pushes hard against mine trapping me in.
We pant heavily for breaths as his hands grab my wrists, pinning them.
I whimper, unable to move.
He has me locked in his grip so tight it hurts as his darkened eyes glare at me.
My heart pounds so hard like it’s going to burst. Tension ripples through us as I push against him, trying with all my might to get to freedom, but he simply presses harder, his grip tighter, stronger on my wrists. As I struggle, I feel his cock strain against his jeans.
I curl up my lip and scream, “I hate you!”
Nycto rocks his hips into me. Oh my God, my clit throbs with desire. My eyes bore into his as the chemistry ignites. The air becomes thinner as we both pant for heady breaths.
“I hate you,” I whimper. The words are far less believable this time as he licks his bottom lip.
“I hate you, too,” he growls.
His lips slam against mine. Forceful. Hungry. Passionate.
My tense body instantly erupts in a flaming explosion of want. My lips tingle as his take possession of mine. I have no control over my body as I relax into him, my mouth instantly opening, my tongue going rogue with his.
Wanting him.
Needing him.
Desiring him.
My hands ball into fists, wanting more than anything to touch him right now, but his grip on my wrists is firm as he possesses me. The atmosphere changes, and the temperature skyrockets. It’s like my entire body is imploding in on itself.
He bites down on my bottom lip while grinding into me with his cock.
I whimper against him. I have no control, no desire to move away. I’ve never been ravaged like this in my life. Kissing Nycto is so much better than I thought it would be.
His hand leaves my wrist, sliding down to grip my thigh. Nycto pulls my leg up to wrap around him. I moan into his mouth when his cock presses right against my pussy in all the right places. My free hand finally reaches up, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him to me. Wanting him closer. Needing him closer. His tongue collides with mine, the kiss strong, rough, but full of desire. All this pent-up sexual tension, all this rage we’ve both been harboring, all this hidden emotion I’ve been trying to bury, it’s come to the surface all at once.
I can deny this all I want.
I might tell myself I hate Nycto, but I know he saved me. He might be keeping me captive, but I’d rather be here than where I was headed to a sex slave market.
Nycto is no damn superhero, but he sure as hell is my kryptonite.
His mouth leaves mine, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing along my goosebump-lined skin. I pant for breath as my head falls back against the wall with a thud. As he sucks on my skin, I whimper, while his cock rocks against me again. He lets out a deep throaty groan, then bites down on my neck, hard. I press my pussy against him, needing the friction.
“Fuck, I hate you,” he murmurs.
A smile crosses my face as I let out a small laugh.
Nycto lifts his head, his iridescent eyes shining back at me.
Now I see how ridiculous I’ve been.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His movements still. “You don’t hate me?” he teases.
My fingers play with his hair. “I want to. You can’t even fathom how much, but obviously… I can’t.”
Nycto leans in, pressing his lips to mine in a softer, more casual kiss. I pull him to me, my tongue gently entwining with his. The kiss is slow, the calm I need after the ravaging from moments ago. My stomach flutters in butterflies, my lips tingle.
His hand lets go of my thigh, and I slowly lower it to the floor. Nycto’s hand slides in around my waist, pulling me off the wall and against him.
Both my arms wrap around his neck as we lock in another kiss.
His arms tighten around my waist as he lets out a small groan in my mouth. He slowly pulls back, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you, Chiquita.”
I try to fight my grin, but it wins out. “That was even better than I thought it would be.”
“Is that right?”
“I mean… just because you look like a sex god doesn’t mean you are one.”
As he pulls back from me, his eyes fall to the key on the floor. “Why, Eva?”
Slumping