Chapter 2 #3
He was enthralled with how beautiful she was in her slice of ecstasy and he held her down, savoring every last drop.
She dropped hard against the bed, taking gulping breaths. Her sexy smile was a dead giveaway of utter satisfaction. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and beckoned for him.
“You seem to forget that you’re not in charge.”
Shrugging, she moved to crawl off the bed.
Wrath pinned her down, sweeping her arms over her head and capturing both wrists with a single hand.
She wrapped her legs around his, squeezing. He was shocked at her strength as well as her tenacity, but he easily thrust his entire cock deep inside, stopping her antics.
“Oh, God…” she moaned.
He crushed his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue inside.
Wiggling, she managed to shift her body, changing the angle then clamping down on his shaft.
Stars floated in front of his eyes as the electricity soared, sizzling every blood cell in his body.
The heat was combustible, shooting through both of them as he fucked her, keeping his rhythm slow and even.
Their tongues thrashed back and forth, still another way she was trying to usurp his control.
Breaking the kiss, he immediately rolled over, taking her with him. He held her aloft as she struggled to breathe. “Not so fast, princess.”
“Oh, it’s princess now,” she murmured, slapping her palms against his chest.
“Would you prefer ice queen?” He thrust his cock inside, startled at the increased electricity.
Ashley huffed and dropped her head, allowing her long strands of hair to swipe across his chest. She pressed her knees into his sides and rocked, riding him up and down.
The sensations drove him wild, the way her pussy muscles clenched then released.
He rubbed the tips of his fingers down her spine, finally cupping her bottom.
The way her voluptuous breasts jiggled from her intense movement was another reason to keep his mouth watering. He was parched all over again.
He yanked her up and down, smiling as she opened her eyes wide.
In return, she grabbed his hands, yanking them over his head, the move crushing her breasts against his chest. Their lips were dangerously close, but she merely darted her tongue around his mouth.
Bucking against her, he used the power of his thigh muscles as he met every one of her hard thrusts with one of his own. He adored the way she intertwined their fingers, holding him down. Damn if he wasn’t ready to spew his load. Not yet.
Not this way.
Before he had the opportunity to retake control, she released her hold, sliding off the bed.
He was no longer amused, although he was so alive and excited that he had difficulty focusing.
But enough was enough.
Capturing her once again, this time he pushed her against the expansive window, one hand wrapped around her throat.
They were both breathing heavily, steam from her breath fogging the thick glass.
There was no need to say anything any longer.
He kicked her legs apart, positioned his cock and thrust, the force pushing her onto her toes.
They both groaned, their breathing strangled and irregular. He kept his hand around her throat as he fucked her, skin slapping against skin as his actions remained brutal. This time, she wasn’t getting away.
He was able to see her reflection, the sublime look crossing her face.
She was content, even though a crazed man was ravaging her, taking everything he desired.
Then he stared at his face, the dark eyes that had seen far too much in their thirty-three years.
A flash of remorse as well as anger rushed into his system, the deep emotions ones he was usually very good at hiding.
Maybe he was just hiding from the truth.
He would never have anything but one-night stands, the narrow regulations and dangerous situations far too compromising to allow closeness. This was the first time he had remorse that he hadn’t been born into a different family, one without specific bloodlines and ties to the underworld.
To the darkness.
To the ties that bind.
He closed his eyes, longing for more of her touch and the feel of her warmth surrounding him. He longed to be a different man. Maybe one day he would cease to exist, the son of a monster.
One day…
Purring, Ashley broke his ugly pattern of thoughts, her soft moans floating across his skin.
Wrath pumped harder, faster, ready to spew into her. However, he wanted more. Growling, he slid his cock to her asshole, waiting as she opened her eyes wide, her lovely fingers clawing the glass. “I told you, every part of you would be mine for the night. I always come through with my promises.”
She yelped the second he slipped his cock into her puckered hole.
This time, as he rode her, rolling onto the balls of his feet, he could tell for this brief moment, they were as one.
When he finally released, her whimpers of extreme passion were a beautiful reminder that he was very much alive.
And that perhaps he had choices…