“Fine. All right—damn you!”
“It’s not nice to curse your mate,me’morae, but I’ll overlook it this time.”
He cupped her face and took her sulky mouth in a deep, heated kiss to leave her panting, and him past the point of no return. He broke away and lowered to a crouch, pushing her one leg over his shoulder.
Reynner stroked her cleft, before parting her. Dying for a taste of his mate, he licked her around her clit then fastened his mouth on the neglected little nub and sucked. A moan tore out of her. He teased his finger into her taut body. The chains clanged. He tightened his grip on her hips as he lashed her clit with his tongue, before licking and sucking her again. Feeling her close to the edge, he bit down on the sensitive flesh—a high-pitched moan ripped from her throat, her muscles spasming around his fingers as she came.
Unable to hold out any longer, he rose, undid his zipper, and freed himself. Stroking his aching length, he pulled her legs around his waist. With one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.
Reynner groaned, her tight, slick body squeezing him like a sweet, fucking fist, and struggled to hold on. He rested a hand against the wall behind her head, panting harshly.
Damn, he’d hurt her if he pushed her up against the abrasive surface.
With his mind, he released the chains restraining her, and they fell with a clatter against the walls.
Her hands dropped to his shoulder. Her legs wrapped tighter around him, she sank onto his cock, took him deeper as he carried her across to the metal bars running from the ceiling to the ground.
“Hold onto that,” he grunted, pushing her arms behind her. She grabbed the bars above her head. Tightening his hold on her, Reynner pulled out, and drove back into her.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, her eyes shutting.
“No, Eve,” he growled. “Look at me. I want to see you break all over me.”
***
At his raspy order, Eve pulled in a strangled breath and forced her eyelids open. The emotion in Reynner’s dark blue gaze trapped her.
In that single moment, she knew, he’d fulfilled her desires while creating new memories for himself to replace those of his awful time imprisoned in that hellish place.
Now he was all wild hunger and raw passion, and all hers.
“Urias, Eve. You’re so damn amazing. Perfect. Mine,” he rasped. His grunts grew harsher, his movements faster, as he slammed into her. “Say it.”
“Yes. Perfect—mine—I mean yours—whatever you say,” she moaned, all her focus on what he was doing to her body, the pressure inside her unbearable.
Another growl of satisfaction.
“Reynner,” she whimpered, needing that push.
“I have you, baby.” He angled his hips and thrust back into her, his cock rubbing against her swollen clit. Lightning hot pleasure shot up and exploded through her. With a strangled cry, Eve let go of the bars and wrapped her arms around his neck as she fell apart.
Seconds later, she felt Reynner’s body tense. His grip tightened on her then he came with a harsh groan…
***
When Eve opened her eyes again, she had no idea how she’d ended up in bed. Reynner’s warm and very naked body tangled with hers. He kissed her neck, his hand caressing her hips, making her sigh in contentment.
Turning, she reached for him and froze.
She jerked upright, dislodging his stroking hand. “Youbought it?” Her accusing gaze flew to him. “Why?”
“Why?” An eyebrow shot up. “You didn’t think I would let anyone else see you like that, did you? As if you’d just been made love to? The artist should count his blessings he still breathes for daring to imagine you so.”
She rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Reynner. Davidisan artist. And there’s nothing sexy about the truth. I was sick that day. Too many pills, add alcohol to the mix, and that,” she pointed to the painting, “is what you get.”
In a rapid move, he had her flat on her back. Ignoring her startled protest, he leaned over her, his pale hair cascading around her like a beam of moonlight. “The only one who looks at you that way—” he growled, “is me.”
“Bossy much?” she teased, looping her arms around his neck.
