Boneless.
Breathless.
Speechless.
“Well,” he says, lifting his head. “You didn’t give me a lot of time to enjoy myself. Sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”
I can’t even respond, I’m still chasing my breath, my hands dropping away from his hair and making fists in the sheets again.
In a flash, he’s on top of me, the quick movement taking me off-guard, like a mouse caught when the cat pounces.
A breath of surprise is caught in my throat while he pins my wrists above my head with one hand and straddles me, big strong muscular thighs on either side of mine.
He leans down, kissing me, wet and messy, but still soft. A sense of teasing that deepens as I open my mouth to him, letting him in, letting him consume me, because that’s all I want, to be consumed.
Take me, take all of me.
With one hand on my wrists, binding them together, he brings the other to his cock, rubbing it against my clit, so slick and wet and I’m crying out again, dying from my need for him. Fingertips reach down, stroking over me until I’m seconds from coming.
You’re going to be a handful, he says in a low, rough voice in my head, taking his hand away.
But I don’t have a reply to that. My brain has been wiped clean of all thought.
I arch my back, wanting, needing, aching.
“Fuck,” he grumbles.
And then he pushes himself inside me with one sharp thrust.
“God,” I cry out, the feeling of air being pushed from my lungs, my body expanding around the size of him. My eyes are open wide, and my gaze catches his as he hovers over me. He watches me closely, his pupils turning his eyes black, his mouth open as he lets out a shuddering breath, trying to remain in control.
The length of him slides into me for what feels like eternity, until I have to close my eyes and give myself to him completely.
“Lenore,” he murmurs, the word choking in this throat. He puts his face to my neck, taking my earlobe in his teeth, tugging on it until his cock is pressed into the hilt. He’s filling me up more than I could have ever thought, making me realize how many carved out spaces there were inside of me, just waiting for him.
It’s good.
So good.
“Solon,” I whisper, my voice ragged as I run my fingers down his back, relishing the feel of his strength, loving the look of his body over mine. Fuck.
He moves his mouth away from my ear, his lips going to mine as he pulls his cock out before driving it back in again. I gasp into his mouth, the movement tearing a savage growl from the depths of him.
So, this is the animal, I think.
“You don’t even know the half of it,” Solon says against my lips, his voice breaking a little, and when I move my head back to look at him, I see different versions of him coming across his feverish eyes.
Obsessed, savage, adoring.
I’d take any one of them.
Another low groan comes from the depths of him, his hand clasping tighter around my wrists, the other skimming over my breasts, and he’s pumping himself back inside of me with each thrust of his powerful hips. Over and over again, our cool, smooth skin brushing against each other until it’s like there’s nothing between us at all.
I cry out, my body a slave to every touch, thrust, lick, moan, and he’s working me, his pace building, stronger, faster, and then I realize that things are getting rough because he lets go of my wrists, starts pulling at my hair until I’m gasping.
Then he somehow moves us further back into the bed, until my upper back is propped up by the pillows and the headboard behind it. This is when I have a fleeting realization that perhaps sex with someone with immeasurable strength might be asking for trouble.
But there’s no turning back now, not when his cock drives in deeper, wringing all the pleasure out of me, not when I feel our bodies meld with each and every tight pump of his hips.