That was better. She wasn’t mad any longer. She thought me slightly insane. I was. For her.
“You need me and I want you to take what you need. I’ll give it to you. Not from a consort. Me. My cock is yours mate. Look at it. See how hard it is. That’s all for you. It’s only ever been this way for you and you know that. Look at my hands. Shackled. I can’t touch you. Can’t do anything but feel the wet clench of your pussy as you surround my cock. Use it. Use me. We will both love it.”
She bit her lip, thinking. But I knew her body, recognized the look in her eyes when she was about to give me what I wanted.
Control. Surrender.
Mine. She was mine, even as I was restrained.
“Come. Here.” The command was firm this time, from a male to his mate, a mate who suffered. Who needed.
“This is insane,” she repeated. Her words were barely more than a whisper, but she turned to face me, stepped forward, lifted her skirt so I had a brief glimpse of her ankles and climbed onto the small, flat mattress. Her knees settled on either side of my thighs. My arms moved automatically, to pull her close, press her body to mine, but the sharp bite of manacles against my flesh forced me to hold still, afraid to startle her by struggling further. My cock was hard and firm against her stomach, the fabric of my pants the only thing between us. Already, I could feel the wet heat of her core, even through my prisoner’s garb.
“Kiss me, Faith. Forget this place, where we are. Forget about everything else and let me fill you up.”
Her breath was coming in little pants and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were so dark, heated with her Ardor’s need. “God, you make me crazy.”
I hoped that was a good thing and leaned forward to claim her lips with my own.
Her small hands moved down my body, between us, and freed my cock as I kissed her, reveled in the taste of her on my tongue. It was addictive. Feminine. I’d never get enough.
I groaned. She moaned. Softened for me as she lifted higher on her knees, then settled down onto my hard cock. We both shuddered at the feel of it. Fuck, her pussy lips wrapped around the crown before I sank in, opening her up. She was so wet, my entry was easy. She kissed me once more before her mouth moved to linger on my jaw before she nuzzled my neck, her hot breath fanning my skin.
“Thor,” she almost whimpered. She was seated right on my lap, completely filled with my cock. She remained still, and I wasn’t sure if I could survive the delicious feel of her.
There were tears in that voice, pain. Uncertainty. And yet she’d let me in, joined us as one.
“It’s all right,” I murmured. “Do it. Feel me. Let me take care of you. Please, Faith. Please.” I was begging now. Begging her to move. To ride me. To take my energy and fill herself up. I wanted to be part of her forever. I wanted to know that it was my life force that made her strong. Whole. “Please, baby. Move. Take me.”
Pinned to the wall like an insect, I felt powerless. Helpless, and yet powerful, for I was the one to give this to her. The one to make her pussy all but drip with her need. Her inner walls clench and clutch my cock. My energy transferring to her, giving her the relief she needed.
If, when we were done here, Faith walked away from me, I knew, somehow I knew, that I’d lose her forever.
“I can’t do this.” She leaned back, sitting harder on my cock, taking me deeper, not in pleasure, but as a side effect. She gasped as I bottomed out. I yanked against the chains, desperate to break free. To hold her to me.
No! Fuck, no. I was crammed inside her tight pussy, and yet I was losing her.
I lost my mind, just for a moment, knowing she was mentally drifting away. “No!” I pulled with all my might against the restraints, blood running from fresh cuts at my wrists.
She pulled her head back, eyes wide on my arms. “Stop it! Right now.”
Faith kissed me. Hard. Over and over until I stopped struggling. “Hold still. Okay? Just trust me for a minute.”
She held my gaze, those dark brown eyes no longer sad, but filled with resolve. To leave me? Kill me? Fuck me senseless. I had no idea. But she needed me to hold still, so I would, no matter the cost. Sweat dripped from my brow as I nodded. She grinned and kissed me again. Slower. Deeper. Buried her fingers in my hair and tugged just hard enough to let me know she was already riding the edge of release.
She shifted her hips and moved on my cock, moaning with pleasure. Heat built between us and I felt the sweet release of tension in my body as she drained the excess energy from me, claiming it for her own. Feeding her Ardor. “Maybe we should try this again someday. Tying each other up.” Lifting her hips, she slid back down, taking me deeper still. “Under different circumstances, of course.”
“Mate, what are you talking about?” She had me so confused, so wound up, I had no idea what was going on.
“This.” Reaching up, she somehow released the bolts from the wall, the manacles dropping to hang with a soft clinking sound along the stone. The restraints around my ankles collapsed as well, falling to the floor with a thud.
I was free.
The door was open.
And my mate was riding my cock. Hard. And calling out my name as if I were a god. As if I were the life force she needed to breathe instead of the traitor she thought me to be.
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