Page 17 of Surviving Hope


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The next orgasm catches me by surprise, the tightening in my ass taking me to a new level. He wrings several more out of my trembling body. My head spins; my brain knows it’s meant to be pleasurable; but it keeps delivering pain. My whole sex throbs and my breasts are heavy. He stands and drops his pants to the floor. I glance to the side, catching his naked body against the backdrop of the stars. Oh shit, I can’t take him.

He slides his body between my legs and cradles my head between his hands. “Not going to lie. This is going to hurt. I haven’t got slow and sensual in me to give you right now. Hard and fast is how I’m going to fuck your body into this bed.”

“I can’t,” I breathe.

“Your new body is capable of so much.”

I shake my head and squeeze my eyes closed.

“Look at me,” he rumbles. My eyes snap open. “All the pain I give you is edged in pleasure. I would never really hurt you or push you beyond what I know you can take.” He pushes forward, the tip breaching my folds. I try to edge up the bed, but the restraints hold me still. “Ready?” he asks.

I take a breath and nod. He thrusts forward, wrenching a scream from my throat as he slams against my bruised flesh. Even his chest drags along my breasts, bringing the sting back.

He thrusts forward again and grits his teeth. He reaches up and releases my arms before snapping the restraints around my legs and hooking them in his arms. “Fucking hell, you’re tight.”

He rolls his hips, gaining ground and persuading my body to take him. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to him for dear life. The pressure is intense. My legs tremble. He reels back and slams in again; I whimper a protest as he bottoms out. Then his lips are on mine and he’s kissing me whilst he sets a punishing rhythm. Our tongues tangle, as the grief, anger and love pour from him into me and back again. An endless cycle of messy emotions that is unique to us. He doesn’t stop until my insides quake with the beginnings of an impossible orgasm. He reaches between our bodies. “Ready, Natia?”

I frown. Then he yanks the chain, and the clamps snap away from my body. My back bows and lightning flashes through my entire body. My head spins as I see black spots and stars. Then he’s groaning his release and sipping at my lips as I lay a trembling mess under him. An eternity with this man may be the death of me. Oh, but what a way to go.

10

Chapter Ten

Natia

Tauruses can be forgiving, they just don’t forget.

Snapping the buttons together, I smooth my hands down the white shirt that reeks of everything Archan and prop my hands on my hips. “You didn’t need to ruin my top,” I protest as I pull up my pants.

He glances over as he drags his pants over his muscled thighs. The man exudes sex without even trying. “I left you with your pants, only because of how your ass looks in them.” He stalks over and buries his head in my hair as he tugs me against him with his hands on my ass. “But I can’t stand the stench of another man on you.”

“Not sure these are Lulu’s type of clothes.”

“Lulu?”

“Lucifer, scary dude with superb taste in music. Lords over Hell, growling at the lazy demons.”

“You nicknamed the being that puts the fear of god into mankind?”

“He doesn’t mind,” I say. “Actually, I think he likes it. Singles him out as being special. The devil just needs a stroke and he’s putty in my hands.”

“Unlikely. What’s important is that now you smell of me.”

I feel like I’m missing something other than this alpha posturing bullshit. He won’t give information freely, and I don’t know the right question to ask. “Time to go back and figure out our battle plan,” I say.

“Glad to hear you sayingourbattle plan.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t run off and do anything without talking it through first.”

“I’m not worrying.”

I blink. “Oh?”

He chuckles. “I’m not worrying because I’m going to be glued to your ass for all eternity.”

I roll my eyes. “Eternity is a long time.”

“Without you, eternity was insufferable, the pain was unbearable.” He presses a kiss to my mouth, still swollen from his attention. “So when you appeared from the shadows like a dark angel, I couldn’t conceive of it being you. To allow myself hope, even for a second, would have destroyed me.” He leans his forehead against mine. A tear slips free, the emotion overwhelming me. “I’ve lived a thousand lives, and yet it was you, barely an adult, who taught me home isn’t a place. For me it’s in your turquoise jeweled eyes. You showed me something I didn’t realize I was missing. That first kiss undid me in ways I cannot describe. Your endless compassion and dedication floored me. Your strength challenged me to be better,youchallenge me to be better. Once I tasted that, I couldn’t erase it. You carved your name into my heart. I cannot lose you again, I wouldn’t survive it.”