Wildness flickers in his gaze. Deep within those brown eyes is a primal sort of emotion. One, I imagine, that strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies. To me, it ignites.
I loop my arms around his broad shoulders and lift my mouth to his, kissing him deeply before dragging my lips along his sweat-soaked skin.
“Rose,” he growls deeply. He slows his pace to deliberate thrusts, hitting so deep I think I may split in two.
There’s a twinge of pain as he ravages me, but it makes the pleasure so much sweeter. With each thrust, I claw at his chest, a wild animal. The sound alights something in his wolf-bright eyes.
He grabs my shoulders and moves me. My world spins, and I realize my head is hanging off the edge of the bed, neck exposed. He clasps a hand around my throat, leaning over me with pure domination in his expression. His cock remains deep within me.“Do you remember the day we first met? I had your beautiful neck in my hand just like this.”
“Imagine if you’d taken me like this out on the bridge instead of dragging me inside.” Each word makes my throat bob against his skin.
“I could have had you screaming my name so many months earlier.” He lays a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“I scared you back then, didn’t I?” I ask with a hint of a smile.
For one moment, his gaze softens. “Petal, you scare me now.”
I know he’s only teasing me, but my stomach tumbles regardless. All my life, I’ve been so powerless. Always at the whims of others. Yet, even though Ezryn’s on top of me with his hand over my neck, I’ve never felt so in control.
Ezryn squeezes, briefly cutting off my breath. The sensation shudders through me, causing my inner walls to clench around his cock. I know he can feel it because he gives a satisfied grin.
“Tell me what you want, Petal, while you still have use of your words.”
“I only want to feel your cock inside of me. Take everything else away,” I gasp. “Even my breath.”
His fingers flex, a small movement that betrays so much more: his lust, his barely held restraint. “If it’s too much, tap my arm,” he says.
I nod, but I trust him completely. Through our bond, he can feel my emotions, my thoughts.
Ezryn kisses me, and when he pulls back, his grip tightens. Instinctually, I try to gasp—and realize I can’t. Heady excitement rushes through me. He continues moving, his cock penetrating deeper and deeper. My head bounces on the edge of the bed.
As my vision darkens around the edges, every sensation heightens. A rush of euphoria courses through my body.
“So good,” Ezryn growls. “You like being choked when you’re fucked. You like it rough, don’t you, Rose?”
His grips lightens and I gasp in. One breath is all I get, and a flash of his face: feral and possessive, dark waves falling over his brow. My pulse beats wildly against his calloused hand.
“You.” He thrusts hard. “Are.” He pulls out all the way. “Mine.” He shoves back into me.
Unfettered bliss floods through my body, this rush of being at his mercy, of being his to play with. He releases my neck and I inhale, tears springing to my eyes.
Ezryn runs his hand down my chest and palms my breast before wrapping his strong arms around my shoulders. We fall back onto the bed, me on top of him, our bodies still entwined. Neither of us slow our movements.
He pushes my sweat-slick hair away from my face. “You did so good, Baby Girl.”
“You did pretty good yourself,” I say, voice hoarse.
We move in a rhythmic pulse, his hips undulating against mine with such precision, I can’t believe this is only the third time we’ve done this. It’s not enough. It willneverbe enough.
But he’s leaving. He’s leaving again, and I don’t know how many more hours we have together. The thought brings the anger back. I slide my fingers through his chest hair, scratching at the skin beneath. My movements become faster, pounding, unrelenting. Tears fill my eyes, and I don’t hold them back.
He grabs my hips and slams me down upon his cock. His eyes shine, and he breathes rapidly through his nose. His own emotions flood through the bond: jealousy, protectiveness, grief. Love.
I toss my head back and close my eyes, losing myself to the cadence of our bodies. I am consumed and consuming. I hate him and I love him. I forgive him and I don’t.
More than anything, I miss him so damned much and he’s right here with me.
“Petal,” he breathes. “Kiss me.”
