Chapter 14 Mihalis #2
She shivers beneath me, and I can feel how her body responds to my words—the way her pussy tightens around me, the flush that spreads across her chest. My perfect, responsive little thief.
I pull back slowly, dragging my cock almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The force of it drives her up the desk, and the cry that tears from her throat is pure ecstasy. I do it again, harder this time, setting a rhythm that has her gasping my name with every thrust.
But I can see it in her eyes—the need for more, for something darker than simple pleasure. She doesn't want me to be gentle with her. Doesn't want me to treat her like she's fragile or breakable.
She wants the fire. The edge of danger that makes everything burn brighter.
My hand finds her throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate column. I don't squeeze—not yet—just hold her there as I continue to fuck into her with steady, deep strokes. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with a mixture of arousal and anticipation.
"Is this what you want?" I ask, voice rough with need. "You want me to take control?"
She nods frantically, or tries to with my hand around her throat, and the trust implicit in that gesture nearly undoes me. To give herself over so completely, to trust me with her breath, her pleasure, her very life—it's more than I ever dared hope for.
I tighten my grip slightly, not enough to cut off her air completely but enough to make each breath shallow and deliberate. The effect on her is immediate—her back arches off the desk, pussy clenching around me like a vice as a broken moan escapes her parted lips.
"That's it," I growl, pounding into her harder now, deeper. "Take what I give you."
She does, gods help me. She takes every brutal thrust, every squeeze of my fingers around her throat, her body responding like she was born for this—for me. The sight of her coming apart beneath me, completely at my mercy, sends molten desire racing through my veins.
But it's still not enough. I need to mark her in ways that go beyond teeth and bruises. Need to brand myself into her very soul.
I call the flames to my fingertips, letting just enough heat dance across my skin to make them glow faintly in the dim light of my office. Her eyes fix on them immediately, and I see the moment recognition dawns—followed quickly by a hunger so deep it steals my breath.
"Do you trust me?" I ask, my grip on her throat tightening just enough to make the question urgent.
She nods again, and that's all the permission I need.
I drag my heated fingers across her collarbone in one swift motion—fast enough that the flames won't burn her, but slow enough that she feels the sharp bite of heat against her skin.
The reaction is instantaneous. Her entire body goes rigid beneath me, a scream tearing from her throat that's part pleasure, part shock, all pure ecstasy.
"Beautiful," I breathe, watching the way her body responds to the heat. "You light up for me."
I do it again, tracing a path of controlled fire down the swell of her breast, and she writhes against the desk like a woman possessed. The combination of pleasure and pain, of being filled by my cock while fire dances across her skin, pushes her toward something wild and untamed.
My fingers find her nipple, and I let just a whisper of flame caress the sensitive peak. Her scream this time is louder, more desperate, and I feel her pussy clamp down around me so hard it borders on painful.
"Please," she gasps, what little air my grip allows her making the word barely audible. "More—I need—"
I tighten my hand around her throat until she can't breathe at all, cutting off her pleas as I make another pass with heated fingers over her nipple.
Then another. The fire leaves no marks, her skin just slightly tinging pink from the heat, but the sensation is overwhelming—I can feel through our bond how it sends lightning shooting through her entire nervous system.
Her body bucks beneath me, desperate for air, for release, for everything I'm giving her and withholding at once. I pound into her relentlessly, feeling how close she is to shattering, how badly she needs to come. Her pussy flutters around my cock, squeezing and releasing in rhythm with my thrusts.
I can feel my own release building at the base of my spine, molten and demanding, but I hold it back. Not yet. Not until she breaks apart completely in my arms.
One more pass of flame across her nipple, and then I release her throat.
She gasps in a huge breath, oxygen flooding her system just as every sensation I've been building crashes over her at once. The orgasm that tears through her is devastating—her entire body convulses around me, pussy clamping down so hard I see stars.
"Mihalis!" she screams, back bowing off the desk as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her.
The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her body milking my cock, the sound of my name on her lips—it's too much. My own release slams into me, and I bury myself as deep as I can go as I come, groaning her name against her throat.
My teeth bite into her skin, and my magic pulses underneath mine. I feel desperate for her, unhinged, and I know it's more than this bond. Every part of me wants to keep her, wants to claim her like this daily.
I never thought she'd let me in like this. Never thought I'd want it.
But now, I need to find a way to keep it.