“Fuck,” he muttered against my mouth, clearly struggling to let me stay in control.
“You are testing my restraint, love.”
I broke the kiss and smiled wickedly up at him, teasingly trailing my hands up my body and letting the dressing gown slip down my shoulders.
He watched with rapt attention as my fingers dragged slowly over my aching breasts, mouth twisting in a snarl against the pain of his shadows attacking him.
“I respect you—remember that,” he warned, his voice so deep it rumbled through me. “Because what I am about to do will make it seem like I don’t.”
“Show me,” I breathed.
He groaned, a deep, devastated sound, and shoved me backwards onto the mattress. His body caged mine, held up only by the last thread of restraint he possessed. His lips trailed along my jaw, down my throat. His hand slid under the edge of my gown, fingers tracing the bare skin of my thigh. My hips tilted forward, eager for his touch.
His canines sank into my neck with two sharp stings. They disappeared instantly, replaced with the warmth of his mouth suckling against my skin. He pushed the silk dressing gown up my thighs, skimming a finger down my overheated flesh and I gasped.
“Already so fucking wet for me,” he murmured against my neck before breaking contact.
He gripped my hips and I gasped as he flipped me onto my stomach with force.
I had always hated being controlled, yet something wild and unhinged in me answered to his dominance and made desire drip down my thighs.
He lifted me up onto my knees, forcing my back to arch and my face to press into the mattress.
“That’s it, love, spread those legs for me.”
A warm sting bloomed across my ass cheek as his hand struck bare skin. My lower stomach fluttered, need spiking sharp enough to tear a cry from my throat.
The bed shifted as he moved and the sound of his pants thudding against the carpet made my stomach flutter with anticipation. But I kept my head shoved against the mattress obediently.
His fingers pushed into me while his other hand gripped my ass.
“Commander!” I yelled into the blankets as pain melted into pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you,” he rasped in a voice like gravel. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.”
His fingers disappeared and his hard, pulsing cock pressed against my entrance. I moved forwards and he growled, gripping my hips to hold me in place.
“Grip the bedsheets, love.”
He rolled his hips forwards, plunging his cock inside me and stretching me open. My fingers fisted the bedsheets, knuckles whitening as I tried to adjust around him. He was too big like this. I couldn’t?—
“You can take it,” he encouraged when I gasped and tried to squirm away. He leant over me and fisted my hair, slowly pushing into me to the hilt?—
A sharp knock split the air. I froze, but the Commander didn’t stop moving in and out of me. Another knock, louder and more impatient.
“Commander,” Solas called through the door. “The Mortal king demands an audience.”
Dread swept through me, my panic threatening to creep up my throat and strangle me.
The Commander ignored it, ignored Solas, splaying hishand against my lower back to deepen the arch. When he thrust, he hit something so deep inside me I cried out in pleasure. Heat bloomed against my face, bright with embarrassment.
“Let him wait,” the Commander growled loudly as he made my eyes roll back into my head with pleasure.
“And when he asks why?” Riven drawled through the door, something dark undercutting his usually amused tone.
The Commander snarled, like an animal. I couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped me, even as heat flushed across my skin. He thrust into me with force, making me cry out again. I twisted to glare up at him, but his dark smirk made my insides turn to liquid.
“Then tell him I’m fucking his daughter,” the Commander yelled through the door.
