“Look at me while I claim you,” he said, parting ways with the dark shrouding him to lean closer while sharp pleasure radiated through me with every thrust of his finger. And then there were two, the width of them opening me up and making me grind against them.
“So soft,” he purred, eyes still fixed on my face.
And then his fingers were gone, my channel left to clench around nothing. Quickly, he covered his dick before bracketing his frame above me.
His head notched against my hole but didn’t push inside. Instead, the heaviness rested there like an unfulfilled promise. My hands slid over his biceps, arms looping around his neck. His body didn’t give an inch when I tried to tug him closer.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice strangled and deep.
“W-what?” I asked, still trying to rock against him.
“My name.”
My brain blanked out as panic tried to take over. I didn’t know his name. I only knew what I had called him… “Hero.”
A sound vibrated his throat, and the pressure at my entrance increased. I cried out, clutching his biceps, wanting to feel it all.
Still, he held off, staring at me. Waiting.
“Please, hero,” I whispered. “My he—ungh.”
My entire world condensed to one point of contact, to the burning, overwhelming sensation of my body opening for his. There were twinges of pain that burst into heat as my channel clenched around him like it couldn’t decide:stay or go.
I looked up to see him arched above me, head thrown back, weight on his palms, arms corded with muscle, and jawclenched with tension. A man built for warandworship.
How I want to worship him.
Reaching between us, I caught the pendant dangling from a long gold chain, winding it around my fist to slowly tow him in.
His body followed, eyes dropping to mine to alter me forever with a single look.
“Move.” The word was guttural and all I could manage.
The dam of his control seemed to snap, black fire igniting in his eyes. Immediately, he pulled back and slammed back in, leaving no room for thought or breath. My stomach muscles clenched, and I cried out as he did it again and again, making my arms fall to the bed as I succumbed to the intense pleasure rising inside me.
Finally relenting, he lowered to a push-up position above me, our chests inches apart, and ground his hips into me, dick rubbing over my prostate and ripping a strangled cry from my throat. I grabbed his face, and he smashed our lips together, the kiss nothing more than tongue and teeth as he continued to push in and out, then grind inside me until I was nothing but a quivering mass of need.
Between us, my dick smeared us both, bouncing with every powerful thrust. One of his hands curved around the small of my back and pulled me right against him, eliciting a moan that filled the room.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, suddenly wrapping both arms around me and collapsing on the bed. I had a moment of understanding what it must be like for him to be swallowed up by shadows because, right then, I was surrounded.
My arms were trapped between us so I couldn’t let them roam, so I pushed my face into his neck, pressing fragile kisses to the hammering artery running down the side and then across his shoulder.
Groaning, he lifted his head and captured my lips in a languid, almost lazy kiss. Strands of his hair tickled my cheeks, and I melted into the bed, chasing his tongue and nibbling at his lips. His hips began moving, not as urgent as before but instead a slow, sensual slide. The way his hips undulated was pure seduction, rhythm so fluid it was practically a silent command. My body followed, utterly intoxicated as though I were under some sort of spell.
I sighed and whimpered, body flushed and hovering at its peak, the gentle fucking holding me back from falling over. Ripping my mouth from his, I kissed over his jaw and down his neck, across his chest.
He pushed up a little then, and I freed my arms so I could stroke across the width of his back. His sinuous, graceful movements stuttered, and a new sense of urgency ignited. Reaching between us, he wrapped his fist around my dick, hard calluses scraping over my sensitive skin and lighting me up all over again.
Every stroke matched his thrusts, and soon, my toes were curling into the bed, my body straining toward his.
“That’s it, Pip,” he crooned, grinding against that sensitive spot inside me. “Come for me.”
My vision whited out when the orgasm roared through me, taking over my body like it was no longer my own. I shuddered as pleasure ripped through me and burst free, the hot spill splattering my stomach and filling his hand.
His satisfied rumble sent another wave of bliss through me, and my cock spasmed again, completely draining me dry.
Instead of releasing me, his grip tightened and hips increased their pace, thrusting fast and hard, leaving no time for me to catch my breath. The squelching sound my release made as he used it to stroke my semihard cock was lurid and seemed to push him over the edge. Head thrown back, he moaned loudly, the muscles in his neck bunching while he pumped me full of his warm release. I clamped down on his still-shuddering dick, milking it for every drop before we both collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap.
