He marks me with each hard, long thrust and I’m so close. So close to something I’ve only ever broached the precipice of, something that I’m almost afraid of feeling. I feel the dark rumble behind me, and I know he’s commanded me. I can’t hear the words, but I know he senses how close I am, and that he wants me to shatter.
His fingers dig brutally into my hips, steadying me as he plunges in and out of me, punishing me with a hard rhythm that unravels that heat. The first waves of my climax tumble over me, but then he changes the rhythm, thrusting so hard and deep that he hits something strange and wicked inside of me and I scream.
I scream out my pleasure as I claw at the glass and he keeps fucking me, brutal and hard, our wet flesh slapping together so that I don’t doubt the backs of my legs will be bruised from it. I tumble, over and over, swallowed up by the abyss of pleasure until it’s all I know. It’s all I am, and all I can do is whimper and cry and pant through the violence of it.
Just as those waves slow down to a less violent intensity, I feel Edge tense. He thrusts hard, seating himself inside of me and a roar rips through his chest. It traces a pattern through me, and that’s how I hear it without hearing it at all, a tremble echoed deep in every one of my muscles as his cock kicks and hot bursts spill deep inside of me.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all. He slams out of the shower, not bothering to shut off the streaming water or grab a towel. He stalks through the bathroom as I cling to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his corded neck. I can feel him straining and trembling below me, my big proud warrior. He storms through the hall, into the bedroom. He sets me down hard at the edge of the bed, the comforter coming up to meet my skin, which bursts into a volley of goosebumps at the change in temperature when I’m soaked.
I lift my eyes to my man’s face, transformed by hunger and by love, by the darkness inside of him, the darkness that I’ve unleashed because I need it, crave it as a response to the darkness inside my own soul, I realize that he’s going to fulfill the rest of his promise to me, to make me truly, irrevocably his.
Chapter Seventeen
Edge
Ishould never have taken her like that, I wanted her first time to be tender.
But even if there was pain, I know she loved it. I watched her fingers scrabble violently at the glass shower door. Her moans drove me fucking wild. It was raw and messy, and it was beautiful because it wasus.
I’m not done. I’m not done with her. Not done claiming her.
She looks up at me with those big, slate gray eyes, so wide and trusting that I let out a feral sounding groan. She blinks, those thick dark lashes, still starred from the shower, her lush golden skin beaded up with goosebumps and droplets of water and slowly… slowly, like the temptress she is, the siren luring me down to the depths of madness and depravity, she spreads her legs, opening herself to me.
My gaze tracks to the same place hers does. Straight down to her swollen cunt. My cock bobs out in front of me, hard and ready to slam back into her glorious heat, and the sight of my cum leaking out of her, trickling down her thighs, fucks me stupid.
I sweep my fingers down over the seam of her, the rough tips grazing along the impossibly soft satin of her skin and coat them with our sticky juices. I bring them to my mouth, her eyes on me the entire time, and suck them clean. I love the sharpsalty burst, our tastes mingled together, blooming heady and rich across my tongue and I can’t contain a growl of satisfaction.
She whimpers and a shudder shakes her whole body. “Oh god,” she moans and her eyes slam shut, but I grip both her thighs and part them even further, and her eyes open in surprise. Her lids get heavy and a languid heat burns up the stormy sea of her irises. Her pupils dilate as she studies me.
“Mine,” I roar, wrenching her thighs apart, spreading her wide open.
She lets me, with complete trust that nearly breaks me. I grip her thighs, one in each hand, and step between them. A shiver runs through her, grips her muscles so that they tremble beneath my touch. I watch as my cock slips to her soaking wet entrance, and then, with a single hard thrust, I seat myself inside of her.
I’m not gentle, she loves it. She loves the pain as a precursor to the pleasure. I hammer home, thrusting hard, long, brutal thrusts. I let her toss her head back on the bed, her wet hair splayed out all over the place, let her thrash it from side to side as she fights against the heat I’m already building inside of her as I pump into her like a desperate fucking animal.
I brutalize her cunt, pumping inside of her so hard and feral that I know it hurts. I stretch her wide, bury myself balls deep over and over, fuck up into her sweet tightness until our skin is slapping and messy, until her thighs are soaked and her juices drip onto the bed below us. I fuck up into her until my shoulders are aching, sweat rolling down my back, until her thighs are vibrating in my hands.
I keep going, watching everything, watch her stomach muscles strain and tremble, watch her breasts bounceand slap against her chest with every mad thrust, watch the flush creep up over her face.
And finally, finally, I watch as her back jacks off the bed and she screams. Her whole body vibrates below me and her cunt clenches around my dick. I drop her thighs and sweep my hands under her ass, digging my fingers in wildly as I lift her hips so I can fuck her deeper, send her spiraling right into another climax. Her tight heat spasms all around me, tugging at my dick harder than a fucking vice.
Her screams are hoarse and long, and I love the sound of my name on her lips, fucking raw, torn straight from the depths of her soul.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I pull out of her, slam her hips back down onto the bed, and pump my dick until I’m coming in hot, thick strands all over her. I mark her as mine with each kick, each long jet. I mark her tight stomach and her straining thighs. I come harder than I ever have in my fucking life, so hard that I see stars and my body is weak and spent.
And that’s when her eyes open. They stare at me for a long second, shimmering deep pools.
My heart kicks madly as I gather her into my arms and hold her against my sweat dampened chest. She clings to me even after everything, winds her hands around my neck and presses herself against me. I breathe in deep, scenting the musky, sweet scent of her skin.
Her fingers sweep my lips, and she runs the pad of her thumb gently over my bottom lip, then does the same to thetop before her gaze sweeps back up to mine. “I love you. That was… perfect.”
I let out a groan she can’t hear. She curls into my arms, and I envelop her much smaller form, tucking her safely into my arms. I want to stay like this for the rest of our lives, her warm body nestled against mine, her face at the tender part of my neck, her breaths tickling my ear.
Every long minute and lonely hour, every single doubt and black thought, all the times I berated myself, all the times I tried to push her away from me and couldn’t… it was all worth it.
Just for this exact moment.
