He drops his head to my shoulder and growls. “If we do this, then my brothers will want you this way as well.”
“I’m not seeing the problem.” I really don’t. It’s them holding out, not me.
“We are a lot to handle. We’re ruthless, demanding, and relentless. So if you are ready to cross this line with me, then you need to be ready to cross it with all of us.”
My cheeks heat. “At once?”
He laughs against my shoulder. “Let’s work up to that.”
Holy Idol balls.
I run my nose down the side of his face, nipping his ear. “I’m feeling pain again, Theo. Take it away for me.” All true, but it’s a fraction of what it was only tempos ago.
His head snaps up, and he kisses me again. Slow, sensual, and utterly devastating. This time, when I move against him, he doesn’t shift away. He lets me chase the friction I need without restraint.
The bands inside of me snap tighter, a promise of the pleasure about to be my undoing. My breath comes out in a stuttered pant against his mouth. He presses his body against mine, halting my movements before cupping my face.
“Are you sure?” he checks. “One fumble with a boy behind a mud hut is not nearly enough experience for what I’m about to do to you. So be sure, Daphne.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls as his hands wrap around my thighs, opening me wider for his hard length to line up between my legs. “Watch me own you, Daphne,” he demands.
My eyes drop to the water, which does very little to disguise his huge cock nudging at my core. I swallow as a little trepidation fills my veins. He would never hurt me, that much I am sure of.
His forehead presses against mine, and he pushes forward. I suck in a breath at the delicious stretch I can feel all the way down to my toes. He glides against something that makes my eyes roll in the back of my head and rocks against it a few times. My thighs tense, on the verge of a different type of orgasm. The previous ones were amazing, but something tells me this is going to wreck me inside and out. But he’s treating me like I’m breakable, and he should have learned by now that I am made of stronger stuff than the average maiden. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made it through the annuses.
“Stop holding back,” I demand.
His eyebrow raises. “You want this to last half a tempo?” I shake my head. That would be a letdown. “Then let me take my time with you.”
I relax, and he works himself into my body one glorious inch at a time, until his pelvis is against mine and we are connected in the most intimate of ways. My chest heaves as I adjust to his size.
“You okay, Daphne?” he asks, his lips brushing my temple.
An emotional dam breaks in my chest. I didn’t realize sex could be and probably should be like this. Connected on the physical, but more importantly, the emotional plane.
“Yes, but I need you to move.” The stretch is stinging, and I need him to chase it away.
He withdraws and sinks back inside of me. A cry of pleasure echoes in the cave, and my thighs quiver. Damn, I’m about to come from three thrusts. I don’t know if that’s an achievement on his part or mine, but I don’t care.
“Kiss me,” he mutters. I keep my eyes open and kiss him with everything I am. I pour my fears, my hopes, and my dreams into it, sharing a part of my soul with this man who would burn the world down for me.
He keeps a slow but steady pace, winding me tighter and tighter. An impossible feat that makes my head spin.
“Eyes on me,” he demands. I didn’t realize I’d closed them. I meet his fiery gaze and clench around him. He curses and puts his thumb on my clit. He rubs once, twice, and I’m flying.
He freezes and watches with rapt attention as I fall apart in his arms. Smooth, slow thrusts make the climax last an impossible amount of time. He sucks and kisses my throat as he waits for my body to climb down.
“Wow,” I murmur.
He lifts his head and grins. “You back with me?” I nod, noticing he hasn’t finished yet. “Good.”
He withdraws from my body, spins me around, and lifts my hips before slamming back inside of me. My hands flatten against the smooth stone, and a low moan rips from my throat. This position makes him go so much deeper, my release aiding his efforts to own my body.
He builds a relentless, driving rhythm, and I’m helpless to do anything but cling onto his cock and the wall.
He growls low as I tighten around him, so I do it again and again.
