Fuck, this man would be the death of me.
I spit and watched it drop, then dragged the tip of my dick through it, shoving my head in and out to at least try and alleviate some of the friction.
“Do it,” Nyx growled.
I pushed forward and he hissed in pain but didn’t protest.
Part of me didn’t want to hurt him right now, but the other part of me wanted to claim him—to make him feel every single inch so there was no doubt who he belonged to. I wanted to brand him, mark him, make him bleed—
“You’re mine,” I snarled, driving in further.
Nyx moaned, leaning heavily over the counter. I pulled my dick out, only to drive back inside him in one thrust, earning a strained whimper from Nyx and a moan from me as his ass took all of me—tight and hot and all mine.
My hand smeared Vetticus’ blood on his skin as I slid it up his back to his neck, holding him down as I thrust in and out. Anger coursed through me—how dare someone try and take him from me. I gritted my teeth and viciously slammed into him over and over again.
“This ass is mine—this body is mine—” I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise before my hand came around to grab his cock. “This dick is mine.” He was throbbing in my hand, painfully hard and leaking precum. He moaned in pleasure as I gave him a hard stroke at the same time I drove into him.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“I’m yours, baby,” he moaned. “Always yours.”
I hardened further inside him at his words and I was gone. My emotions raged—fear that I almost lost him, anger at how someone had nearly taken him from me—and the overwhelming sensation of love, so potent I could feel it rising up to choke me.
The sound of our uneven breaths and skin against skin was the only sound as our souls escaped to tangle together. The room disappeared and all that existed was us. I could feel Nyx getting closer and my own release was raging through me. I stroked his cock the way I knew he liked and his pants and curses made my heart seize in my chest at the desire to give him everything. To give him all of me. My hand slid up to his neck, dragging him back to me, needing to be close–it was never going to be enough.
When he came, he shuddered, crying out and shoving back against me, his cock throbbing in my hand. He squeezed around me and my name on his lips was my undoing. I collapsed against his back, dragging in huge gasps of air as I struggled to come down from the intensity. Our hands tangled together on the countertop and I planted soft kisses along his back.
When I finally withdrew from his body, he turned and my head dropped to his shoulder. I took a great shuddering breath and his arms tightened around me.
“I thought I’d lost you,” I mumbled against his skin.
“I’m here,” Nyx whispered, his own voice choked with emotion.
He smoothed his hand over my hair and I lifted my head to meet his gaze. There was a softness there now, a tenderness that matched my own. His knuckles grazed my cheek.
“That was too close of a call,” I rasped.
“No one can take me away from you,” he insisted. “I love you too much—” His voice broke and he gave me a sheepish smile. He leaned his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes, breathing him in. My arms encircled his waist and I held him as tightly as he was holding me.
“I love you,” I murmured.
“To the last star right?”
“And even then…”
THE END
