20. Fire to Burn the World
SOUNDTRACK: The Devil Wears Lace by Steven Rodriguez
~ YILAN ~
My eyes closed of their own accord as Melek snarled and his chin dropped so his stubbled cheek scraped my jaw. With a shuddering breath against my neck, he nipped my earlobe, then pulled slowly out of me so I felt every inch and I shivered.
“Melek—”
His fingers tightened to the point of pain in my hair, then he thrust again and I gasped.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Yilan,” he rasped in my ear. “None. The torture of knowing you were near and unreachable…”
“We are mates, Melek. Of course I understand!”
He growled, a low, puttering rumble in his massive chest that vibrated against me. But I barely felt it because he kept taking me in single, sharp thrusts, then drawing out slowly, leaving me shaking and my skin pebbled, gasping for air, before he plowed into me again.
I fisted his hair as tightly as he gripped mine, holding him to me as he began to move, a part of me still terrified he would pull away.
“Feel me,” he grunted, then took me again, hard—and drew out, then thrust again quickly.
The joy and overwhelming pleasure of having him tore a ragged cry from my throat.
But he was still curled over me, his shoulders rolling with this thrusts as he snarled in my ear.
“Feel how I need you. Never turn your back on me again, mate. Never.”
“Then stop acting like a child —”
He snarled and gripped me tighter. “I don’t give two shits what has gone before—you are mine.”
“Yes!”
“They will not have you, Yilan. Not the Fallen. Not Turo.”
“He never has. Only you!”
He gave a strange, strangled snarl then and lifted his head.
I tried to follow, but he was still gripping the back of my hair.
His eyes shone with lust, and gleamed as he stared down at me.
I could barely breathe as he shifted his weight, then began to thrust in a rhythm, holding me against the stone so tightly I was helpless and gasping.
“ My mate,” he rumbled, his teeth gritted. “ My little assassin. My fucking Queen —”
“My warrior,” I gasped. My King—”
I inhaled sharply as he slid the hand on my thigh up to grip my ass, thrust hard, still gripping my hair as he held himself within me at the peak of his thrusts, leaving me breathless, mouth open, staring into his eyes as he loomed over me, shaking.
“You may own me, Yilan… but I own you too,” he growled.
Before I could answer, he let go of my hair, dropping that hand to my ass as well, and muttered, “Now… hold on.”
My stomach swooped as he stepped back, still pulling me onto him. But I was leaned back against the wall, my shoulders pinned to it as he drew my hips away, then his fingers dug into my ass and he held me there, guiding me as he drove into me.
A ragged cry broke in my throat as he took me, harder and harder. Teeth bared and those tendons on his neck standing proud, he stared down at me, his low moan morphing into a long, puttering growl.
Helpless in the onslaught, I grabbed for his shoulders and braced, hands clamped on him, my shoulders against the wall and my head dropping back with a thunk when he didn’t stop.
“Melek!”
“Never again, Yilan—” he said hoarsely, his fingers digging into my ass as he bent forward over my extended torso. “Never cage me from you again.”
“Then never deny me— oh!”
He curled himself over me, and still thrusting, opened his mouth wide over my nipple, sucking hard in rhythm with his thrusts so that the twin pleasures jangled through me, meeting behind my navel and clanging together, before shivering out to my limbs.
Then he switched sides, and this time pinched my nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue until my whole body trembled and squirmed with the overstimulation.
“Melek… holy shit—”
He thrust so hard he grunted and my mouth dropped open.
The pleasure peaked so that I almost came.
Clenching down on him to meet his next thrust—he snarled and shuddered, falling forward, bracing one hand on the wall as he held my weight with his other arm, then taking me hard, quickening the pace and rasping my name until my body broke.
I bowed, arching hard against the stone behind my shoulders, my legs unlocking so that only his strength kept my hips high.
Everything but him disappeared as I cried out, clinging to him like a rock in the ocean as waves of pleasure rocked through me. But I was scrambling, speechless, breathless as ecstasy picked me up and dumped me on the shore of him—and the bond blazed like the sun rising on the horizon of my soul.
And still he didn’t stop.
I was gasping, keening, shaking, my skin slick with sweat.
Deep, resonant noises rumbled in Melek’s chest, but instead of clinging and coming like I thought he would, he drew out of me in a blink and whipped me away from that wall.
For a split second my body was convinced I’d fall. I shrieked and grabbed for him. But as he turned us, snarling, I clung to his neck, trembling.
“Melek—no! Do not leave me—”
“I told you, you’re mine,” he snapped, breaking my grip on his neck and flipping me over. “There is no leaving, Yilan,” he snarled as he bent me over the wide windowsill—the cold stone a shock against my heated skin.
I sucked in a gasp—then stopped breathing as he took me in a single thrust again, this time from behind.
Instinctively, I reached out to grab for something, anything to give me purchase. But my hand breached that magik shield, and an electric zing snapped down my arm.
I cried out and Melek groaned because my core tightened on him in the reflex to pull my hand away from it.
“Oh, God, Yilan—” he groaned, then clamped one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he began to pound .
My body screamed with a pleasure so intense it was almost pain as he took me in a fury. I trembled and panted, strange noises breaking in my throat—mindless pleasure coursing through me.
I had lost control and I wouldn’t have taken it back if I could. My limbs twitched and my voice broke on every thrust.
Unable to find any other purchase, I planted one hand on the inside wall of the window, and the other on the flat stone in front of me.
Then, without stopping, Melek bent over me, his chest brushing my back. His hand on my hip came back to my hair and he tugged my head back and scraped his teeth on the corner of my jaw, then his breath rushed against my ear.
“Do you see it, Yilan?” he rasped. “See the world that would fight us?”
Jaw slack, I forced myself to blink my eyes open and take in the sight—the high moon sending a glow over the land outside the Palace—the gardens and grounds inside the wall, the dark forest canopy, then the distant lights of the city in the valley below, twinkling and shining to battle the scattered stars above.
“It’s all yours, Yilan… and you’d give it to me?”
“Earn it,” I gasped, still bracing frantically on the flat stone, utterly at his mercy. “Fight for it. I’ll give you everything if you— oh God—”
“I could do anything to you right now,” he grunted, leaning his weight on me harder so my breath rushed out of me, to prove the point.
“I know,” I croaked. “I trust you.”
With a low rumble in his chest, he thrust so hard he lifted my hips and arched my back. My hand slapped another couple inches ahead on the stone, dangerously close to that external sill that would shock me.
He growled in approval, his lips still brushing my ear. “Do you like that, Yilan?” he whispered. “Like it when I make you weak? Take your control?”
“Yes!” It was only true. Between his strength and the ragged depth of his voice, I could feel another orgasm building within me, making my core muscles pulse.
He gave a deep, tormented groan and pulled out of me, and as I whimpered in disappointment, the world flipped and I dropped and gasped, clinging.