“Fuck me, Farkas.Now.”
My demand was a detonator. We went from needy to vicious and frenzied.
His fingers ripped my tank over my head. Our kisses were frantic, the kind that would devastate and destroy. He bit into my bottom lip, driving my desire for him into a fury.
He growled, his hands breaking the zipper of my pants as he ripped them down, stripping me until I was bare. His gaze glowed as his eyes and fingers traced over my small curves.
I understood. Screw foreplay.
The need was so feral it choked the air. Even the spirits stirred around us, their energy pumping, adding to the electricity in the room. Zapping and hissing.
Ripping off his shirt and getting rid of his shoes, he swept me up again, my legs circling him, his cock throbbing against me, making me more desperate. My head went back as he kissed down my neck, my nails clawing at his back.
His warm mouth covered my breast, arching me farther into the wall. The bones fashioned into the stone dug into my spine.
Life and death.
It branded us.
Owned us.
Created us.
This man would consume me. Devour and destroy me.
He’d burn me to the ground, but I would rise up from the ashes and demand more.
“Warwick...” I moaned as his tongue flicked my nipple, his lips sucking. Fuck, this man’s mouth alone could obliterate me.
He was everywhere, imaginary and real, gliding inside and out, twisting me into nothing but desire. My mouth opened in a silent cry as his real fingers slipped inside and curled into me.
“Fuck, princess,” he hissed, pumping harder into me.
“Gods...” My arms wrapped tighter around him, trying to end the ache in my pussy; the hunger was turning to pain. “Now.”
“I’m not going to be gentle.” He growled, pushing me back into the wall, our eyes meeting. His hand pressed against the wall, the tip of him hinting at my opening, making me try to climb higher, my emotions so tuned I felt like a cord about to snap. The need for him was something I had never experienced before, so intense I became savage.
“Don’t you dare,” I grumbled, scratching his skin until I drew blood. “I think you know I am far from fragile. Death doesn’t even want to fuck with me.” I glared into his eyes, challenging him. “Do you,Wolf?”
Like I summoned the beast, an animalistic snarl reverberated off the walls, his mouth taking mine, his imaginary tongue sliding down my body, sucking my clit, forcing my chest to heave.
With a growl, he thrust deep into me. I experienced every inch of his skin, his soul, his heat, as he slammed into me.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
“Fuuuuuccck!” I heard him bellow while the same cry ripped from my lungs.
We both froze at the intensity. Blinding light and flashes of scenes went through my mind too fast to catch. My body was overwhelmed with so much pleasure and pain, tears pricked my eyes.
The ache of his size mixed with the unbelievable bliss. It was so much; every muscle started shaking. I could feel him inside, creating surges of electricity shattering through nerves, tearing oxygen from my lungs, like a thousand mini orgasms building together.
I had been with enough men to know this was not normal... not even in our abnormal situation.
A vein bulged from his neck, and I could feel the same blood pumping through the vein in his cock, turning me even more delirious. A deep sound hummed from his chest. His grip on my hips bruised my bones as he thrust in deeper. A roar boomed off the walls, his chest heaving like he was feeling everything I was.
“Kovacs.” His hands went to the wall beside my head, and for a moment, his legs dipped. “What the fuck?” His voice was like gravel. “I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t.” I snarled, needing him to let go. “Give me everything.”
