This is his way of showing me Icontrolhim. For all his tactics, his power plays, his rules and words, I’ve always held his life in my hands. Like now.
His eyes flash briefly, black to amber, before the shadows submerge him again. He sees it—my understanding, my willingness. Mywant.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” I whisper, allowing him to toss the dagger to the side. Those claws dig into my hips, pulling us flush. His cock rubs at the apex of my thighs and my core clenches. “I still hate you.”
“And I still hate you.” He smiles, opening my legs wider. He sits back, staring at me, fangs growing longer. “I hate how you call to me. How I look for you everywhere I go. I hate how I can’tthinkwithout you nearby.”
Fingers and claws pull, skin shreds, and mud covers us as we battle our hate and passion. “But I need you. Right now.”
There’s no waiting as he snaps his hips forward, forcing himself inside of me. I shout out, body arching, pain and pleasure spiraling into a heady combination as I moan.
He growls, body curving over mine. “Fuckinghell, Max,” he groans, shoulders tense. “Relax, kitten. Let me in.”
I inhale shakily, hands scratching at his back, uncaring of the marks, of my darkness hurting him. There is no relaxation, just insatiable need and a deep burning that cannot be doused. Something in my chest, my heart, the bond, cracks, completeness surrounding me as he pulls back, thrusting forward once more.
This is the first time in weekseverything has feltright.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, my core opens as he pulls out until only the tip of his cock is inside me. My body hums, slickness coating us both as he breathes. He’s smelling us and my stomach twists.
His hips thrust forward again and fullness wraps around me once more.
This. This is what it means to be bonded. He’s another half to my whole, filling me so completely, I see the brightness of stars in my black vision.
He’s not gentle, not now. Not like he was in the cabin. This is not about making me fall in love with him, but to be owned, to be fully his. He already has my heart, my hate, and now he wants my entirety. His body punishes me, harsh slaps of flesh as he drives me into the mud, back cool but front blazing. Everything burns, my lungs screaming for air, and my nails dig into his sides, both of us groaning as the skin cuts open.
This is not cherished love but frenzied pain and longing so deep, it steals all reason. I relish in it, enjoy the friction and pray to the Gods to withstand the storm that is surely coming.
Kaden groans, his fangs skirting my neck, shudders rippling across my shoulders. Blindly, I turn as my body slams into the dirt, allowing him access.
He stops in his brutal assault, my body aching for more as I whimper.
“Max…” He hesitates, trying valiantly to hold back. I don’t want him to keep anything from me, not during this. I push his head down, body arching to accommodate his height.
“When is the last time you’ve fed?”
He grinds against me, hard and slow, and my back cuts against the rough sand and sharp rocks. I don’t care, because this isexactlywhat I want.
Pain, pleasure, sin, and promises of more. The darkness that I was taught to fear, out in the open, allowing me to justbe. It’s what I’ve always needed.
“I can go a long time without it.” He kisses my pulse point, a tender act in opposition to his violent assault. His teeth nip and lips suck at my skin, my jaw, my ear. I’m lost to the sensations, body building on a cresting wave that will drown me.
It’s too fast, too soon. Weeks without him and my body is surrendering too quickly. I want to hold out, make him work for it, allow him to mark me as his.
“If you won’t bite me,” I moan, as he hits the point I need, the spot between my thighs drenched. “Then I’m taking control.”
Swiftly, I roll him, slamming his back into the ground. Straddling him, I lower myself on to his cock, the new angle causing my breath to stutter, body locking. At this angle, everything heightens, and I groan loudly.
“Do that again,” he pleads, claws cutting into my hips.
He holds me up and lowers me firmly, grinding my pussy against him. The moan that leaves my lips would make anyone else blush, but coherent thoughts leave me.
“Fuck,” he curses, slamming into me, hips bouncing me up. “You have no idea what that sound does to me.”
The scent of blood and sex surrounds us as I ride him, my hips seeking friction. Kaden’s head falls back, dark eyes watching me, allowing me to do this, enjoy my pleasure. This is surrendering only to me. We’re covered in mud, debris, twigs tangled into our locks, but he never leaves me, face hungry, letting me building our pleasure to soaring heights.
“You’re a Godsdamn goddess,” he praises, chest covered in red sand and blood smeared over our necks. “A wicked goddess sent to break me, to torture me.” My thrusts turn chaotic, an orgasm building up inside me with his words. “You like knowing you have this power over me?” He chuckles, rearing up to grab my hair, twisting it around his fist. He holds me still, hips slamming under mine as if I was made solely for his pleasure. “A fucking hellcat. You’re going to take my soul as surely as I’ve taken yours.”
The orgasm reaches a height and I grab his other hand. “Touchme,” I demand and he does so without question. His fingers find the sensitive bundle of nerves, short, hard strokes that sends me over the edge.
