Chapter 45 #2
Another thrust of his hips. Another moan I couldn’t hold back.
Now that I’d come, I felt everything so much more intensely and the pain was gone.
Bastien promised that he wasn’t going to make love to me like it was my first time.
He promised to fuck me like I was made for him. I wanted him to make good on that vow.
The more I thought about it, a deeper, darker desire swirled inside me. He cupped my breasts, gently squeezing before bringing one to his mouth, toying with my nipple.
“Take me like I was made for you. I’m ready.”
Bastien was quiet for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I insisted. Yes, there was a sweet ache in the place where we were joined but not pain. “You wouldn’t. Just—”
My voice broke off when I felt his teeth against my neck.
Scraping down the column of my throat. He moved inside me again.
A slow, lazy thrust of his hips made me moan for more.
Through our bond, I could feel his thirst. His desire wasn’t to just to take me, but to fulfill both of his desires at the same time. To have me in both ways.
“Drink, Your Grace.”
His hand went around my waist, and Bastien flipped me over, putting me on my hands and knees, his body hovering behind me.
His hard length glided between my legs. He rubbed his head over my sweetest spot, teasing me with slow strokes before tucking himself back in. I gasped as he filled me. The new angle was different from the first two and made me feel like I was his in a primal way.
“I shouldn’t drink from you. Not while I’m inside you. It’s—”
“What?” I managed. “Forbidden?”
“Claire,” he roared, sliding in and out. In and out. In and out. “I’m already breaking so many laws.”
“Exactly.”
He gathered his arms around my waist and pulled me up so my back was resting against his chest. His thick length still inside me. One of his hands cupped my breast. The other found my sex, and I arched into him as he played with me.
“I shouldn’t,” he breathed against my ear. “It’s wrong. And I’m already fucking you like no man should fuck his new bride.”
“Please, Bastien,” I said. “I want it.”
He groaned. “You know I can’t resist when you beg.”
He licked a trail up my throat, then came the pressure of his teeth.
Bastien moaned against my skin as his bite deepened.
So deep that I lost myself in him. My body limp in his arms as he continued to pump into me, raw and wild.
Thrusting in and out. Not slowing down. My pleasure deep and desirous as he rubbed his finger over me in tight little strokes until I was panting out his name.
Sweat rolled between my breasts. Slick heat dripped down my legs.
“I’m going to come!” I screamed.
He didn’t stop. He kept drinking and taking me until I was seizing around him, coming hard and fast with his cock inside of me and his teeth on my neck. When I finally finished throbbing, he licked my neck.
“Now, I think my wife is ready to be fucked,” Bastien rasped.
He released me so I fell forward onto my hands. His fingers trailed a line from my neck to my backside. Then gripped my hips as he gave one hard thrust.
There were no words for the feeling of this. Of him. Unhinged. Mine.
“If you want me to stop, just say so,” he gritted out.
I was shaking, so locked on his emotions that I couldn’t think of anything but him.
He wanted me so badly, it was inconceivable.
The need and desire so overwhelming that all I wanted to do was satisfy him.
I wanted to give him that release. To take him fully and deeply until his need was dripping out of me.
His hips smacked into my backside with each hard thrust. I gripped the bedsheets, silently whispering prayers. His hands molded to my flesh, squeezing me. It was teetering on the edge of too much, but the ache was what I wanted. The feeling of him pushed out everything else. Burning it all away.
I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming out again. He fell forward, one arm wrapping around me as he kept up his pace, bucking into me like he couldn’t stop himself.
“You’re too sweet. Too fucking sweet for me. I don’t deserve it—don’t deserve you—but I’m going to come so hard anyway. Come so hard all over you.”
Hearing how desperate he wanted his own release triggered something inside of me.
That darkness. The magick. The fire. I spread my legs wider so he could take me deeper.
Feeling into each thrust. My skin tingled with heat.
My hands burned against the sheets. Lines of smoke rose along with the smell of smoldering fabric.
I was feeling everything. Letting the magick flow.
Feeling the burn of my internal flame. Bastien moaned my name before he pulled out of me.
He shook as he set his thick length on my backside, working himself hard until warmth coated my back, marking me as his.
Holding on to my hip to keep himself upright until he was completely spent.
I felt the pure unadulterated pleasure course through him. Felt the bone-deep satisfaction of the moment and knew that I’d made him feel as good as he’d made me feel. Only then did he let go of me long enough to clean the mess off my back and gently wipe between my legs.
When he was finished, I collapsed onto my stomach, drenched in sweat and with an ache in every muscle.
Bastien lay beside me, one of his legs possessively hiked over my bottom.
His arm draped around my middle. He kissed my shoulder.
My neck. My cheek. Then he just held my gaze, watching me as I took in all the lines of his face, memorizing each one.
Burning the picture of him into my mind so that it could never leave.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you with every shred of my soul.”
I ran a finger across his lips, wanting to savor the moment. Allowing the love he felt for me to seep into my heart. Smiling, I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you, too.”