“Come on, pretty boy, buy me some coffee.” Kek pulled Luk to the door.
She wiggled her eyebrows at me as she shut the doors, the room silent except for our breaths.
Warwick’s eyes never left me, his physique primed to kill. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline scorching my skin with fear and energy, turning me just as feral.
“You upset because I actually hurt you, big man?” I mocked.
“Hurt me?” He sneered, his intense glare never leaving me as he prowled forward.
My feet stayed planted while he stalked up to me, his expression stone. He loomed over, his hands curling into claws, as if he could snap my neck in a moment.
“You think you hurt me?” He drew his fingers over his bloody chin again, coating his fingers. He reached out, painting his blood over my lips, pushing his thumb into my mouth. The metallic and rich earthiness burst on my tongue like whiskey. “Thisis just foreplay, princess.”
Desire thrummed down my thighs at his intake of air when I sucked and nipped at his finger. He leaned into my ear, withdrawing his hand.
“I wasn’t talking about physically.” My gaze was full of meaning.
His eyes flashed, his voice low and cold. “Better run.”
He gave me a beat to retreat before he charged for me again. I twisted around, looking like I was going to run, but instead swung back, slamming my fist into his temple. A snarl rose from his throat, fire igniting his eyes.
“I don’t run,”my link whispered tauntingly in his ear while I took another swing for his throat.
He rotated, his arm deflecting my blow. He moved with unbelievable speed as his hands wrapped around my biceps. I was suddenly flying in the air over his head, landing on my back with a brutal thud, knocking the air from my lungs. Gasping for oxygen, I rolled just as his fist came for me, hitting the mat with a crunch. The buzz of adrenaline spiked a rush of blood through my veins. Lying on my side, I donkey kicked, connecting with the side of his head, dropping him to the ground with a roar.
He leaped for me, a yelp coming from my lungs as I tried to scramble away. His hands clutched my legs, dragging me back on my stomach, my nails scraping across the mat. Warwick yanked me underneath him, straddling me, holding me in place. A low steady rumble bled from him as I thrashed and fought to get away.
His hands curled at my waistband, wrenching my pants and knickers down over my ass. Instantly my nipples hardened, the cool air licking at my exposed skin, and energy pumped off me, pounding my pulse.
“What are you doing?” My voice came out hoarse, my back already arching in need as his fingers tore at his zipper.
“As you said earlier, finishing what we started in the Games.” He wrapped his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back, curving my ass into him. Energy coursed through every muscle, quivering with the high of adrenaline and lust. Thefightbetween us was our foreplay.
I needed him so badly it hurt.
He gave me no warning when he thrust into me. A half scream/half moan choked my throat. His girth was tearing me in half and making me feel satisfaction beyond anything I could even imagine.
A long groan from his chest hummed along my spine. He plunged in deeper, his lungs stumbling as he quickened the pace. “You feel so fucking unbelievable... Fuck... this is...” His words trailed off, but I understood. There were no words for this.
Sex was good.
This was . . . legendary . . . mythical.
Lethal.
He pulled my damp locks harder, pushing me more into the mat, dragging me back and forth. The friction burrowed my fingers deeper into the fabric, leaving punctured crescent shapes. Deep moans huffed from my lips, and flames nipped up my vertebrae.
Sharp teeth dug into the curve of my shoulder, turning us both into feral beasts.
I slammed back into him, not caring if this whole place could hear or see us. The glass windows by the double doors completely exposed us if anyone walked by, only upping the force filling the room.
He sat back on his heels, grabbing my hips, dragging me up to my knees. My knuckles curled until they were white, screams and moans catching in my throat.
Violent. Brutal. The pain ignited unequivocal bliss. I wanted to drown, to never come back up for air.
“Oh gods... Warwick!” I cried, bucking back into him, not feeling close enough. Needing more, drowning in the sensations of us, the sounds of us fucking slapping off the walls.
“Pleasure” wasn’t even a word for how this felt. The first time was not even in this realm, but this time was even more powerful. As if each time, the connection between us would continue to heighten. It was too much, but not enough. I was not just in my body, but his. Literally and figuratively, and feeling everything he did.
