When the tremors finally subside, I'm gasping, shivering, my skin slicked with sweat. He slows his pace, letting me catch my breath, pressing soft kisses to my ankle where it rests on his shoulder.
“You okay?” he asks, and there's a smug satisfaction in his voice that should annoy me but only makes me want more.
“So good," I manage, voice wrecked. “But I want... I need..."
I trail off, suddenly shy despite everything we've done. But the hunger in his eyes emboldens me.
“Tell me,” he says, voice low and commanding. “Tell me what you need, Sparrow.”
I swallow hard, cheeks flushing. "I want you from behind. And I want you to pull my hair while you fuck me."
His pupils dilate, something dark and hungry flashing across his features. "Christ, Riley."
He pulls out slowly, and I whimper at the loss. But then his hands are on my hips, flipping me over with an ease that reminds me just how strong he is. I end up on my hands and knees, trembling with anticipation, and his palm smooths down my spine like he's gentling a wild thing.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, and I feel his lips press against the small of my back. “You sure about this?”
“Yes.” The word comes out breathy, desperate. “Please, Breaker. I need it. I need you.”
He positions himself behind me, the blunt head of him pressing against my entrance, and then he's pushing in again, filling me completely in one smooth stroke. The angle is different like this — deeper, more intense — and I cry out as he bottoms out, my fingers fisting in the sheets.
“Fuck,” he groans, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You feel even better like this.”
Then his hand tangles in my hair, gathering the strands, and he pulls.
The sharp sting sends electricity sparking down my spine, mixing with the pleasure until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. My head tips back, throat exposed, and a moan tears from my lips that sounds nothing like me.
“That's it,” he growls and thrusts.
He fucks me hard. Harder than before. Each thrust drives the breath from my lungs, makes me see stars, sends pleasure ricocheting through every nerve ending I possess. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by my screams and his grunts and the rhythmic slam of the headboard against the wall.
“Yes,” I gasp, the word barely recognizable. “Yes, yes, yes —”
He pulls my hair harder, and I arch into it, into him, into the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain that's rewiring my brain. I can feel another orgasm building, impossibly fast, coiling at the base of my spine like a spring wound too tight.
“You're mine," he growls, and the possessiveness in his voice pushes me closer to the edge. "Say it."
“Yours,” I moan. “I'm yours, Breaker. Only yours.”
He groans, his rhythm becoming erratic, and I know he's close too. The knowledge that I can do this to him — reduce this powerful, dangerous man to desperate, primal need — sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through me.
“Come with me,” he commands, voice ragged. “I want to feel you come on my cock while I fill you up.”
The words shatter me.
The orgasm hits like a supernova, whiting out my vision, stealing my breath, making every muscle in my body clench and release in waves of devastating pleasure. I scream — his name, maybe, or just raw sound — and I feel him follow me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep and pulses inside me, hot and claiming and perfect.
We stay frozen like that for an endless moment, both of us trembling, both of us wrecked. Then his grip on my hair loosens, and his hand smooths down my spine with a tenderness that makes my throat tight.
“Riley,” he breathes, and my name on his lips sounds like a prayer.
He pulls out slowly, carefully, and I collapse onto the mattress, boneless and spent. He follows me down, gathering me into his arms and pulling me against his chest. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my cheek, wild and erratic, matching my own.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. We just breathe together, tangled up in each other, sweat cooling on our skin.His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I press closer, wanting to crawl inside his warmth and never leave.
“I love you," he whispers into my hair.
My heart swells so big it hurts. I tilt my head up, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.
