I roll my hips into her, and she shudders against me, whimpers falling from her lips.
The moonlight spears through the balcony doors, painting our bodies in a soft aura only heaven can create. My eyes trace the curves of our bodies, soft lines that separate her soul from mine.
Two beings, scarred and desecrated, yet we look like fucking art. A masterpiece even da Vinci couldn’t do justice. I want to pin her to the wall and show her what art looks like when it’s fueled by passion.
“When you’re scared and can hardly breathe, this is where I’ll be. Deep inside of you. Whether I’m with you physically, or in your heart, I’m always going to be there.”
She shivers, and I withdraw my hips before driving deep inside her, pulling out a husky moan from her throat.
My control slips, and I let myself break for a moment, my head falling back, eyes rolling, and a groan escaping from the feel of her perfect cunt wrapped around me.
Goddamn nirvana.
Dropping my chin, I trace the curve of her thrumming neck with my lips, then bite down right over her pulse like a man possessed. Her fear tastes so much better than I imagined.
She inhales sharply, and I slide my mouth up to her ear, enamored by the way she shivers beneath me.
“I will chase away your demons, Adeline, and they will run and hide because I’m fucking scarier.”
I thrust inside of her deeply to emphasize my point, earning a sharp gasp. Her hand slaps down on my hip, sliding back until her claws dig into my ass.
“Zade,” she whispers, arching her back and grinding into me.
Biting back another groan, I lift her leg and hook my arm beneath her knee, keeping my thrusts short and hard and hitting that sweet spot inside of her that makes her pussy weep. Addie’s eyes roll, sleep-addled moans filling the room and inside my chest, spurring me to fuck her harder and faster.
I anchor her leg higher by sliding my hand up to her throat and squeezing tightly, eliciting higher-pitched moans with the new angle. I clench my teeth, overcome with a rainfall of emotions. Rage. Love. Need. Obsession.
As they swell and magnify, my hand ascends up her neck and to the underside of her jaw.
“Look at me while I ruin you, Adeline.”
Grip harsh, I jerk her face towards mine, capturing her wide caramel pools with my own.
“You will always be mine,” I growl. “Even in your fucking nightmares.”
A cry rolls past her lips, but she doesn’t shy away. No, she meets each and every one of my thrusts with a force of her own.
Pleasure races down my spine, gathering at the base and nearly blinding me with ecstasy.
“Oh my God, Zade, please,” she pleads breathlessly.
Releasing her jaw, I slide my hand down the planes of her stomach to her drenched pussy, the tips of my fingers teasing her clit.
“You pray so pretty, little mouse,” I murmur. “But I want to hear you screaming for mercy.”
I pull out of her, my dick protesting loudly, and it’s almost painful to roll away from her to dig through the nightstand.
“What are you doing?” she groans, and I just know her pussy is clenching, searching for me.
Grabbing what I need, I tuck her back into my arms. Her chin rests on her shoulder as she tries to figure out what I’m up to. She looks fucking divine slathered in the moonlight, and it almost distracts me.
Uncapping the lube, I soak my dick in the liquid, gritting my te
eth as I spread it down my length. Still reeling from the loss of her pussy, my hips thrust into my hand involuntarily like a savage with no restraint.
It’s like I’ve always told her—I have no fucking control with her.
“Zade,” she draws out, alarm bells ringing in the tone of her voice.