to rock herself on him, rolling her hips as she reached the bottom, and she let her head roll back at the bliss of the sensation. She didn’t go quickly—she couldn’t manage. But she wanted to feel him reach every part of her. She wanted to make this last.
“I wish…I wish you could see yourself. Oh, you’re so beautiful…” He pressed his hips up into her on each downstroke but didn’t urge her to speed up. “Take everything you want from me. I’m yours, sweet girl. All yours. Tonight, and forever.”
She shuddered at his words and leaned back on his thighs. She leaned on them for support as she enjoyed him. And oh, how she enjoyed him. It felt like absolute bliss. It felt like everything in her body was electric. She couldn’t get over the feeling of him inside her.
How long it went on, she couldn’t know. She kept the rhythm slow and deep as her body adapted to him. It was amazing—but it wasn’t enough. His was beaded in sweat when she touched him. So was hers. She could feel his pulse inside her, and it was racing.
“I’m torturing you, aren’t I?” She kissed his throat, resting her cheek close to his.
He moaned, and she felt him nod. He was without words. That was a stunt—the mighty and mouthy Nero was without commentary. She pitied him, suddenly. She had only thought of herself as she rode him. She didn’t realize what it must be like for him to be kept on the brink. She kissed him, flicking her tongue against his lips, asking for entry the same way he had done with her.
He granted it, and she kissed him deeper, slipping her tongue along his. She broke away, and he was twitching. Every muscle in his body was as tight as a metal cable. “Nero…”
He only groaned.
“Go ahead. I took from you…now it’s your turn.”
There wasn’t even time to think before she was suddenly on her back. He had a hand on her shoulder, pressing down hard as he knelt, commanding her to stay put. She obeyed and put her hands up over her head on the pillow in a sign of submission, as if they were tied there. He moaned loudly.
He grabbed her hips with both hands and yanked her up until her thighs were on top of his. Her lower back left the bed. All at once, unapologetic and rough, he plunged into her.
She wailed, arching farther off the bed, throwing her head to the side. He matched her noise with a feral, guttural snarl. It really was his turn to take what he wanted. And he wanted everything.
Each impact into her body was brutal and lurched her against the sheets. And with each impact, he yanked her back toward him, pounding into her like the piston of an engine.
And it was glorious.
How many times she was thrown over that cliff into ecstasy, she couldn’t say. It all dissolved her mind into a white noise. There was only that impossible, inarguable force inside of her. Branding himself inside her body.
But she had already tortured him to the point of breaking, and now he was unleashing his wrath on her. It couldn’t go on for long. She didn’t know if she could have survived it if he had. He rammed himself into her three dozen times or more, before digging himself a deeper place inside her. Suddenly, his thrusts became erratic and desperate. Once, twice, and on the third time, she felt something even hotter inside her. He throbbed. He hollered, smashing his hand into the headboard over her.
The feeling of it was too much. She joined him in release, wrapping her legs around him as she cried out his name. It wasn’t ecstasy. It was something more than that. It felt like time stopped. It felt like it hung in the air and waited for them to breathe. Waited for her heart to resume beating.
She gasped, filling her aching lungs, and still felt him buried inside her, pulsing. Every muscle in his body tensed in waves. Each time he did, his hissed a breath in through his teeth.
He collapsed over her, a sound like a broken sob leaving him. He was covered in sweat. He was trembling. And he clutched her to him like she was the most valuable thing in the world.
She held him, kissing his cheek, soothing him. He sank down farther, resting his head on her chest, and let out a long woosh