“I would never.” He let a second finger join the first. Let them slide slowly in until he couldn’t go any farther. He crooked his fingers, satisfaction streaking through his chest when Calya’s inner walls gripped him, her inhale sounding more like a long hiss.
She was already so close. So primed for him.
So mistaken, if she thought giving Nocren free rein would mean a nice, quick release and then some passionate lovemaking.
Impassioned, yes. As for the rest, that was where the similarities ended.
“But tonight, Calya, love,” Nocren rumbled, “I will make you beg for it.”
Her questioning sound turned into a yelp as he withdrew abruptly and gathered Calya into his arms. Ignoring the bathwater cascading down, he carried her to the bed and tossed her onto it.
He ditched the rest of his clothes in record time as she perched on the edge of the bed. She leaned over to drag the nightstand’s top drawer open. Gods all bless his woman for always being prepared. No sooner had Calya finished swallowing a contraceptive potion than Nocren had spun her around and bent her over the bed.
Fingers slick with lubricant, his fingers penetrated her without any further warning. No hesitation or leisurely strokes. Nocren set an immediate, rapid pace. One might even have called it punishing.
But not Calya. She gasped, her thighs twitching closed by reflex as her pussy clenched. When she started to rise, he leaned forward, his fist wrapping around her hair to keep her head still. Down. She growled at him, shaking her head to test his grip.
He could have sworn that she clenched even harder when his hand tightened in her hair. Or maybe it was caused by the slight angle of his wrist so his thumb could join the assault on her most sensitive parts.
Caged between him and the edge of the bed, Calya could only shift restlessly from foot to foot. Hoarse gasps mingled with short, stifled cries as Nocren’s thrusting fingers ratcheted up the tension in her.
“You spoke of being earned once, do you remember?” he asked, the hand in her hair not letting Calya bury her face in the mattress. “But you don’t want that. You want to be taken, don’t you, sweetheart? Taken by me. No one else.”
Her legs shook as she came. She trembled in his grip, her desire dripping down his hand as he gave her a final stroke.
She moaned when he pulled his fingers out. It was a plaintive, low sound. One that went abruptly high and indignant when he gave her pussy a slap. And then it became a cry as he replaced his fingers with his cock.
Nocren released her head so he could grip her by the waist. Better leverage. Better for him to watch his cock as it disappeared into her beckoning heat. He allowed himself a few long, measured thrusts, reveling in the way Calya grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. She cried out, her legs shaking. Her inner walls fluttered weakly around him, already swollen from the vigorous finger fuck he’d given her. His skin still glistened with the evidence of her enjoyment.
She turned her face to the side, enough so he could glimpse one of her eyes. Catch the slight curl of her smile, the dare in her arched brow as she met his next thrust and squeezed when he was buried balls deep.
Nocren picked up his pace.
There were many things he loved about Calya, and when not in the throes of lust, he could name several at the top that didn’t have to do with her body. But here and now, the sound of her cries filling the air, the sight of her body jerking with every impact as he bucked into her, the twitching of her shoulders and jiggle of her perfect ass, all of it took over. He could hardly think beyond the smugness that came with each plap-plap-plap as his balls slapped against her pussy. That he was fucking her hard enough to hear it, and she strained for more even though she had to be feeling tender so soon after coming.
He thanked the wind for pushing him toward her. This fierce woman who never wanted him to be gentle. Never wanted him to be nice. Let go of herself enough to have that with him and trust that he would know how to take care of her.
He did. Already had her back arching, her heels lifting as she tried to fit as much of his cock as she could.
It gave him a feral pleasure to have her wanting him so. To see her take his rough handling and want more. To take her wrists in each hand, pull her arms behind her back, and use them to hold her in place as his hips pumped against her.
Nocren was wound as tight as she was, balancing on the edge. He wanted to feel her come apart all over him, have the rapid pulsing of her core jerk him into oblivion. But not yet. Not like this. He wanted more. Of her, and of the submission she’d teased him with all those months ago.
Tonight, he’d prove that she was already his.
His hips snapped flush with her, kept him buried as he released her arms and leaned over her back to take her chin in his hand. A possessive joy rolled through him when her lips sought his. They parted so easily for him, a whimper muffled by his tongue as it swept into her mouth. He swallowed down her moan as his free hand reached to find her clit. His thrusts were shorter now, but no less deep. No less forceful, even as his weight made her feet slip against the slick wooden floor.
He rolled her clit between his fingers. Timed his next thrust in with a light pinch. Calya shuddered beneath him, her climax so close it was all but a physical thing held in his hand.
“Do you want to come?” he rasped out.
She nodded. Another whimper escaped when he squeezed her sensitive nub again.
“I can’t hear you.”
A frustrated whine came from the back of her throat. Then, softly, “Please.” She swallowed hard. “Please, I’m so close.”
He pressed his lips to her temple. “My name, Calya. Say it.”
