I act quickly, guiding his fingers between my legs and dipping his fingers beneath my panties, giving him the shove he needs to feel how wet I am for him.
Niklaus growls, the noise reverberating deep in his chest. I buckle forward at the sound, something inside of me purring and at his mercy. His last thought of caution and restraint clearly snaps as he racks me against the bars, curling his fingers inside me. The act is less methodical and more feral, acting purely on carnal instinct.
Sliding his two fingers in and out has me gasping, then grappling at his flexed muscles along his upper back. And he dips his face into my neck, continuing to breathe in my scent like a wild beast.
“Do you need to be inside me?” I rasp against his ear, delirious from the feeling of his hard cock grazing my side through his pants.
Niklaus’s groan is gravelly and ferocious. And I immediatelyhelp him unbuckle, taking his pulsing shaft in the palm of my hand. His hands seize the bars behind my head, completely at my mercy as I stroke his warm length.
He is a rabid creature, breathing erratically and grimacing down at me.
After another moment of exploring his visceral reactions to me touching him, Niklaus rips off my panties and hoists my legs around his hips. My moan turns into a howl as the head of his cock pushes into my entrance, testing how much of his girth will ease into me.
“I don’t want you to be gentle with me,” I tell him, arching my back to give him a better angle. To open me up for him. “I want to feel everything you need to get out from these last ten years.”
Niklaus hesitates with only his tip being soaked by my arousal.
“Do whatever you want with me,” I offer sensually, undulating another half inch on his cock. “I am all yours. Make love to me as hard as you need, baby.”
I have unleashed a monster, starved and filled to the brim with uncontrollable aggression. The raw, predatory energy seething off him is only making me more wet, more willing, and surrendering all control to him.
He doesn’t ease into me. Niklaus slams me against the bars and sinking into the hilt. In and out, slow but rough, jolting me upright, and causing my breasts to bounce against his collarbone in the process.
My head falls back, and my yelps can be heard from all corners of this underground prison. It will ensure sentinels and guardians break out in search of us. But none of that matters right now. He fucks me with a war on his shoulders and years of torture sinking into his every thought.
“I love you. God, I love you so much, Niklaus!”
I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I will never leave you again.
His ravaging growls and grunts liquify my spine and induce a gnawing, flesh-starved version of myself that grinds against him, matching his violent rhythm, sawing in and out.
It’s minutes or hours of Niklaus taking me to the stone floor, hooking his hands around my ankles, and bending my legs back until the tops of my thighs are parallel to the cold ground. I am relaxed putty under his weight. A contortionist with my legs behind my head for him to twist and fuck without complaint.
The rocking of his hips and head resting against mine pulses into my clit. And I translate a look he gives me. One that urges me to understand what he needs. ‘Say it again.’
“I love you,” I whisper against the metal plate.
His eyes roll back into his head, and we fall into an incapacitating orgasm together. It burns into my legs and up my spine.
Niklaus bears no concern for coming inside me.
He pulses his pelvis against my throbbing center, filling me up without a second thought.
Slowly, Niklaus releases the backs of my knees, and my legs return to their extended position, numb and trembling.
The tension in the air does not subside after he sits up to look down at me. The backs of his fingers glide along the inside of my thigh. Lost in thought. Unable to break physical contact with me, maybe out of fear that I’ll evaporate into the Nightlung again.
“I can get us out of here,” I say hoarsely.
Cornflower blue irises flash up to my gaze.
“I met my father as a teenager. One of his alters figured out how I can control the time-traveling. I’m still learning, obviously, but I was able to return. Here.”
He is as still as death.
I swallow. “I can bring you home.”
Chest moves up and down in long, noticeable drags.
