Chapter 18 #3
“Gentle,” I said as I felt his mouth all over: licking, sucking, and biting my neck.
He palmed my breast with one hand and pinched the nipple between his fingers, which produced a burning feeling of pleasure-pain.
Almost immediately, our conjoined bodies grew slick with sweat.
I traced the half-moons on his back made by his tensed muscles.
My legs wrapped tight around his hips as they slammed furiously into me, making the bedsprings creak underneath us.
I felt it all. All the way. He was sliding in and out of me with unreal speed and force, mixing pleasure with slight pain.
My head spun. It felt like I was trapped on some terrifyingly out-of-control merry-go-round.
I could hear his panting in my ear, his mouth branding me.
“G-gentle,” I managed, barely able to get the word out, but Neil didn’t seem to hear me anyway. He was completely enclosed in his own bubble of pleasure as he thrust deep into me. Completely at the mercy of that overwhelming sensation, my vision blurred, and all I could hear were muffled sounds.
I tilted my face down to look between our bodies and watched the inverted triangle of his pubic area colliding with my own sex. I examined the pikorua that ended just above his groin on his left side and watched his abs contract with effort as the sheets tangled around both of us.
“Gentle… Neil…” His name came out breathy, more like a plea than anything else.
I moved my hands up to the headboard and wrapped my fingers around the bars there, trying to find something I could use to stabilize my body, which was jerking and sliding with each thrust. Instead, I got the exact opposite: The wrought-iron headboard banged against the wall like it was trying to get through to the other side as Neil continued to pound into me with all his might.
“Neil,” I cried out, alarmed and thrilled in equal measure.
I squeezed my eyes shut and brought my hands back down to his sweat-slicked back.
“Shh…” He silenced me with a kiss. Passionate.
Lewd. Rough. He forced his tongue into my mouth and worked it there furiously as he continued to crash his groin into mine.
My breath caught in my chest, and I panted like a dog.
I couldn’t keep pace with him, couldn’t match his rhythm.
That had never happened before. I began to panic because I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t break through his bubble.
“Neil…slow down…” I tried to say, but he ignored me once again.
He seemed completely untethered. Untamable.
A lion savaging his prey in a fit of blind fury.
At the same time, my own body was sending me mixed signals.
Even as I grew more aroused and slicker, I also began to ache and feel dizzy.
Abruptly, he mouthed my neck, giving me at least a small chance to catch my breath, but his muscular chest was still crushing mine, pressing down on my lungs.
My heart had gone crazy, throbbing not just in my temples but in my throat, my wrists, my stomach, and against my ribs.
Everything about the moment was insane, twisted, and animalistic, but also…
damnably hot. I was experiencing something so erotic, so indescribably intense.
“Keep up with me, Selene, because I’m not going to slow down…
” he rasped into my ear, urging me to match his headlong pace.
So I committed myself. All the way. I clung to his back, dug my heels into the mattress, and thrust my hips up to meet each of his strokes.
“Good, like that… Just like that…” I bit down on his shoulder and began to rock as well, really taking every bit of him, pushing past my limits.
All at once, my back arched, and I let out an uncontrolled scream.
Then I began to shake all over as I abandoned myself to an orgasm that was as powerful as it was surprising.
But Neil just kept moving. He didn’t stop even for a second.
In then out.
Out then in.
Out of his mind.
Honestly, if someone had asked me to describe what was happening in that moment, I wouldn’t have known what to say. It was something grand, savage, painful, but unique—so damned unique. And, to my surprise, I discovered that I enjoyed it. It was ecstasy. Pleasure. Life.
I dug a hand into his damp hair and gritted my teeth in both pleasure and pain.
“You’re hurting me, you prick,” I hissed into his ear, feeling him grin against the crook of my neck as though he’d been waiting for me to say those exact words.
He sat back abruptly on his heels and gathered me into his arms. I found myself straddling him like that, our faces level with each other and my thighs open over his groin.
“I may not be able to come, but I can still try…” He held me down against him and rubbed my ass before slamming my back against the mattress, and then I was underneath him again.
