Adrik was helping me to heal in the only way I knew how—by taking back control of my own life.
I knelt beside him on the bed, admiring the cut lines of his abdomen and how they tapered to a perfect V at his waist.
Every inch of him was immaculately outlined, even the little dark hairs trailing down from his belly button. I bent to trace the path with my tongue, earning me a groan from the virile male beneath me.
Mmm, I liked that sound very much.
I wanted to hear it again.
Straddling one muscular thigh, I leaned over to lick him once more, this time to the heart of his groin. The heat of his cock brushed my cheek, the allure of his perfection calling to my mouth. I took him deep, the way Necros always demanded.
A chill swept across my skin at the thought, my neck tensing as I waited for a hand to clamp onto my scalp and force me further.
“Valora,” Adrik said, my name resembling a curse on his tongue and pulling me expertly back to him when my mind threatened to drift. His muscles were tense, his jaw tightened in apparent agony, but he held himself still.
I’m in control.
This is my choice.
Not his.
I can do whatever I want.
Each potent thought heated my blood all the more, eliciting a craving from deep within. Adrik was mine to explore, to touch, to fuck, to enjoy.
He was the toy now.
A very willing one, if the substance coating my tongue was any indication.
And oh, he tasted different in the best way. I sucked him harder, desiring more, and moaned as he indulged me with another hint of his cum. So decadent, salty, and all Adrik.
I released him from my mouth with a pop and crawled over him, kissing and licking and nipping his muscular flesh all the way up to his mouth. “Can I…?” I swallowed, uncertain of how to voice my cravings. But I wanted to know this was okay. To feel him come on my terms, not his.
“You have my permission to do whatever you want, little bird,” he murmured, his voice rough and sexy and tantalizing my senses. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, a new yearning stirring between my legs.
I’m on top.
I’d never been in this position before, and I wanted—no, needed—to explore it.
I moved slightly downward, feeling his stiff length between my damp folds, and groaned in both pain and yearning. Whatever Necros had done, it’d hurt. Badly.
And now I wanted Adrik to heal me. But in my own way.
He hissed as I shifted my hips, his abdomen clenching beneath me. The manner in which he bit his lip told me he was trying to hold back, to not reach out and take over.
I couldn’t imagine how difficult this was for him, almost wanted to give in and let him claim me, except I needed this. Something he seemed to understand as I sat up and lifted myself to position him at my entrance.
His eyes met mine, reminding me of smoldering obsidian. An intense hunger lurked there, one barely tempered that leaked into the harsh lines of his body.
I slowly guided him inside, biting my lip to keep from crying out at the odd mixture of pleasure and pain.
It hurt, my insides abused and aching, but still I took him, deeper and deeper, until I couldn’t take another inch.
Adrik never broke eye contact, his arms still tucked behind his head even as a tear rolled down my cheek. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, staring at one another, absorbing the moment, his hard cock filling me to completion as I worked to accept the agony thriving throughout my core.
Until, finally, I could move again.
Slowly. Steadily. Purposefully.