Perhaps I should have left those on.
I pulled the fabric down with my teeth until her lush nipple was on display, and then quickly sucked the taut peak into my mouth.
I moaned as an orgasm drew tight in my balls, threatening to spill from me when she moaned and tugged my hair, and I knew the taste of her skin was already an addiction.
There was no doubt she felt my cock, hot and throbbing against her hip. There was no hiding her effect on me, my desperation. How badly I needed her. I was a Velerion warrior, and yet, she had no idea exactly how much power she would have over me.
“Oh God, Darius,” she groaned.
Her deep breathing, her cries of obvious pleasure filled the small room, went straight to my cock.
Holding her up with my left arm, I slipped my right low, to her center and slid two fingers deep. The wet heat of her pulsed and clamped down on the invasion, and she thrust her hips toward me with a sudden jolt. “I want you.”
“Not yet. Come for me. Give yourself to me.”
“No.”
She gasped when I withdrew my touch, then pushed deep. “Yes.”
“No. Not like this. I want you inside me.”
Fuck.
Was she a weapon sent to destroy me?
Face pressed to her neck, I breathed in the scent of her skin, her arousal, her hair. I listened to her breathing, her heart racing. Every whimper sent lightning down my spine. She didn’t remain still. No, she shifted her hips in time with the movement of my fingers, taking them deeper. Her skin bloomed with sweat; her head thrashed, her hair a wild tangle against the wall.
Her eyes were closed, her mouth pressed to my ear. “Fuck me, Darius. Fuck me now.”
I lost control. That reserved voice and clipped tone. Begging. For me. To do exactly what I wanted more than I had ever wanted anything.
My wet fingers fumbled with the opening of my pants as I pulled my cock free and positioned myself. “Lily?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I won’t be able to control myself. I can’t be gentle.”
“I don’t care.”
The sound that came from my throat as I pressed into her, filled her, fucked her, made her mine was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I used both hands to hold her by her thighs, open and exposed and mine to take, just as the beast had done in her story.
Buried balls-deep, I pulled out slowly, then slammed deep.
Her panting turned into a keening wail as her core pulsed and spasmed around me, as she gave me the orgasm I’d demanded.
“Yes, yes! Yes!”
“That’s it. Give yourself to me. Your control. Come, mate. Again. Fucking come again.”
I moved hard and fast, fucking her until the only sound in the room was the slapping of skin on skin, until she surrendered to me. Again. And again. One orgasm rolled into another. Her entire body tightened like a bow, a scream erupting from her throat as she clenched and gripped my cock.
Seeing her pleasure was my undoing. My body shuddered, arched, the orgasm like a painful fist twisting my balls into a release that stole my breath and my sanity. I would never be the same. I knew and accepted the truth with an ease that would have shocked me mere hours ago.
I belonged to this woman. She was mine, and I would do anything—anything—to protect her.
Long minutes later my body cooled, and I tried to catch my breath, to be able to fucking see clearly. I still held her pressed to the wall, but she was soft and submissive in my hold, her hands stroking my hair now, no longer pulling.
This new, peaceful side of Lily filled me with contentment like I’d never known. I never wanted to move, wanted to remain buried inside her soft body for the rest of my life.