Finally, I realized what he was trying to do: He wanted to break through the mental block that was keeping him from climaxing.
He was fighting himself, and it was a war indeed.
“You’re going to feel me everywhere. Today, tomorrow, the whole week,” he blurted out, slowly extracting himself from me.
With each inch that pulled free from my exhausted, burning channel, I grew stiffer.
I didn’t have time to catch my breath, though, because he pushed into me again, deeper this time and with even more force and speed.
He felt like a hot blade slicing through my flesh, no trace of gentleness in him.
His hands fisted the sheets. I scraped my nails down his back, repaying him in kind but nothing could stop him.
“Give me all of you. Your pain, your fear, your frustration. I can take it. I can take you,” I whispered into his ear and closed my eyes as he thrust savagely into me again.
I emitted a cry of pleasure from so deep within me that it scraped my throat on the way out.
I mumbled his name, and when I tried to sit up slightly to change position, Neil pushed me back down with one hand. I was breathless, sweaty, and drained.
“Shut up, Selene. That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he growled irritably as he delved in and out of me like a beast, though he let out a moan so unmistakably manly that I shuddered.
It occurred to me then that I had been totally conquered by him. Neil had full control, power, and command over me, and nothing was going to stop him. He pressed in again, and my breath caught, my back bowed, and I screamed again, orgasming around him.
“Keep going.” I licked his throat and stroked his skin.
I wanted him to feel free. I wanted him to face down his demons.
I wanted him to know that I would do anything for him.
Neil muttered something before biting my lower lip and sucking it into his mouth.
Beads of sweat covered his forehead, his eyes were glowing, and his amber skin shone like it had been polished.
To me, he was as radiant as the sun, and I trembled beneath him.
“You don’t have to feel wrong. I’ll never judge you,” I said again into his ear, just a whisper amid our panting breaths and the sounds of our bodies meeting, the groaning springs, the sweat, the commingled scents, and the deep, vibrant odor of sex.
“You’d just think I was a monster.” He licked my throat in response and moved down to my breasts. He bent over a nipple and sucked it greedily, working it painfully between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue again.
“No. I wouldn’t think that,” I answered with some difficulty, feeling his guttural groan against my ear. My hands continued to roam over his body. I worshipped all of him: those broad shoulders, that strong back, his slim hips, and butt like marble.
He was a peerless Adonis. A sex machine.
A mass of muscle and sin.
And I did love to sin. With him.
Neil was flawed and unmanageable.
But in that moment, he was also mine.
I touched his soul with my words and whispered all my thoughts into his ear as I waited for him to come.
I was waiting for this savage coupling to end so I could cuddle close to him and hold him.
But Neil still seemed to be far from the finish line.
He kept drilling into me, more wound up than ever.
I, on the other hand, had stopped feeling my body rebounding like a spring with each impact.
Instead, I felt like I had liquefied into the mattress—melted and run like wax when the fire gets too close.
My hair was a mess, my cheeks were burning, my legs ached, and my body had been beaten to a pulp by the multiple orgasms he’d given me.
“I don’t know if…” he managed between gasps, and I lifted my head up to kiss his collarbone with the last of the strength I possessed. Neil looked at me, aroused, ecstatic, and lost.
His nose grazed mine, a drop of sweat dribbling down from his forehead onto my cheek while his lips hovered just over mine, suspended in the midst of our labored breathing.
For just a moment, he ceased his assault, but then he picked it back up again, fast and frenzied, punching into me with rapid, deep strokes.
“You’ll do it; keep going,” I said, my worn-out voice almost inaudible. I put my hands on his hips in an attempt to moderate his thrusts.
But Neil was in the race to orgasm now.
He bolted like a spooked horse, unable to stop himself. I wavered between moments of intense pleasure and moments of true fear that he was going to hurt me, albeit unintentionally. And even though this way of taking me and claiming me was patently insane, I only continued to get more aroused.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight…” he noted in a rough, sensual tone. Involuntarily, I contracted all my pelvic muscles to increase the friction between us as Neil moved unstoppably inside me.