Page 36 of Muerte
"There's no need to be afraid," he murmured, his fingers now creating a maddeningly gentle pattern on my skin, moving across my back. "My name holds power, yes, but it also signifies a connection. Isn’t that a good thing?”
“We don’t have a connection,” I countered, my mind feeling as if it were on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.
“I’ll prove it to you.” Suddenly, his hand was gripping the back of my neck. "Kiss me.”
“What?” I tried to lean away; his grip tightened.
His gaze didn’t waver. He stared at me with his gorgeous topaz eyes, reaffirming his command with silence. I swallowed, struggling to keep myself on his lap as his cock brushed against my apex. He’d gotten hard the second I straddled him. I’d been doing my best to ignore it.
The task was becoming increasingly difficult. He was blessedly endowed unaroused. The opposite had me wondering if he’d really been all the way inside me. Leaning in, my heart raced as our mouths met. The kiss was a collision of conflicting emotions. The touch of his lips against mine was electric.
He groaned, nipping my lower lip so hard I whimpered. He soothed the sting with his tongue and deepened the kiss. I didn’t have the chance to wonder what I was doing or if I was doing it right. He possessed me entirely with his mouth.
My hands had somehow wound up on his shoulders, my breasts pressed against his chest. His cock brushed against my entrance, and then he was inside me, a low curse spilling between us.
There was an unexpected pleasurable burn from his rough entry. All the soreness from the prior night refreshed. His cock filled me and then kept going. My pussy was forced to stretch and adjust around the sheer size of him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed, holding me tightly. He began to guide me up and down, breaking our kiss just as something between a moan and sob tore from my chest.
The water sloshed, spilling over the side of the tub. I could feel how wet I was even submerged, my body creating a natural lubricant as he forced me to ride him. I moaned helplessly, struggling to keep him from going so deep inside me.
The effort was futile. He drove me down onto him with ease. His face didn’t convey any noticeable signs of pleasure, but the way his muscles tensed and the way he held me did. I looked him in his eyes and dug my nails into his shoulders, trying to hurt him a fraction of the way he had me and ward off my pleasure.
It triggered the opposite reaction.
His eyes lit with a twisted delight. He kissed me roughly and then pulled back with an animalistic growl. “You are perfection.”
I could feel the pressure mounting inside me, along with shame and a sick thrill that slithered into my brain at the sound I pulled from him.
This was normal—my body was reacting naturally. It had nothing to do with me. I’d keep telling myself this until I wholeheartedly believed it.
“What are you thinking about while my dick is inside you, deliciae?”
“Home,” I managed to spit at him, knowing it was the wrong thing to say.
He started to laugh, and to my surprise lifted me up. “You and I are going to have so much fun together.” He turned us completely, our new position placing him behind me and my body over the stone ledge of the bathtub.
No longer fully submerged, the chilled air had gooseflesh traveling over my skin. He spread my legs with a knee and gripped one of my slippery hips, plunging back inside me before I could fully comprehend what was happening.
It stole my breath away.
This new position and without the water made every sensation more severe. He was so big I spread my legs wider in an attempt to lessen how full I felt, crying out in pain as he grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to arch and look up at him as he rode my body.
“When I’m fucking you—you’re fucking me—the only time you should be able to speak is when you’re begging for more or screaming my name.”
“Please,” I rasped, tears burning in my eyes as his cock pounded into me.
“Yes. Fuck, Lo. Just like that,” he praised, hitting an angle that had the pressure in my core building at a terrifying intensity.
Small waves of pleasure began rolling through me, my pussy tightening around him. His wet skin slapped against mine, creating a rhythmic sound that was nearly drowned out by moans he was eliciting.
When the final wave of pleasure rolled through my body, a cacophony of screams escaped me as I came.
He continued thrusting, his tempo never waning as I became immersed in heated bliss. His hand still in my hair, he slowly began wrapping it around his fist.
“Now,” he commanded darkly, his voice low as he drove into me. “Say my name.”
I tried to give him what he wanted but couldn’t reply, too overwhelmed, warring with my body and mind. His other hand slid from my hip to between my legs, his fingers gently stroking my clit. I whimpered as a smaller wave of pleasure washed over me, another building right behind it.