on skin.
Before Sophia could get her top off, and before Dalair could kick his trousers off, only the fly and zipper open to expose his throbbing, weeping sex, he lifted her off her feet at the foot of the bed, spread her thighs open and thrust inside with one powerful lunge.
“Uhn,” was all she could utter as she automatically tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper within.
It burned a little, despite her arousal, the slick wetness of her desire for him. He was so thick and hot and hard. He stretched her to capacity and beyond. That brutal thrust gave no quarter, no time for her to adjust even slightly.
But she didn’t care.
She loved being owned by him this way, her savage, passionate warrior. Only she could break his control this way. Break him this way. And she reveled in it. Got drunk on it. That this breathtaking male could want her as desperately as she wanted him.
“More,” he gritted against her neck, his mouth hot upon a fluttering vein.
She knew what he meant. She understood him perfectly through their Bond.
He meant that he wanted her more. Loved her more.
She shook her head in denial. Not possible. She destroyed an entire civilization for the loss of him. She was Darkness without him. Now that she had him, truly had him, she could never, ever, let him go again.
“And I would die a thousand deaths for you,” he rasped into her throat, his strong hands holding her hips steady to receive his mind-numbing, teeth-rattling thrusts.
“Death cannot separate us. I will always find you. Only you.”
Sophia finally whipped the blasted top off her head and arched backwards suddenly, throwing both of them off balance, falling on the bed and taking him down with her.
Though he braced his weight with his arms beside her torso, the downward momentum took him even deeper inside her, making her throw her head back and groan loudly in ecstasy.
He felt so, so good!
It was rough and it was glorious. He took her so hard and deep, pleasure mingled with an edge of pain. Oh, but how she loved it! She couldn’t get enough.
He kicked off his trousers and moved upon her, his buttocks clenching, his powerful torso surging, driving his hips against hers, his pubic bone hitting her nub every, damn, time. The fat head of his cock grinding against her deepest pleasure, triggering explosion after explosion of orgasmic bliss.
Sophia shook from head to toe as she shattered with abandon, keening loudly as she came. She squeezed him relentlessly with her inner muscles, milking him for his seed.
But he wasn’t having it. Not yet.
He gentled his movements like the calm after a mighty storm as his lips moved from her neck to one breast, taking her nipple into his wet, warm mouth and lapping at it with his tongue.
She arched her back and pushed more of herself into his heavenly mouth, wanting him to suckle harder, and so he did. Rhythmically, he pulled on her nipple in time with his thrusts below, making her core flood once more with unquenchable desire.
“Dalair…” she breathed, mindless with pleasure.
He rose up on his knees and lifted her hips to rest the backs of her legs on top of his thighs. He widened his posture to split her open even more and thrust into her at a slightly downward angle, reaching even deeper than before, however impossible it seemed.
He moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment as she splayed back upon the bed, bonelessly replete, barely able to move, positioned however he wanted, like a mindless doll to receive his pleasure.
He flexed his hips in a steady, agonizingly slow rhythm, making her feel every silky, steely inch of him, as if he was tattooing his Claiming from the inside out.
He was everywhere.
He took everything.
There was no part of her that he didn’t reach, mark and claim as his own.
“Oh Goddess!” she moaned, as another tidal wave of euphoria crashed over her, tossing and turning her in its dizzying, electrifying undertow.
Come with me, my love, she commanded in their linked minds.
Give me all of you.
He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and held her there with the iron band of one arm around her thighs. The closed position of her legs made her squeeze him even tighter, made her throbbing channel even narrower, the long, relentless hardness of him plowing through her feel even thicker, as if he was breaking her open anew with every thrust.
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