In one smooth movement, I pulled her upright and maneuvered her until she straddled me. I wanted to see her pupils drown in pleasure when my cock split her open.
I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The feel of her small body locked in my hold sent a possessive thrill down my spine. She sucked in a sharp breath when my hand gripped the back of her thigh hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin.
While keeping her captive against me, I stood and walked over to the oversized birdcage. Her hands flew up to clutch my shoulders for balance, legs anchoring around my waist.
Instead of taking her back inside her prison, I pressed her back against the cool metal of the exterior bars.
“I’m going to pump you so full of me that you might actually learn what the damage you inflict on the heartbroken feels like.” Surging forward, I captured her mouth with mine, nipping at her bottom lip with an aggressive need to hear those pretty little noises she made.
The kiss was far from gentle. My tongue invaded her mouth like a warrior seeking conquest over every part of her body. Pinning her between the cage and my body, she had no other choice but to surrender to the way my lips dominated hers.
Fuck, she tasted like candy. Not the overly sweet kind, but more like salted caramel. It became my newest addiction, warm toasted sugar and dried tears of a heart that felt too deeply for its own good.
And, damn, if she didn’t submit to me.
Taking advantage of the position we were in, I grabbed the front of her lingerie and tore it down the middle in one brutal yank. Even the most durable of fabrics wouldn’t have stood a chance against my need to see her exposed to me.
The squeak of surprise she made got swallowed down by my mouth, refusing to come up for air yet.
A distant part of me registered how her hands tuggedat my shirt at the open collar. It was a frantic attempt to return the favor of exposure.
Breaking the kiss, I refused to pull away fully. I dragged my mouth down over her chin, finding new places to taste.
“Off,” she said through a gasp for air and another pull at my shirt.
I chuckled against the sensitive skin of her throat. “That eager to scream for me?”
Good, because I was eager to hear it.
After toeing off my shoes, I kicked them aside. One snap of my fingers and every article of clothing on my body unraveled at its seams. Threads loosened, scraps of fabric fluttered, and the floor ended up looking like the workspace of a seriously disastrous tailor.
I took it upon myself to do the honors of removing the last remnants of lace that still clung to her body. My eyes drowned in the sight of her, the body of a goddess that invoked desire powerful enough to make even Boreas run hot. The bastard would redefine global warming if his icy existence melted.
My hands traced up her sides, and my thumbs skimmed over her breasts, causing her to suck in a trembling breath. I guided her arms up, pressing her hands against one of the cage’s braces just above her head.
“Hold on tight,” I smirked, watching as she obeyed.
Adjusting her legs so they were draped over my arms, I reveled in the sight of her spread wide for me. The fucking sight of her wet cunt caused my cock to twitch inexcitement, and another bead of precum dripped over its swollen head.
Charlee’s eyes met mine, her chest heaving with excited breaths. “Show me who you are, Eryx.”
I squeezed her waist in warning for using my name, saying it like she didn’t see the jaded monster but the wrecked soul beneath. Should have corrected her. Didn’t.
Instead, I slammed my dick into her.
Her tight walls wrapped around my length, squeezing me tight. Groaning at the sensation, it stole my breath from my lungs. The sensuous cry she made stole the restraint from my heart, leaving nothing but raw and pulsing hunger.
“Fuck!” The curse came out as a primitive sound, devoid of all but carnal sensations that ripped through every fiber of my body.
Drawing my hips back, I left the swollen tip of my cock notched inside her entrance. Thrusting back into her with even more force, I rattled the bars of the cage.
Each piston of my hips fed a desire that felt ancient, beyond anything I could comprehend. All I knew was that I needed more of it, more of her.
“Ah! Gods, yes!” Her words were saturated in pleasure as I sank into her again and again.
Dipping my head down, I caught one of her bouncing tits in my mouth, teeth clamping down over the pebbled flesh, providing both pleasure with my tongue and pain with my teeth.
One of her hands fell from the brace, fingersthreading in my hair. The pull of her grasp made my scalp burn, only driving me yearning for more of her.
