He didn't stop.
Kept his teeth where they were, kept his fingers working, and rode it out with her. Every time she started to come down, he bit a little harder, pinched a little sharper, and sent her climbing again.
By the time he finally released her, she was limp against the bedpost. Her head had fallen back, her eyes closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps that shook her whole body. The only thing holding her up was the belt around her wrists.
Varek straightened. Looked at what he'd done.
Her breasts were a ruin of red marks and swelling flesh. His teeth had left crescents across the soft curves, his fingers had left bruises where he'd gripped too hard, and her nipples were so dark and swollen they looked almost painful.
She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Eyes on me."
It took her a moment. Her lids fluttered, heavy, like waking from a deep sleep. When she finally focused on his face, her pupils were blown so wide he could barely see the green.
Varek held her gaze while he pulled his tunic over his head. His hands went to the laces of his trousers, and he watched her eyes track the movement, watched her tongue dart out to wet her lower lip. He freed himself from the leather and let it fall. Hergaze dropped to his cock, hard and flushed dark, and he watched her throat work around a swallow.
"You see what you do to me?" He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezed once. "You could be wearing a flour sack and I'd still be this hard for you."
He stepped into her. His hands found the backs of her thighs and lifted.
Mab's legs came up instinctively, wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back. Her belly pressed against his stomach. Soft and warm, exactly the part of herself she'd been trying to hide when she put on that gray dress, and now it was crushed between their bodies with nowhere to go.
His cock slid against her folds, and she whimpered.
"Hold onto the belt," he said.
Her fingers tightened above her head. The leather creaked.
He notched himself at her entrance and pushed in.
Her body resisted. Tight, still so tight, even with how wet she was, even with the orgasm that had just wrung her out. He felt the stretch in the way her thighs clamped against his hips, heard it in the sharp intake of breath she couldn't quite swallow.
He stopped. Held himself there, just the head inside her, and watched her face.
When she exhaled shakily, he pushed deeper.
Her head fell back against the bedpost, exposing the long line of her throat, and he leaned in to drag his teeth along it while he worked himself into her inch by inch.
"That's it." His voice was rough against her skin. "Take it."
She was so wet he could hear it. Every small thrust made a slick sound that echoed off the stone walls. Her body kept trying to close around him, and he kept pushing through it, forcing her open, making room for himself inside her.
When he finally bottomed out, her whole body shuddered.
"There." He held himself still, buried to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against hers. "All of me. You feel that?"
She nodded. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
He pulled back. Slow. Let her feel every ridge dragging against her swollen flesh.
Then he slammed home.
Her cry bounced off the ceiling. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his back hard enough to bruise, and he did it again. And again. Setting a rhythm that was just shy of punishing, his hips snapping forward with enough force to drive her up the bedpost with every thrust.
The belt groaned above her head. Her knuckles had gone white around the leather, her arms straining, her whole body jolted with each impact. Her breasts bounced with the force of it, the marks he'd left on them flushing darker with the rush of blood.
"Look at you." The words came out broken, barely human. "Look at this body."
