Broken by the Horde King (Horde Kings of Dakkar #4) - Zoey Draven Page 0,105
in his cock, felt it throb against me—and then I couldn’t look away.
It was then that he thrust fully inside me, as pleasure and pain mingled, the mixture strangely sublime. Goosebumps exploded across my arms as he stilled, as we were joined so completely together.
We were sharing the same breath and he wouldn’t let me look away.
“Maeva,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and deep.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.
Frightened of him. Needing him. Needing more.
His brow drew together.
“Hanniva.”
Please.
Whatever he heard in my voice made his jaw tighten. His expression changed.
Darkening. Hardening.
And I was relieved to see it. I wouldn’t have survived if he had looked at me with awe, with reverence and affection, a moment longer.
With a gasp, I felt him pull out of me. My flesh felt cold without him heating me.
“You don’t want this to mean anything, Maeva?” he asked, his tone hard.
I swallowed, looking at him as he lifted away, going to his knees again between my thighs.
“Nik. It can’t,” I whispered. “You know that.”
A dark, almost mocking smirk crossed his face…but I swore I caught a flash of hurt before he covered it. Which didn’t make me feel good. Even after all this time, I cared that I hurt him. I didn’t want to.
A startled sound emerged from me when his hands came to my waist and he flipped me on the furs. Then he pulled me up, maneuvering me onto my hands and knees with his large, wide palms. He wasn’t gentle. A part of me needed that roughness. Another part felt like I’d lost something.
But this position meant I couldn’t look at him. I was facing the shadowed part of the voliki, behind the bed, and I stared into that darkness when I felt his cock brush my slick folds.
Then a deep groan fell from me, making my arms tremble where they were supporting my upper body, as he thrust inside me. Deep and hard. The force of it shook my breasts below me, made my whole body jolt forward…though Kiran had a strong grip on my hips and he forced me back.
Seated deep inside me, I felt him cover my back, leaning over me until his lips brushed my ear. Briefly, he nipped at the shell of one—he’d always known my ears were sensitive, had often teased me for it—and a shiver racked me hard.
This position made him feel deeper. Even though I couldn’t see him, this position somehow felt even more intimate than before.
“I’ll make a liar out of you, seffi,” he vowed, his voice rough. “Because it will always mean something.”
I bit my lip, my throat tightening, even as my clit throbbed and all I wanted was for him to move inside me.
“This is us, Maeva,” he growled, thrusting into me hard as if to highlight his words, as if he’d read my mind. A ragged cry filled the voliki. My own. “It always has meant something. And you cannot escape that, no matter how hard you try. Trust me. I know.”
His voice was all around me. His scent coated my skin. His cock felt like a brand inside me.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe I can’t escape this, I thought, lips parting as I stared down at the furs, as I saw his black hair tangle with strands of my own as his thrusts started to shake the bed.
Sounds of mating, of sex, soon filled the voliki so that words weren’t necessary anymore. Kiran hissed, gripping my hips tighter and harder. He leaned away from me, straightening, so that he could use the leverage of his grip.
And then he was fucking me hard and fast, stealing my breath from my throat, his claws digging into my flesh, though I didn’t mind it. I savored it. I needed it to anchor me.
Sounds I’d never heard before were pulled from my throat. Mewing, desperate sounds, which seemed to make him even more ravenous.
When my arms could no longer support me under the onslaught of his strength, he pulled me up until my back was plastered against his chest. His arm wound low around my hips, holding me in place, and his other hand came to my throat. His touch was possessive and claiming and he wanted me to know it.
“You want to see?” he rasped against the side of my neck, where he pressed a kiss.
My brows pulled down and I was hardly capable of words at that point. But I still managed to ask, “S-See what?”