Her inner muscles quaked, pulling him in further with every rock of his hips, and delicious warmth spread from her core, radiating out along her limbs. She cupped his cheeks and stared into his beautiful face as his breathy grunts pulsed against her lips. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed, hitting that magical spot inside of her that had her opening wider for him.
She glanced down between their bodies, nearly climaxing at the sight of his glistening cock plunging into her, pillaging her, stealing that last shred of her interminable innocence.
But it was no theft.
It was a gift.
One she’d ached to give him since the moment they’d met.
Another climax built, her body coasting along tiny waves of tension that crested and crashed, tumbling her towards euphoria.
“Oh High Gods,” she moaned, and he sat back, kneeling between her thighs again. He gripped her hip with one hand as he pulled out, then eased back in slowly, setting a languid pace and gently circling his thumb against her clit.
“I can’t…” she croaked. “I need…”
“What do you need?” he crooned, continuing his feathery assault on her taut bundle of nerves as he dragged his cock in and out of her slowly. Too slowly. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
The words ripped out of her, clawing past her shredded throat.
Raw and rough andreal.
“Fucking harder, Tristan.”
She didn’t need to ask him twice. He pounded into her, gripping her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass. Glorious gusts of his wind licked across her clit.
Her second climax obliterated her.
She became a bucking, writhing mass of need, sucking in his thrusts and screaming so loudly that Tristan covered her mouth.
“Shhhhh.” He chuckled softly. “Hella’s still here.”
Her mind returned to her body, her limbs loose and floaty. Something about Hella hearing them, knowing exactly what they were up to, ratcheted Cassandra’s desire up another notch and she nipped at his fingers as he pulled his hand away.
“I don’t fucking care,” she ground out, needingmoreof him. Needing to annihilate him as deliciously as he’d just annihilated her.
“Where did that filthy mouth come from, Daredevil?” he smirked, pulling her up from the bed and settling her into his lap.
She straddled him, angling herself on top of his engorged head and placing her hands on his shoulders, his feathers kissing her knuckles.
As she lowered down, he slid into her with ease, sinking deeper than she’d ever thought possible.
He groaned as she rode him, pushing her down onto his cock with one hand as he cupped her neck with the other. She dragged her teeth along his hammering pulse and his head kicked back with a strangled growl.
“You’re killing me,” she moaned. “I could die from this. From wanting you.”
His gaze returned to hers and they fell into each other, the room silent save for their ragged breaths and the juicy, sucking sounds of their joining.
“Then we’ll die together.”
* * *
Tristan was in ecstasy.
And agony.
He’d been holding back, didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want to scare her away with the full, consuming, brutal force of his need for her.
But his Daredevil had always defied his expectations.
