He doesn't stop moving. My body spikes with pleasure so intense I instinctively tried to pull away. I crawl toward the edge of the bed. He catches my ankle easily and drags me back with a dark laugh.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Please—"
He drags me back down the length of the mattress, my breath punching out of me as my body slides helplessly beneath his grip.
Before I can answer, he yanks me flush against him and flips me onto my stomach in one smooth, brutal movement. My cheek presses into the sheets. His hand fists in my hair, guiding me up onto my knees. Heat floods low in my belly.
He spreads my thighs with his knee and settles behind me, large and unyielding.
"You don't get to run," he mutters. I hear the whisper of fabric, then feel his hands at my back, unlacing the faeriedress. He strips it away with impatient efficiency, baring me completely. His fingers trace the curve of my spine slowly. Goosebumps rise in their wake. The touch is almost gentle. Then his hand moves lower and squeezes my backside firmly.
I look back over my shoulder. "Svenn!"
I want to protest but the words die in my throat when I see his expression.
He claims me in one hard push. The first thrust steals the air from my lungs. My legs give out. His hands grip my hips and pull them back up. I'm on my knees now with my face pressed into the furs.
“Give in to me.”Another rough thrust. “Your body already knows what it wants. It wants me.”
Then he starts moving in earnest, pistoning in and out with single-minded focus. Finding a rhythm that has me clawing at the furs and gasping his name.
The heat builds again, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. He pulls nearly all the way out before thrusting back in. I didn't think I could take any more but my body responds anyway. My limbs tremble uncontrollably. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me until I'm shaking apart.
My chest falls to the mattress as every bone turns limp but Svenn hauls me back up by the elbow. He pulls me upright while still buried inside me. One arm bands across my chest, holdingme against him. The other hand grips my hip. He's still moving in shallow strokes.
I cryout and writhe against him, but he holds me steady, unyielding. This version of Svenn is indifferent to my sobs and tears.
"Doyou remember all those dreams we shared," he murmurs against my ear.
I do remember. The fevered dreams where the bond chased me through shadow and claimed me without restraint.
"I memorized every sound you made. Every expression. Every way you like to be touched. Like this." His hand slides between my legs and finds the bundle of nerves there.
I can't hold back the moan that escapes. His touch circles maddeningly light. It’s just enough to make me shake but not enough to give me what I need. The pressure builds and edges but never breaks. My vision blurs at the edges until all that exists is his touch and the ache he won't satisfy.
"I want..." I'm breathless. I can't form proper sentences. I need release.
"I toldyou I'm not Svenn," he chides. "I don't accept requests."
"Please, I need..." I beg.
"Since you asked so politely." He kisses my neck. “I’ll grant your wish this time.”
The gesture is almost like Svenn and hope flares in my chest.
"Do you like it when I grind against you like this?" he asks, withdrawing and sliding his lenght between my thighs. "Or do you like it better when I thrust into you?" Another demonstration that steals my breath.
"Answer me, Rhianelle."
I try but words won't come. I'm too lost to the pleasure, too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts.
"Fine then," he says with satisfaction. "I'll move however I want."
And he does.
His hips slams against my backside as he drives himself forward repeatedly. I'm lost to mindless pleasure now. No thoughts left. Just sensation rolling through me in endless waves.
