Chapter 19 #2
I do as he says, pulling him deeper. He wants me like this, undone and unrestrained, not holding back. It sends heat spiraling through me like wildfire. He looks at me, eyes full of need and something more. Like he’s daring me to let go more than I ever have before—to lose myself completely.
“What else do you want, Karina? Talk me through it, baby.” He moves in and out of me slowly. “I will grant your every wish.” He groans as I clench my pussy around him.
“I want you to fuck me like you hate me.” I moan, and it’s like a switch flips inside of him.
His eyes turn black as he presses his forehead to my temple, his lips grazing my ear. “Like I hate you?” he questions, the words vibrating against my skin, teasing out an involuntary shiver.
I nod, breathless, my voice a whisper of encouragement. “Yes.”
“I’d love to hate you, Karina, but just for tonight.
Just here, to give you what you need.” He pulls out of me and flips me onto my stomach, wrapping my hair around his right hand and yanking gently, forcing me up onto my hands and knees.
His other hand grips my hip, pulling me back against him as he drives into me from behind.
His pace is merciless, pushing me further toward the brink with every movement.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
I was not ready for this—shit, it feels so good.
“You like that?” Vulcan asks, his beard scratching against my neck as he leans over me. “You like it when I fuck you hard and hate you just enough to make it feel this good?”
I can barely form words, lost in the sensations overwhelming me. “Yes,” I manage to gasp out. “God, yes.”
He tightens his grip on my hair, pulling my head back further. The slight pain only heightens my pleasure, scattering goose bumps all over my body. I can feel my climax building rapidly. He must sense it too, because his thrusts pick up speed.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he growls. He lets go of my hair and then starts smacking my ass hard. “Aren’t you?” Smack. “Say it, Karina.” Smack. “Say you’re incredible.” Each slap resonates through my body, the pain mingling perfectly with pleasure.
“I’m incredible.” I struggle to catch my breath.
“Yes, you are,” he affirms, and his words of affirmation continue.
“You’re not just strong and compassionate, but brave and beautiful.
” I think I’m going to fall in love with this man before I reach my second orgasm.
Not only can he cook, he’s caring, smart, protective, and the way he fucks is out of a fantasy.
“Now repeat it word for word while I fuck you. And don’t you stop until I tell you to. ”
I repeat the words, each syllable punctuated by his relentless thrusts. “I’m strong, compassionate, brave, and beautiful,” I recite, the mantra blending into my moans of pleasure. His movements intensify with each word I speak as if he is engraving them into the deepest part of me.
Vulcan uses both hands to pulling me back against him with a force that pushes the breath from my lungs. With every repetition of my newfound labels, I feel a little less like the woman who was carried into this room and a little more like the goddess he sees in me.
“You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for,” Vulcan breathes out, slowing momentarily. He gathers my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he speaks. “I want you to believe it—not just now but always. In and outside of this bedroom. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Now, let me reward you.” He grips my hair tighter, pulling my head back. “You deserve to be worshiped.”
My heart races, hammering against my chest as if it’s trying to keep rhythm with his thrusts. “Let go for me, Karina. Let it all go. Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.” And like a dam bursting under the pressure, I shatter.
As my trembling slowly subsides, the room around me starts to come into focus. The soft, golden lamplight throws shadows against the walls, and I feel more protected than I thought was possible, in someone else’s space.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers, planting soft kisses on my shoulder.
I collapse forward onto the bed, my legs trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Vulcan follows, his weight a comforting presence against my back. For a moment, we just breathe together, our bodies still joined, hearts pounding in sync.
“That was…” I trail off, unable to find words to describe what we just shared.
Vulcan chuckles softly, the rumble vibrating through me. “I know,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “It was all you, Karina.”
Slowly, he withdraws from me, rolls to the side, and pulls me into his arms. I curl against his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin and the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine.
“I never knew…” I start, struggling to articulate this newfound awareness of myself that Vulcan has ignited within me.
“You never knew how powerful you are,” he finishes for me. “There’s nothing you can’t handle in this world.”
His words are not just sweet, hollow platitudes floating in the air between two lovers; they are affirmations meant to repair the broken parts of me. It’s as if he’s creating a portrait of who I could be, or who I truly am but was too afraid to acknowledge.
“Now, let me finish cashing in on this rain check,” he says, sitting up.