Page 95 of A Cruel Kindness

“Fuck,” Soren groaned. He sounded like he was hanging on by a thread. I wanted him as out of control as I was.

I pushed back against him, feeling heat shoot up my center as he tapped against the spot inside me that made my vision go blurry. Soren snapped then, his hands latching onto my hips as he pushed inside in a rolling, punishing stroke.

There was no stopping the moan that was ripped from my throat. This was impossibly good. Terrifyingly good.

I was lost to Soren as he pumped in and in and in, making me cry out at every touch. His own sounds of pleasure made me spurn even higher, feeling at little loony at the idea that I made him feel like this.

“Bell, baby, you feel so fucking good,” Soren said, and a tear welled in my eye.

“Soren,” I whimpered helplessly. I didn’t know how to do anything but surrender to the pleasure building in my chest. Once I accepted that Soren was about to wring out the most intense sensation I’d ever experienced, it built quicker and quicker and quicker until I was falling over the edge in ecstasy, my entire body seizing with the sheer force of it.

It kept rolling in waves, one after the other, never ceasing in the endless onslaught of blinding pleasure as my body gave over to him. The Bond only got louder in its low buzzing, damn near shaking my body from the force of it, doubling down on the sensations.

All through it, Soren rolled inside of me with punishing strokes, hitting right where I needed him. His hand drifted over my hip, sliding across my lower stomach and slipping over my clit in easy strokes.

When I finally started to regain some consciousness, I realized that Soren’s breathing had gotten so heavy, each inhale sounded like a low groan.

“Keep going,” I begged, needing to chase that feeling again. Soren’s eyes briefly slid over my face before returning to my back, glazed over with pleasure.

His gaze swept to every edge of our Mark, all the places I was branded with the evidence of our Bond before his thrusts grew slightly stuttered and he collapsed over me with a moan, spilling inside me.

I didn’t even realize that I had crested into orgasm again until a shock hit my chest, shooting warmth into my limbs.

Soren’s breathing returned me to reality, hot and heavy against my neck. He had collapsed over me, blessing me with the full weight of him along my back.

My Mark burned like skin affected with too much sun exposure, but it was actually pleasant.

The Bond had finally been satiated, curling up in the back of my mind to take a healthy nap. There was something deeper, calmer under the insistent pressure of the Bond.

A feeling that even without it, I’d still be as content as I was now. It may have forced me into Soren’s orbit, but … I’d be here even without it. It was inevitable.

That thought made urgency kick back up in my chest. I’d all but blacked out, unsure how long we’d been connected and simply lost to the feeling. No matter what stretch of time it had been, it was too short.

Soren seemed to feel the same. He was still hard inside of me, despite being spent.

I guess that was what happened when you denied yourself your true desire for so long. Or maybe he was just always like that.

“Soren,” I said softly, my words slightly muffled against the mattress. “I want to see your Mark now.”

His hand slipped under my stomach, easily pulling me against his chest. He slid out of me and a sound of protest fell from my lips.

Soren smiled against my hair. As much as I loved how confident he was, two could play at that game. I twisted in his hold, moving to straddle him.

What I saw when I looked over his shoulder made me smile.

Soren followed my gaze, finding his strong, muscled back, with my Mark inked there, reflected in the large mirror leaning against the back wall of my bedroom.

Good, the Bond purred in my chest.

Soren’s lips fell to my neck, but that wasn’t good enough. I grabbed his face in my hands, pulling his mouth to mine. He wasn’t hurried anymore and he took his sweet time torturing me within an inch of my sanity.

With every slow glide of his tongue, my hips pressed down against his length more forcefully. He kept my hands pinned to my side so I couldn’t position him against me, turning me into a writhing, sloppy mess just trying to chase the feeling of his skin against mine.

Eventually, I was so heated I had to use his refusal to hurt me against him. I twisted and pulled on my hands until he was forced to release me, going straight for his hard length.

When I finally sank down on him, a guttural sound of relief left my throat. I could have stayed like that, as close to him as any person would come, but my hips started moving on their own accord, grinding back and forth in small movements.

Soren took over, digging his strong hands into my hips and moving me.