Again, his brow creases a little. I sense his uncertainty.
Hell, he shouldn’t trust me at all. I could lash out, hurt him, render terrible cruelty.
For him to sayyeswill require him to trust me, wholly and completely.
“You have it,” he says, releasing my left hand at the same time.
Swiftly, I remove his pants before I step back and slip out of my own clothing, leaving myself naked and freezing just as he is. I continue to move fast, scooping up two pelts and dragging them with me as I prowl back to him.
That wrinkle in his forehead has smoothed out now, and there’s a curious light in his eyes.
I spread one pelt onto the ground, still holding the other.
“Here,” I say to him, patting the pelt beside where I kneel.
As soon as he crouches down, I push him onto his back and he doesn’t resist. I slip my legs to either side of his waist and pull the second pelt over us, forming a den of my own making.
There he lies beneath me, even as I press my left hand to his chest, a constant threat.
Our body heat quickly builds and so does the need within me.
I drop my lips to his again, tasting his skin, an ache building between my legs where I rock against him.
My breathing speeds up, my body throbbing with an increasing heat I’m controlling with every heartbeat.
“What I want is your permission to fuck you.”
“Asha,” he groans. “You have it.”
My body is ready, and I don’t wait, drawing him inside me and driving myself down.
Pleasure shudders through me as I ride the waves, letting the darkness within me churn. Letting it burn within my hand. Letting it build within my core.
He gives me complete control, his hands resting on my thighs, the slight pressure of his fingers the only sign that he wants to do more. Until I snatch up one of them and pull it to my breast.
Then he rears up under me, his hand curved around me, his mouth playing havoc with my nipple for the two seconds I let him taste my skin before I push him onto his back again.
My left arm is once again extended, but I’ve caught his hand in mine. I draw it to my lips, running my tongue along his forefinger.
His breathing hitches when I pull his finger into my mouth, closing my lips around it.
As my tongue glides over his skin, he jolts and I sense him needing to take back control, to drive himself upward, his muscles tensing, his free hand gripping me hard.
That’s when I lose myself, letting his hand, wet from my mouth, drop to my core.
Rocking against him with all the wild and dark in me.
Plunging so hard against him that I knock the pelt from my back and the cold rushes in.
I don’t care.
Every intense thrust drives the darkness from my mind until I throw my head back and scream.
I let it all out. A release that drags all of my darkness to the surface, a storm of pleasure that breaks me apart. A taking and a giving that shatters my heart so I might mend.
I’m aware of him jolting and shuddering beneath me, aware of the way he growls my name as I come to rest on top of him.
The power in my left hand has calmed. Its rage has eased.
