He got her on hands and knees, pulling her hair back and hammering into her, his pace increasing, his stamina consistent, and she realized he’d never unleashed the full force of it on her.
“Harder,” she pleaded as she did before, and this time, he answered. “I’ll hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she argued, turning her neck to see him. “I’m not fragile. Now fuck me like you mean it.”
He tugged her head back, almost tilting it upside down, and kissed her, his hips picking up the pace just mildly. It wouldn’t do.
“Think of me moving on,” she deliberately used the term he hated. “Look at me now, on my hands and knees for you, exactly how you love it, and take me. Take me like I’m yours.”
“You are mine,” he growled, biting the side of her neck in a move that made her grapple for the sheets.
“Then show me. I don’t feel it.”
He snapped.
He pushed her down into the bed, completely immobilizing her, and leaned into her ear. “Don’t hate me tomorrow when you’re too sore to sit.”
And Zephyr realized the extent to which he’d been holding himself back.
She couldn’t move, she couldn’t react, she couldn’t do a thing except lie there with her hips in the air and take it, the force of his thrusts making the bed creak, the power behind each snap making her fist the sheets, the angle of each hit making her delirious as the edge of discomfort spiraled with pleasure that made her teeth chatter and body shake and mind blank. She was nothing but sensation, hanging on as he rode her, hard enough that she didn’t even recognize the sounds she made anymore.
She came again. And again. And again. Endlessly, her body jerking and blacks expanding behind her lids, her mind going completely numb to anything but the reactions in her body, her heart thundering inside her chest, her lust frantic, her love infinite, her life his.
She probably passed out, because the next few minutes were blank. She came to lying on her stomach, him at her side, his chest heaving as he looked at her with that singular golden gaze, his fingers pushing his seed back inside her body.
Damn.
"Don't leave me again, rainbow," he spoke quietly in the space between them. "I don't know if I'll ever remember anything. I don't know if what I feel is love. I don't know what the future holds. But I know I want you by my side. I know I don't want to forget you now."
Zephyr melted, her heart softening. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm not going anywhere, handsome. I've loved you as a boy and I love you as a beast. All of you has always been loved by me."
They shared the air for a long moment. "Remember when I told you my heart was a dead scar tissue?"
"Hmm."
"I feel it pumping again with you. My lifeblood. My little rainbow."
And he was hers. With his words warming her to the bone, Zephyr slept with her husband by her side.