Looking down at the dark, deadly General of Hell as I slid up and down on his cock made me feel powerful. Made me feel like his equal.
I grinned. “Yes. I am.”
He hummed his satisfaction.
The metal studs on his cock dragged through my inner muscles. I threw my head back in ecstasy, my pleasure growing as I rode him. The noises our bodies made as we came together were obscene. Perfect. His spicy scent and the smell of sex wrapped around me, addicting and arousing. I was so close.
Then Ronen flipped me back over. “Iwant to be slamming into you when you come on my cock,” he growled, domination thick in his voice.
Heat flushed my cheeks at his wicked tongue and the promise in his eyes.
“What are you waiting for then?” I asked, tightening around him.
His chest rumbled, this time the sound a heart-pounding challenge.
Ronen pulled completely out, leaving me empty and wanting, then, as promised, slammed back in. His cocked filled me to the hilt. I clenched around him, gasping for breath. But he didn’t give me any.
His pace was unrelenting. Unforgiving. He had me screaming his name, begging nonsense as my mind and body fell apart with each thrust.
“Listen to those sweet noises I create,” he murmured into my ear. “You take me so well, gorgeous.”
His dirty words brought me to the brink. He grabbed my hair, tugging me back into a position I was realizing was his favorite. It exposed my neck to him, gave him control over me. And I couldn’t help heating up at how much I loved it.
“Do you like when my cock fills you?” he asked on a thrust.
My eyes fluttered. So close.
“Are you going to scream for me, gorgeous?”
“I—”
He pounded into me again and again, my mind unable to formcoherent thoughts as ecstasy pushed me over the edge and I throbbed around his cock, screaming his name.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his cock swelling as he came inside me, the pulses dragging one last moan from my mouth.
We both breathed heavily. Ronen slowly eased out of me, lowered to give me a heart-stopping kiss, then settled beside me. He pulled me against his chest, and I could feel him seeping out of me.
“Should I?—”
He shocked me by taking his fingers and pushing his release back inside me.
“No. I rather like the mess I made of you,” he purred. His slick cock rested against my core, still hard, the metal studs grazing my bundle of nerves with every throb.
The thought and pressure sent another wave of heat through me—ready and wanting again.
I moved against him, and he caught my chin, twisting my neck at an awkward angle so I could meet his questioning gaze.
“Ruin me,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened, and he slammed into me again.
Once we were both sore and out of breath, we curled into each other, this time with undergarments on because we discovered without them we wouldn’t stop. Once Rune realized we weren’t about to go at it again, she joined us on the bed.
Ronen held me close, breathing me in, his heart a steady, beautiful rhythm beneath my ear. The reality of what I could lose settled into our warm, fragile bubble. The reality of what I would do if I did sank deeper, heavier. My life—my body, my heart, all of me—had been irrevocably altered because of him.
He had become everything I was too afraid to want, and now he was everything I was terrified to lose.
I felt the soft hum of his happiness, the inevitable warmth filling him to the brim.
