Page 32 of Leviathan

I was desperate for her.

"Completely," I said.

"I could do whatever I wanted to you," she said, her light fingertips drifting down over my abdominals, causing them to clench as my body struggled against the bonds of my own creation. My mating appendage ached, twitching as her fingers drifted maddeningly lower, stopping short of touching it.

"You could," I said.

I watched as she hooked her fingers through the thin straps of cloth at her hips, then felt the soft fabric of her underwear drop onto the floor. The small covering she had across her chest followed soon after.

"Maria," I said, desperate and hopeful and excited and terrified all at the same time. "What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking of fucking you while you're completely unable to stop me," she said as she put her knee on the bed I'd made for myself. Her hands went to my chest, and then she was up and over me, straddling me with her legs on either side. "Or maybe I will just torment you and leave you hungry for me just like you did to me."

She reached out a hand, hovering it over my mating appendage.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.

“Maria, is this really what you want?” I asked.

She responded by wrapping her hand around my mating appendage, and I nearly lost myself in the sudden shock and pleasure of it.

Pleasure that intensified as she trapped it down against my belly with the wet heat of her slit.

"Maria!" I gasped out.

"Do you want me to stop?" she repeated, her voice sweet and low, full of confidence and desire. "Because I don't think you do. I think you want me just as much as I want you, but you're too afraid of your privilege and power to take me the way I want you to."

There was no part of me that wanted to hold back. She had taken away my every argument. She recognized my vulnerability and was using it against my hesitation like a knife to cut away at the power dynamic until the only thing left was our intense desire for each other.

"I want you," I groaned as she shifted, sliding against my shaft, drenching it with her juices. Her fingernails pressed into my chest, little divots of pleasure. I could smell her arousal, thick in the air even as I watched her eyes flutter with the subtle movement of her hips, taking her pleasure by rubbing against me. "I don't want you to stop."

I wanted her to move higher, to slip onto the head of me so I could thrust into her.

If it weren't for the risk of spreading the contaminant, I could have just grabbed her with my filaments and taken her fully.

But she hadn't cleared it, deciding instead to use it against me to take away all my ideas of power.

"I'm at your mercy," I said.

She smiled down at me so sweetly, so gently, as she wrapped her small hand around my throat.

"Tell me I can do whatever I want to you," she said.

"You can do anything you want to me. I'm yours," I said. "Completely."

Those words terrified me with the truth of them, but there was a relief in them as well, a release of control. I couldn't take what I wanted from her without feeling as if I were just as bad as the ones who kept her captive and experimented on her. I couldn't have her, couldn't claim her, couldn't slide myself into her and envelop her in all the ways I wanted to without also losing her. But this wasn't in my control anymore. I'd given up my choice to her, wrapped it up and handed it to her, and now, whatever happened was no longer a matter of what I wanted.

It was about what she wanted.

There was nothing I could do wrong here.

She slid the outside of her wet slit up my length, her eyes fluttering as her opening caught on the tip of me before she angled her hips and slid back down, rubbing herself on me with rhythmic strokes, an absolute torture that I wouldn't trade away for the world. Her hand remained around my throat even though she had to lean forward and stretch out her arm to keep it there. She rocked her hips, her chest leaning down until it was pressed against my abdomen, sandwiching us together as she continued to move her hips in small jerky motions until she let out a small cry and her motions slowed to a stop. She looked up at me, her face flushed, her hair flowing out around her like a halo.

She looked like a sunrise peaking up over the crescent edge of a planet, and all I could do was gaze upon her and wonder.

"Do you really want to be with me?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper. "Not just physically, I know you want that, but for me, this kind of thing isn't casual. What does it mean to you?"

Fuck I wanted so badly to grab her hips, lift her up, and slam her down on my dick.