I’m stretched and aching as he continues to lower me onto him, and every inch fills me with so much sensation that it’s making me shake all over.
“Take me, Sable,” he says. With a hand coming up behind my neck, he presses my head against his shoulder, making my body curl against him. “Take all of me,” he orders, and then he jerks me down the last inch, and I bite into his shoulder as our pelvises meet.
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble against him, my tongue darting out to lick the indents that my teeth left in his skin.
“Hellfire and damnation,” he curses through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
I squeeze my inner muscles around him, and he grimaces in pure pleasure as he pulls my head back with a firm yank on my neck. “Naughty mate,” he says with reprimand. “If you keep squeezing my cock like that, I’m going to come deep inside of you.”
“Yes,” I moan, because that’s what I want. That’s exactly what I want. I want to ride him, squeeze him, move over him as he feeds me every inch again and again.
He must hear the silent words in my head, because Ire curses again, and then, before I can brace myself, he’s standing up and flipping me around. My stomach hits the edge of the tub, and with two hands gripping my hips, he’s pinning me in place as he enters me roughly from behind.
I cry out with approval, the sound mixing with the water that sloshes over the tub and splashes onto the floor.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he rasps, every word spoken with another hard thrust.
I shove my ass back into him on his next push, forcing him deeper, chasing the high that he’s already bringing me up to.
“You’re just perfection, aren’t you?” he asks as one hand comes up to thread through my hair. “I was intrigued by you before when you were all ragged and lost, angry at the world and promising retribution,” he says, another hand reaching around to pinch and squeeze and rub my clit.
“Keep…keep touching me…” I beg.
“And then I sensed you in the ballroom, sensed your anger, your desire,” he goes on, rubbing me harder now, his fingers somehow knowing exactly how I want to be touched. “Then I didn’t think I could ever be as impressed as I was when I saw you cutting down demons with a bloodlust that rivals my own,” he says, swiveling his hips and hitting a spot with his piercings that makes me cry out in wanton abandon.
He comes down, open mouth against my ear, hot breath rivaling the heat of the water. “But this right here? You wet. Hot. Bent over with my cock deep inside of you? This is the fucking best thing I’ve ever experienced in my whole damn life, and I am the luckiest bastard who was ever beaconed.”
The dirty words he’s speaking to me and the uninhibited captivation makes me feel treasured, cherished, special. Emotions whirl with my desire as he claims me in every possible way, and suddenly I need more.
“Ire...” I call his name like a whining plea to take me there, because I’m so, so close, and I’m so desperate to reach the peak with him just like this.
“Take it,” he orders as he braces his hands on either side of me, fingers curling over mine on the edge of the tub. “Take the pleasure you want. Use my cock and take everything.”
Like he’s unlocked some wild, lascivious person inside of me, I start moaning and thrusting my hips, riding his dick and taking what I need just like he said.
“Harder,” I demand, and he starts pounding into me so hard that I worry for a flash of a second that our bodies are going to bend the wall of the tub, but then my clit pulses, his fingers pressing hard and fast, and I’m gone.
My pussy clenches around him so hard that his hips jerk, and a ragged groan tears from his throat. I see stars. Black bursts of supernovas explode in front of my eyes as the climax takes over my whole body, running through my veins and rippling over my skin.
I pant his name before we both collapse back, but he’s careful to keep hold of my waist as he falls down onto the seat in the tub, keeping me on his lap as water sloshes out.
For several long moments, we just pant against each other, and I’m sure that my wings