And I did love to sin. With him.
Neil was flawed and unmanageable.
But in that moment, he was also mine.
I touched his soul with my words and whispered all my thoughts into his ear as I waited for him to come.
I was waiting for this savage coupling to end so I could cuddle close to him and hold him. But Neil still seemed to be far from the finish line. He kept drilling into me, more wound up than ever. I, on the other hand, had stopped feeling my body rebounding like a spring with each impact. Instead, I felt like I had liquefied into the mattress—melted and run like wax when the fire gets too close. My hair was a mess, my cheeks were burning, my legs ached, and my body had been beaten to a pulp by the multiple orgasms he’d given me.
“I don’t know if…” he managed between gasps, and I lifted my head up to kiss his collarbone with the last of the strength I possessed. Neil looked at me, aroused, ecstatic, and lost.
His nose grazed mine, a drop of sweat dribbling down from his forehead onto my cheek while his lips hovered just over mine, suspended in the midst of our labored breathing. For just a moment, he ceased his assault, but then he picked it back up again, fast and frenzied, punching into me with rapid, deep strokes.
“You’ll do it; keep going,” I said, my worn-out voice almost inaudible. I put my hands on his hips in an attempt to moderate his thrusts.
But Neil was in the race to orgasm now.
He bolted like a spooked horse, unable to stop himself. I wavered between moments of intense pleasure and moments of true fear that he was going to hurt me, albeit unintentionally. And even though this way of taking me and claiming me was patently insane, I only continued to get more aroused.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight…” he noted in a rough, sensual tone. Involuntarily, I contracted all my pelvic muscles to increase the friction between us as Neil moved unstoppably inside me.
“Almost there…” he growled, his breathing labored as he rested his forehead against mine. I let myself get lost in his lush, shining lips; his sweaty face was twisted in pleasure. A pleasure that I felt sure only I could give him. I didn’t say that to him, though, and just enjoyed the guttural, masculine sounds of his moans as I gave him all of me, just like he’d asked. I stared into his eyes and tried to hold out against his power, his lusty body crashing vigorously into me, his stamina seemingly inexhaustible. Then, finally, after what felt like an endless number of powerful thrusts, I felt him go stiff and motionless inside me. He squeezed the sheets in his fists and his biceps twitched. The lines of the Maori-style tattoo there seemed to move around his gleaming, sweaty arm. The bed stopped squealing. I stopped breathing. My heartbeat slowed as his honey-colored eyes looked into mine and stayed there. He was coming out of his bubble—coming to me. Neil watched me, his eyes heavy-lidded for a moment before collapsing on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Involuntary muscle contractions swept over his body, and I stroked his hair as I went along with him through that unstoppable rush that ended in a veritable explosion of pleasure. The long-awaited orgasm had arrived, and it was so intense and went on for so long that Neil shook as he marked me, not just inside my body but also in my soul.
I rubbed his back, feeling his stiff muscles under my fingertips. He gave himself over to ecstasy with a deep sigh and then lay motionless on top of me. His breathing was uneven, and I could feel his heart beating way toofast in his chest. Meanwhile, I was feeling sorer than I ever had before, so I relaxed my legs, and Neil immediately looked up at me. He looked at me with flames of desire still burning in his eyes. Then, all at once, he rose up off me, making me feel suddenly cold. He lay down on his back beside me and stared up at the ceiling wordlessly. His amber skin was dewy, and his muscles were still tensed up. I realized he had to be just as exhausted as I was because what we had just done had not been sex.
It had been heart-pounding.
Pure adrenaline.
In those moments of pleasure, Neil had been able to destroy the enchanted palace.
And he had built instead an enchanting madness all around us.
I watched as he looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
“Well, good thing I’m already at home because I don’t think I can walk anymore.” I broke the silence with a wry comment. Neil didn’t say anything for a long moment while my eyes moved from the edges of his profile to his lips, now a darker pink. He was so undone in the afterglow that it somehow made him look even more wildly beautiful.
“Are you okay?” he asked, not looking at me. But his voice sounded confused and annoyed.
“All things considered, yeah,” I answered, pulling the sheet up to cover me. My head was still spinning, and my sex was swollen both from arousal and from the constant impacts. My lower stomach was also sore from absorbing his thrusts, and my skin burned in the places where he’d kissed, bitten, and touched me. It had never before been so intense between us.
Neil heaved a sigh and sat up in the bed, passing a hand through his wild hair. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but he looked nervous and tense. Was he getting ready to run again?
Where would he go with his wings torn away?
With his face all filthy from ash?
With the past still painted on his body in blood?
“I have to…” He got out of the bed, exposing his toned ass for me as he bent over to grab his boxers. He pulled them on quickly, and I tracked his every motion in silence, stunned and frozen.
