Chapter Seventeen #3
“You deserved it,” she says, breath chopping on the last word.
“Probably.” I scrape my teeth down the tendon. “Do it again and I’ll bend you over the desk to teach you why we don’t throw hands at kings.”
“Try it,” she says. The half laugh breaks. Her fingers fist in my shirt. “Don’t stop.”
Yes. That. The plea that pretends it isn’t. I anchor a hand at her hip and push her higher up the wall. She’s strength and heat and mean—and I love her for all of it.
My other hand slides down, rough and claiming, yanking her thigh up to hook around my waist. I grind into her, hard and deliberate, the friction a fucking inferno.
Her gasp claws the air, and I swallow it, thrusting against her with a rhythm that’s all dominance, all need, her body arching into every brutal press.
I hook a finger in the soaked strip of lace and yank—fabric snaps, elastic bites, then nothing but bare skin under my palm.
She’s already on me, hand sliding down my abs, fingers closing around my cock like she owns it.
One thumb swipes the slick crown, spreads the bead of pre-cum, paints me with it while her eyes dare me to breathe.
I don’t. I haul her up, thighs clamping my hips, slamming her back into the stone. One thrust and I’m buried, her cunt warm, milking every inch.
She groans into my mouth, dirty, desperate, the kind that I feel charged beneath my skin.
My eyes roll back as I ride her against the wall, then her hand lands on my throat, nails pinching crescents into my neck as she matches my pace.
Fuck.
“Take it,” I growl, grinding harder while sucking on her lip. “Take every fucking inch, little monster.”
She squeezes, both around my cock and at my windpipe. Stars explode. I answer by claiming her mouth, tongue fucking her the way my dick fucks her pussy. Ruthless, raw praise spilled filthy between breaths.
“Good girl,” I snarl when she clenches, “so fucking perfect for me.”
Her answering moan sounds like more ragged worship, and we’re nothing but wet skin, bruising thrusts, and the filthy fucking whispers of yes and more and mine.
The fatigue hums there. The ache. The weird empty ringing that has followed me since the Island. They’re wrong.
I pin her there, thighs locked around me, her heat searing into my skin as I slow my pace.
Each thrust is deliberate now, a deep, grinding drag that pulls a shudder from her core.
My cock slides in and out, slick and heavy, every inch of her cunt gripping me like a vise, like she’s trying to keep me there forever.
I’m not fucking her to finish fast—I’m fucking her to feel her, to watch her unravel under me.
Her dark green eyes lock on mine, sharp and unyielding, even as her breath hitches.
There’s no hiding in this. No fucking expectations.
Just raw, brutal intimacy, the kind that cuts deeper than any blade she’s ever wielded.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, carving half-moons into my flesh that match the ones on my throat.
The sting grounds me. Keeps me from losing myself in the haze of her.
“Legend,” she rasps, voice breaking on my name, a plea wrapped in a snarl. Her gaze doesn’t waver, burning into me like she’s seeing every fucked-up piece of my soul and daring me to look away.
I don’t. I can’t. I lean in, forehead pressing to hers, sweat mingling, breaths tangling. “I’ve got you,” I growl, low and rough, my hips rolling slow, torturous, dragging out every pulse of pleasure. “Every fucking inch of you.”
Her lips part, a silent gasp, and her body arches into me, trembling on the edge.
I keep the rhythm brutal but measured, each thrust a claim, a promise, driving her closer to that shattering point.
Her walls flutter around me, tight and desperate, and I know she’s close—fuck, I’m close too, the heat coiling tight at the base of my spine.
“Give it to me,” I murmur against her mouth, teeth grazing her lip. “Come for me, little monster. Let me see it.”
Her eyes flare, wild and defiant, but her body betrays her, clenching hard as she teeters on the brink. I grind deeper, slower, drawing it out, making her feel every brutal second of the build until she’s shaking, pinned between me and the stone, ready to break.
I growl low, teeth grazing her collarbone. “Mine.”
Haide’s breath catches, a sharp, broken sound, and then she shatters. Her orgasm rips through her, a violent wave that has her clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it.
Her body convulses, thighs trembling around my hips, nails raking down my back as she cries out—a raw, feral sound that’s half-snarl, half-scream.
Her dark green eyes glaze over, lost in the storm of it, and fuck—she’s beautiful like this.
Completely undone. Every wall she’s ever built crumbling under the force of her release.
I can’t hold back. The heat of her, the way she milks my cock with every shudder, drags me over the edge.
My own climax hits like a fucking weighted blow, hot and brutal, spilling into her as I growl her name against her throat.
My hips jerk, driving deep one last time, every muscle locking as I empty myself inside her, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My vision blurs, the world narrowing to the slick heat of her body and the ragged sound of our breathing.