Like a beast waking from hibernation, my body begins to move. I pull out and drive back inside her, my eyes locked on where we’re joined. Every muscle tenses and rolls as I start to hammer into her, my cock craving for the darkest corner inside her.
Every thrust is met with restraint from Hana’s inner walls. Dominant and savage, I fight to conquer her body, forcing her to submit.
Lifting my gaze, I imprison Hana’s lust-darkened eyes. A seductive look relaxes her features, her black lashes lowering over her eyes. Her hips begin to meet my thrusts, her nipples hard pebbles begging for my teeth.
My mouth curves up as she surrenders. My fingers dig into her skin, and with a biting hold, I begin to yank her against me while I plunge harder inside her.
My release creeps closer, stealthily clawing its way down my spine. My breaths become explosive, my heart battering my ribs.
A fine coating of sweat makes Hana’s skin shimmer like a million stars. Her hands free the covers only to grab hold of my wrists. When her nails sink into my skin, my fingers dig deeper into her hips.
Hana’s entire body begins to move like a wave rolling to shore, making me hammer into her as hard and fast as I can. Our harsh breaths, and the sound of my pelvis hitting her pussy, is soon joined by Hana’s whimpers. Her nails dig deeper as her body begins to quiver like a coil that’s about to snap.
“Come, Hana,” I demand, way too close to my own orgasm.
With a scream, her body bows off the bed. Her breathing stops, and an agonizingly breathtaking expression tightens her features.
Hana begins to convulse in my hold, whimpers and sighs from her parted lips creating the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Time slows down, and I become highly aware of her inner walls clamping down on my cock. My gaze burns over Hana’s glistening skin, her pebbled nipples, her fluttering chest, her exposed neck, her parted lips, before locking onto her dazed eyes.
Every muscle feels like it’s about to snap as I drive as deep as I can inside her. My orgasm builds, and like a towering God, my body bows back. My head falls back as a growl escapes from my clenched teeth. The moment is filled with intensity, my throat straining, my ass clenching, my cock swelling. All it takes is one squeeze from Hana’s pussy to make me crash into her.
With a savage snarl, I resume hammering into her as my cock jerks, forcing shudders through my body. Fire pours through my veins while I erupt like a volcano that has laid dormant for years.
My body slows, and I grind against her as I ride the last of my orgasm. Coming down from the high heavens Hana brought me to, I plunge back to the dark depths of my soul.
Chapter 12
HANA
I’m so numb that when Tristan pulls out of me, and he moves back, my legs just slump down the side of the bed.
My eyes drift closed as I try to process the intensity of what just happened. It feels as if Tristan set fire to whoever I was, and out of the ashes, a new woman rose.
He dominated me in such a way that my soul is bound to his. Forever.
I hear him move and the sound of water running in the bathroom. I can still feel him inside me even though he’s in another room.
I’m not aware that I’m lying naked on his bed.
Ravaged. Claimed. Possessed.
I’m highly attuned to the power pouring from him in waves. It forces the air particles to give way as he moves.
Even the universe submits to him.
I feel him come toward me, and then the bed dips beneath his weight. He slides an arm under my back and another under my knees. I’m lifted to his chest, and my temple finds his shoulder as he carries me to the bathroom.
I hear the water move, and I assume Tristan’s stepping into the luxurious sunken bath.
As Tristan sits down, he positions me on his lap. The balmy water soothes my body. Bath salts fill the air with a fresh aroma.
His arm wraps tightly around my back, and his other hand presses against my cheek. I feel his breath on my hair. For the longest moment, he just holds me before he nudges my face up.
I open my eyes, and I’m met with his blue gaze that reminds me of shattered ice. He tilts his head to the right while the corner of his mouth lifts, and then he murmurs, “My soul. My light.” He presses a tender kiss to my mouth, then his voice rumbles low, “Mine.”
Lifting my arms, I wrap them around him and bury my face in the crook of his neck.
He hasn’t said the words I love you, but I can feel it in the deepest part of my soul. I see it in his eyes. I feel it in his touch.