Chapter 14 #2
“It’s not real yet,” I blurt out. He saw it—there’s no use hiding what I’m worried about. “What if I can’t control the darkness?”
He takes my shoulders in his hands, gripping them tight. I find the pressure soothes me, distracting my body from its panic.
“Listen, Ana Angevire,” he says. “You are mine, you belong to me. I wouldn’t ever let you get out of control. Do you hear me?”
It works, his possessive words reminding me I’m never on my own, in this or in anything else. I have someone watching over me every step of the way. I want more of it—of that promise of control.
“Show me,” I say. I reach up and pull his face down to mine.
He tries to meet me softly at first, but as my mouth roughly clashes with his, he leans into the heat, pushing back.
When I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, he groans, and I feel the delicious twinge of his pain through the bond, mingling with our mutual pleasure.
His eyes meet mine with a question in them.
“Is this what you want, my love?”
“Yes,” I reply across the mooring as I lap at his swollen lip. “Show me how you’d conquer the monster, how you’d control her if she got loose.”
Maybe it’s a little unhinged, asking for this instead of something sweet or tender, but I don’t want comforting right now. I want to be contained, overpowered. That’s what will make me feel safe.
“Happily, my love,” he says.
The look in his eyes is so dangerously hungry, and my body is already responding, yearning to be taken. I wriggle against him, my nipples peaking as my breasts tighten. His eyes drop to them, and with one swift movement, he grips my nightgown and rips it along the seam, exposing my naked chest.
He licks his lips, tracing a finger around the edge of one breast before he pinches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I buck against him, squealing, as the nip of pain runs across my nerves, bringing them to surging life.
But it’s not enough, and he feels that through the bond, aware of every flare of desire—and every unsated appetite.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he orders, his voice nothing but cold command, and the ache between my legs sharpens. When I’m too slow to move, he picks me up, flipping me over like I weigh nothing and tossing me down on the mattress. I’m utterly at his mercy, and it thrills me. Thrills us both.
“Who do you belong to, Ana?”
“You,” I gasp as he hauls me up onto my knees.
“And are you going to do as I say, princess? Or am I going to have to show you what happens when you disobey?”
My hands ball in the sheets as he shoves my legs apart with his knees. I gasp when his fingers thrust inside me, and he leans forward, twisting his other hand into my loose hair.
“I asked you a question,” he says as he curls his fingertips, rubbing against my inner walls.
His tone is utterly commanding, but it feels as comforting as the pulse of warm, shining love I feel constantly through the mooring.
Whatever his mood, whatever his tone, he is mine, and I am safe with him.
Which means I can let every inhibition go.
“You’ll have to make me behave, my prince,” I respond wickedly. My hips automatically tilt back as I try to bring myself to climax on his fingers, but he tugs on my hair, forcing me to straighten up.
“As you wish.”
Without warning, his fingers are replaced by the hard, thick length of his cock.
I moan at the tight fit of it, stretching me as he buries himself deep with a single thrust. Before I can catch my breath, he’s plowing into me again, nearly knocking me off my knees with the force of it, holding me in place with a tight grip on my hip and hair.
And I love it. Tension builds in my stomach with every thrust, coiling around my senses, blocking out everything except the heady taste of this sharp-edged pleasure. I’m intoxicated by the slick glide of our bodies moving together. My muscles burn as my body starts to shake beneath him.
“Hold on, princess,” he warns. “I’m not done yet.”
A sound—half moan, half sob—escapes me as he repeatedly hits the sweet, sensitive spot deep inside and the rising wave of pleasure breaks within me.
Of course, I never have to worry about who or what I might become. I could burn the whole world down and know that Leon would never leave my side. Whatever darkness dwells inside me, he’ll love it, just like the rest of me, and keep it in check when I need him to.
As I tighten around him, Leon releases my hair and pulls me up against him, wrapping his hand around my neck, tilting it so he can kiss the delicate flesh of my throat.
“Do you have any idea how much I love this neck?” he growls. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
Then he slams home one last time, locking his arm around my waist so we’re joined tight as he fills me, and for a moment the very earth beneath us shakes, rumbling with the force of his climax.
As we collapse together back down onto the bed, I know better than ever how much Leon loves me. And not just because of the mooring and the blazing warmth shining across it but because of how, even in our roughest, sharpest moments, he makes me feel safe. He makes me feel like me.