“I’ve never owned anything in my entire life. I can’t start with something as salient as you.”
Two fingers shove deeply into me, and my moan is devoured, his kiss pressing hard as he fucks me with his hand even harder.
My palms are sliding down the fine press of his tuxedo, making haste to get to the black belt that’s hidden beneath his jacket. The buckle falls open, but a sharp edge slices along my finger as I pull away.
It’s a minor cry of pain, but he hears it. And he stops abruptly. He pulls back from me. His hand lifts to mine, and he cradles my palm in his. A drop of blood slides down my index finger, and he watches it intently. So intently, I lift my hand and bring it to his lips. They part but not nearly enough. The crimson color slides over his lips, and the pink of his tongue slips out to take me into the warmth of his mouth. His eyes close with a look of pure pleasure.
And it’s then that I push down his pants, and ever so slowly, slide my sex along the hard length of his cock. A groan rumbles across my finger, and he releases my hand to grip my curves tightly.
“Fuck me. Please,” he begs, and I love the sound of it. His dark voice is laced with a growling, threatening tone, but the words he speaks are pleading.
He’s letting me own him. Or at least, he’s trying to. He just isn’t used to relenting to someone, I don’t think. That alone makes me want him even more.
The tip of his pulsing cock grinds across my clit, and I take my time watching the alighted neediness brighten his dark eyes.
“Please,” he whispers more gently against my lips. His words are softer, but his hands on my hips are painful. They’re the hands of a man who isn’t used to asking for anything.
It’s his kiss that makes me weak though. All the pretty words in the world are nothing compared to the slow, dominating way he kisses me.
My hands wrap around his smooth horns once more as I lift myself. As much as he tries to give me power, his hands are greedy. He shoves my hips down hard, but I fight him for it. I buck against his strength. Inch by inch, it’s a push and pull of our bodies as I enjoy the slickness of his cock working me ever so slowly. It’s a war between us. A fight to see who will finish first.
If I even let him finish at all.
At the last second, I give in. And his palms slam my hips down until his length is as deep as he can possibly go.
“Fucckk,” he hisses against my jagged gasp.
The galaxy in his eyes shines up to me as I thrust down him on a slow, torturing rhythm. Deeper he tries to grind into me, but I don’t let him. I hold his horns and set the pace that’s making me wetter and wetter with every hard inch he sinks into me.
When I slide down slowly the next time... it’s almost painful. My eyes widen. His smile tilts mischievously.
“That’s the thing about Phucas and Shapeshifters, things can be as big—or as thick—as I need them to be.” He pauses, remembering who’s in charge. “Asyouwant them to be.”
I nod, and that’s the only signal he needs. My walls stretch as he takes control, fucking me at a faster pace that spirals trembling energy all through my core. He stretches me even more, pulsing his thickness in such an extreme way it makes me insane with lust. He fucks me even harder. I’m barely hanging on as his pace becomes violent and unforgiving.
The cry of my moans carries through the cold, cruel wind. It twirls my hair around us. Thunder cracks, shaking through my chest and into his.
And then rain pours down across our entangled bodies. Raindrops thrum against my flesh, and I find myself meeting his punishing thrusts, wanting more, needing to find the edge that’s so damn close now.
He’s slick against me. He’s demanding. He wants my stubborn release more than I do.
And then he gives it to me.
He slams in hard, thrusting as deep as he can go and then even more. My head tips back to the rain as my entire body shakes in his arms. Then it all washes over me. Splattering colors flicker as my eyes tightly close, and everything unravels.
He keeps going, dragging out the wild sensation for several minutes before he, too, is groaning along my neck.
We’re as close as we possibly can be, and I just want to stay like that forever. He holds me, uncaring of the storm raining down on us and drenching our fine clothes.
He never does let me go.
Until the chiming of an ominous clock rings out. A fearful scream follows that sound. And then my heart drops.
The festivities have begun.
Chapter Twenty
When the doorcloses quietly behind us, screams of agony fill the room. But the patrons on the second level are all seated calmly, their heads angled to see over the railing at the events below. Magic glints across Synder’s face, morphing him into that golden boy appearance once more. My heart stutters to see him hide himself away again. He follows behind me at a slow pace, putting distance between the two of us as we quickly rush to the edge of the balcony.