be able to see all of my lady business. “Aron,” I manage between intense kisses. “We’re in the hall—”
“No one would dare interrupt us,” he growls, and smothers my protest in another heated, drugging kiss. I moan against his lips, even as he tears at his belt, his hand moving underneath my thighs. “Tell me you don’t want this right now, Faith, and I’ll stop.”
Stop now? When I’m moments away from riding that glorious body of his that I’ve lusted after for weeks now? If he says no one’s going to bother us, then I don’t care. “Fuck no. Never stop.” I lean in and bite at his jaw, then lick the red mark I leave there. I tangle one hand in his long hair, twisting my fingers into it. I need him to feel my urgency, to feel how badly I’ve needed him. Hasn’t he always been the one that’s held me at arm’s length? Does he think I’m going to let him get away now?
Aron growls, clearly a fan of the biting. A moment later, both of his hands are on the undersides of my thighs and he spreads them wide. That’s the only warning I get before he pushes me back against the wall once more and slicks his length through the folds of my pussy, wetting it with my arousal.
I gasp at the feel of him against my most sensitive parts, and he looks me right in the eye when he drives his length along my folds once more, the thick, fat head of his cock rubbing against my clit as he does. “I’m going to take you hard against this wall, Faith. You feel my cock? You feel how big it is? How hard it is for you?”
Oh god, do I ever. I whimper, nodding.
“I’m going to claim all of you,” he says, moving one hand to caress my jaw, and he drags his thumb over my lips. “If you don’t want that, tell me now. Tell me to stop before it’s too late.”
Is he trying to get out of this? Fuck that. I bite down on the thumb that’s teasing my lips, letting him know I want it hard and I want it rough.
The groan that shudders out of him is unholy. Thunder rumbles overhead again, and then his mouth is on mine, hot and fierce and so, so good. Our teeth clash as we kiss, and it’s frantic and deep and wild and—
And then he shoves that big, hulking length of him into me and I gasp, shocked.
Knowing that Aron’s got a big, godlike cock is very different than having it thrust into me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex—a really, really long time—and everything feels tight and stuffed to the brim. “Oh fuck,” I exhale, my body shocked at the sensation. My legs are quivering around his hips, and I’m not sure if I want him to stop or do that again. “Aron—”
He reaches between us, pressing me back against the wall and pushing that enormous cock deeper into me. One hand cups my breast through my nightgown, teasing my nipple, and I gasp, my inner walls clenching around him. I feel like I’m impaled on his length, but god help me, I’m starting to love it. Everything’s rippling and tightening, and when he flicks my nipple with his thumb, I feel it deep in my core, and I choke on another moan.
“My anchor,” he murmurs. “My mortal. You know you’re mine, don’t you?” And he thrusts deeper into me, impossibly. He’s claiming all of me, driving me down on his length. “You know that this cunt belongs to me. That these legs are going to clench around no hips but mine.”
I twist my hand in his hair. “You have to promise me the same.”
He laughs, and I feel the movements all through my body, but especially in my pussy. “How demanding of you, my anchor.” The words are full of affection. “You think I would touch another when I can touch you? No mortal has interested me in millennia. They are nothing to me. And then you come along, and…” He thrusts deep into me, and I cling to his neck, whimpering. “You have bewitched me. You have made me want things I have not wanted in a very long time.”
“Good,” I manage, rocking my hips against the massive length of his cock. “Good. I don’t want you to want anyone but me.”