“What do I know?” he repeated the question over my lips, grabbing my leg with one hand and wrapping it around his waist.
I did the same with the other one, and his lips curled into a smirk as he pulled back enough to look me in the eye.
My mind buzzed with desire. His tattoos still looked to be swirling on his body, but as I reached out and ran my finger down his stomach, all I felt was smooth skin. “What?”
“You were going to argue with me. You were going to disagree with me about your strength, and do you know what that does to me?” There was a hint of danger behind his dark gray eyes and a clear challenge as well.
“What does it do?” Tightening my legs around him, I pulled him deeper, and he bit down on his lip, the piercing making a tiny cling with his teeth.
He screwed his eyes shut with a hiss as I wiggled, my body crying with the need for him to move. “It makes me want to punish you.”
My breath caught, and I swallowed it down. “Do it.”
When he opened his eyes, they flashed silver. “You’re ready to know what pain feels like combined with pleasure?” I nodded, but he shook his head. “I need to hear you say it. Use your words.”
A heavy passion settled over my being. I’d wondered for so long what it would feel like with him if he were to use pain on me. He’d teased it for so long, I’d built up an excitement for it. I wanted to try, but what if I didn’t like it? What if it just hurt?
My heart pounded against my chest. Damien would never let me hurt. He was always about my pleasure. Besides, I wanted to feel the pain that he got so excited about.
“Punish me, Damien.”
“That sounded so hot coming from your pretty lips,” he rasped.
His icy shadows burst forth, sliding over me mercilessly as they peppered my skin with small needle pricks of pain. I sucked in a gasp, and he rocked his hips back and forth against mine.
Pleasure drove into my core as small shoots of pain shot through my skin, embedding themselves into my muscles.
It happened in sync. I couldn’t form the words to explain how it felt. It was like being hit with lightning while having magical energy brimming with fullness, as if I were the one who fed off pain.
“So good, little bird. You’re doing so good,” he moaned, and if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
Damien moaning praises while he was inside me was a high I’d chase the rest of my life.
Small whimpers turned to loud moans as his shadows found my nipples. They pulled, pressed, and nicked at them, shocking my body as pleasure and pain mixed.
My mind flooded with every touch, and I couldn’t form a single thought other than Damien.
He kept his weight off me with one hand, holding himself up beside my head, but the other one slid down my stomach. His shadows parted for his hand, not stopping their brutal affection of my breasts, and it was warmer than his shadows.
His thumb found my sensitive nub, and he pressed firmly, and as if he’d hit a button, my body responded. I lubricated him more as he pumped into me and started rubbing against the sensitive spot inside me. The sound of my wetness hit my ears.
“Fuck.” He groaned, tilting his head back without stopping his brutal rhythm. “So wet for me, little bird. So ready to take my cock with pain.”
“Damien!” The blast of wild pleasure tore through my body, and my shadow freed itself from my chest, embedding itself into Damien’s shoulder again.
Blood gushed from the wound as my shadow pulled out and shoved itself back in before seeping back into the mark, leaving the blood it took from him on my skin.
“I’m sorry!” I cried out, the orgasm still possessing my body.
He shuddered before letting out a passion-filled moan that I felt all the way down to my toes. “Fucking hell. I love you.”
Warm blood continued to drop onto my chest and stomach from his wound, and his eyes dragged over it to where we were joined with a primal glint. His shadows pulled from my body in a slow, pricking wave.
“I love you.” I sucked in a breath, and the door burst open as Rowan stepped in with Thorn behind him. My head lolled to the side with a satisfied smile. “And I love you guys, too.”
Thorn’s gaze widened a fraction, and he zeroed in on Damien’s blood dripping on me.
Rowan let out a low growl, narrowing his eyes at Damien. “I felt the pain through the bond. You need rules.”
