A growl emerges from behind me, and a light triumph fills me. I do it again.
He pulls out and pounds back inside me. Once and again ... then stops.
On all that’s holy. He’s not human.
It has been at least seven years for him, and he’s ruling his body. And mine. I could never do that. I clench again, trying to get him moving. The need inside me has stolen my breath, and I ache in a way that can’t be healthy. “Alexei.”
He leans over again, licking the slight wound he left on my skin. “What is this, Rosalie?” he rasps, his warm breath heating my ear.
I shiver. No. Nope, Not playing that game. Nope. I clench again. I can’t let him win this one. It’s too important, even though I barely understand the parameters. It isn’t a game. Gut instinct tells me that. If I can just get him moving, he’ll be swept away as fast as me. I know it. I move forward and then slam back against him.
His sharp intake of breath gives me hope.
Then he grabs my hair and yanks back, forcing my head up and my back to bow.
I can’t move an inch. Not at all. From this angle, I feel him even deeper inside me. His grip unrelenting, he reaches around me with his free hand and palms my breast before pinching my nipple.
Hard.
I gasp, my thighs dampening. No. Not me. I’m not a girl who likes pain.
He reaches over and palms the other breast. I suck in air, holding it. He chuckles and the sound is dark. Then he pinches, twisting viciously.
I cry out and then quickly bite my lip. All I need is for somebody to hear me and come looking. Burning fire flashes from my breasts to my pussy. Nothing matters except how I feel right now. What I have to have. There is nothing else. Need has turned to a desperate craving. I don’t know myself right now. That hurt ... and I liked it. At least my body did. “Alexei,” I whisper jaggedly.
His free hand descends onto my ass. Hard.
I gasp.
Once and again. The erotic pain digs deep beneath my skin to where he pulses inside me. “Not going to ask again.”
“Claiming,” I blurt out. “It’s a claiming.”
“Good girl.” The praise fills something inside me that’ll embarrass me later. Right now, there’s nothing but him. Still holding my hair, he grips my hip and pulls out before powering back inside me.
Then he lets loose. Finally.
His savage thrusts rock the bed even as he holds me in place. Right where he wants me. I want to lower my chin and bury my face in the comforter, but he keeps me at that vicious angle. Head up, back arched, butt in the air. He pounds against me, hard and wild, and I start to climb again. A stirring begins inside me, sparking into a live wire that uncoils deep and then explodes. I shut my eyes and bite my lip to keep from screaming as my body gyrates with a wild orgasm that sucks every ounce of energy I have away. Sobbing, I come down, trying to breathe, my lungs shrieking for air.
He doesn’t even slow.
The sound of flesh slamming forcefully against flesh fills the room. I mumble something but am not sure what.
In response, he releases my hair, grasps my nape, and pushes me down. I turn my head at the last second on the bed so I can breathe, held down and held open by him.
He’s relentless.
I soften, unable to do anything else. I’m spent, and he’s still rock hard, drilling into me. A spark ignites where we meet. No way. I blink. Three times in one night is a record. His hold tightens on my neck.
Then his free fingers find my clit.
I try to shake my head, but he has me captured. “No, Alexei,” I whisper brokenly. “I can’t. Really.” I’m swollen and sore. Three times is a miracle for me. I usually don’t make it to one. “Stop.”
For answer, he pinches my clit.
I suck in air, too startled to scream. The pain is unreal. His finger wipes along my wet thigh, and then he’s gently rubbing my abused clit. My body starts to move in rhythm with his finger. “No. I can’t,” I whisper brokenly. “Please.” Now I’m begging.
He ignores me. Flicks me lightly. I shudder, opening even wider for him.
