caught her breath, sucking in her stomach, willing him to go faster. To get there sooner. “Please.”
“Ah, so sweet.” He lifted her thigh and pulled it over his before shoving the bedclothes down.
Cool air hit her private parts, and she gasped. She was open, exposed, her body nude. They’d been in a fight, and they needed to talk. But no words would come. Her body took over, wanting him. Needing him. Was this what craving felt like? If so, it hurt. She tried to move, to protect herself, but he held her in place. She shuddered, need licking inside her. “Ivar,” she murmured.
“Yeah.” He touched her, so lightly, and her body jumped. “Is it possible, Professor, that you don’t want me to return to hell?”
She rolled her hips, trying to get closer to the hand held tantalizingly out of reach. “At the moment, I want you right where you are. Except closer.” She rested her head back on his chest, pushing, needing more of him. Wanting all of him.
“Could it affect the math?” His fingers grazed over her clit, one at a time, forcing shock waves through her extremities.
Math? What the hell was math? She breathed out, her brain catching up. “No.”
“Sure it could.” He lifted her thigh and slowly penetrated her from behind, his fingers working her clit so she’d take him all the way in.
Pain and pleasure mingled until she couldn’t tell one from the other and didn’t care. So long as he didn’t stop. “Math is math,” she gasped.
“Ah, my theoretical bunny.” He wrenched her head to the side and nipped her neck with enough pressure to send her heartbeat skyrocketing. “You sometimes start with a conclusion. A hypothesis, if you will. Then you take the math there to see if it works.”
She swallowed, overtaken. “Did you just call me ‘bunny’?”
His chuckle moved his chest behind her, vibrating along her spine to her butt. “Started to say ‘brat,’ but figured you wouldn’t like that since I was about to do this.” With one final push, he shoved all the way up and inside her with a force that pushed her toward the headboard. Only his strong hold kept her from hitting her head.
She cried out as an orgasm washed over her before she could identify what was happening. He held on to her as she shook. She moaned, her shoulders relaxing, letting his warmth comfort her. He waited, silent and unmoving, until she realized they weren’t done.
She stiffened. “Ivar.”
Soundless, he used his body to roll them over, her on her stomach, allowing himself one second to flatten her to the bed, her face in the pillow.
His heaviness pushed her into the mattress, and she jerked, unable to breathe. Then he was off her, pulling her hips up and using his knees to force hers up, while remaining fully embedded inside her. His cock stretched her, filling her beyond mathematical possibilities. Maybe her math was off.
She scrambled up to her elbows to keep from suffocating in the pillow. Behind her, he clamped both hands on her hips and drove into her without pause, without a hint of mercy. He pounded into her, hard, hot, huge, his grip bruising and absolute.
He leaned over her, dragging his fangs up her shoulder blade.
She shut her eyes, unable to move. The feelings took her over, more than she could’ve ever imagined. This wasn’t sex. It wasn’t making love. It was a claiming on a level she had never anticipated. No human could. But it was there, the immortal power, the animalistic reality of a connection beyond all comprehension. Or maybe just beyond hers. Even though she couldn’t define it, she felt it.
She couldn’t have stopped him if she wanted to. That idea, simple and primal, cascaded a fiery brand through her, quaking her into a second orgasm. This one rolled over her, took her, and left her panting for more. She’d die before she tried to stop him. She’d kill him if he stopped.
He struck, his fangs going deep, slashing through muscle to bone. Maybe deeper.
She cried out again, arching her spine, her head thrown back. His hand snaked along her rib cage, over her breasts, to her opposite shoulder, tugging her face up, holding her immobile. Her body was his to command as he hammered into her. Heat uncoiled inside her again, this time with a raw edge that embraced pain.
His fangs retracted, their imprint forever embedded in her. He licked her neck, sliding his mouth to her ear. “Tell me