Page 94 of Falcon's Prey

He let out a dark chuckle. With his thumbs, he parted my folds. I looked down at him as he blew on my clit. The air was cool, a delicious combination utterly different from how I was feeling. My head thrashed back, and I moved my hips only to hump air.

Ren kneeled on top of me, his lips glistening. “Sorry, princess, guess it was amiss.”

I needed to come, like, yesterday.

“I was jealous, okay?” I gritted out.

That seemed to please him because he gave me half a smile. God, was he gorgeous. He was always so dark, but when he let some of his light shine, it was special. It was more special because when he was soft, it was with me.

Ren didn’t say anything; he bent his head, kissing my navel, then licked all the way up to between my breasts. My chest was rising and falling like I had run a marathon.

“My cock only grows hard for you, Ember.” He raised his head, making eye contact with me.

He was so honest and real that every word was like ambrosia feeding my malnourished soul. Where I showed weakness, he showed strength; where I was incredibly human, he was merciless and unforgiving.

“Please,” I begged again. “Your ribs.”

“There is no pleasure without a little pain,” he hissed.

Ren’s mouth landed on my chest, kissing and sucking as he pinched one of my nipples. He did the same with the other one. I was too lost in the sensation, I missed him pulling something from the drawer. Ren licked on my nipples, then sucked and bit them, each time adding more pressure to the point my hands were on his back scratching and asking for more.

Only when I was squirming and begging for him to let me come did he stop paying attention to my breasts.

“Did I still miss?” he mocked.

Before I could respond, I felt a cool, prickling sensation over my hard nipples. It hurt like little knives, but it also felt good against all the tension that had gathered there. Ren did it again and again on both nipples until I screeched from frustration. My wetness coated my thighs from being on the edge for so long. Ren bent his head again, slowly licking my nipple, then biting it hard. I felt a spasm go over my body, but it wasn’t enough for me to come. I wanted it—no, Ineededit, as much as I needed to breathe. There was a thin line between pain and insanity, and I was on it.

I rose on my elbows, aggravated. In Ren’s hand was a black pinwheel that looked scary as fuck—I was going to ignore that for now.

“If you don’t make me come, I swear to God I will go find G—”

My words were cut off when Ren slammed me back down on the bed with a hand on my throat. His eyes burned with jealousy just at the mention of another man’s name.Good.

His mouth hovered by mine. “The only dick you’ll ever be getting is mine.”

He slammed into me, and I let out a relieved scream. My hands came to his back every time he thrust his hips, and my nails scratched his skin. His body weight was near suffocating, but it still wasn’t close enough. His mouth was on my neck, licking, biting, and sucking. I met him thrust for thrust. The only sounds in the room were our labored breaths, the brutal sounds our bodies were making. People thought making love was supposed to be docile, sweet, and slow, but vicious worked just as well. Violent things took passion. I’m talking about scratching so deep you pull skin, biting because you don’t know whether to moan or scream. Feeling like you are trying to claw out of your skin to be born again.

Ren pulled out and then slammed back in. I was sure I drew blood when I dug my nails into him as I screamed my release. The orgasm tore through me, destroying me, making me lose a part of my soul in the process.

This wasn’t sex. It was something else, something unexplainable. Something so dark, yet so pure, that it scared you.

Violent delights met violent ends,and I feared that was where Ember and I were headed if I didn’t get a handle on our situations. My ribs were on fire the next morning when I woke up sore as fuck, but luckily not broken. Pressed against my chest was Ember’s head. I breathed through the pain I felt today, but fuck, was it worth it.Shewas worth it.

I wasn’t the type of guy to care for a woman. I’d never even loved one. But what I felt for Ember, I couldn’t describe. It was intense, dangerous, cruel, but it calmed me. She roared louder than my demons. She was like stars in my dark sky.

Right after we fucked, Ember knocked out. I stood there smoking some weed to dull the pain and just watched her.

What we did wasn’t sex or making love. It was a fucking possession. It was a union of souls, handing over everything I stood for and now standing for her. Slowly I removed her from my body, careful not to wake her, gritting my teeth because it was causing my ribs pain.

Showering was a pain, so was changing. As for Ember, she slept through it all. I went out of my room, knowing Gideon would be awake already.

“Morning, mate,” he greeted me with a smile as he drank black coffee.

“What do you want, G?”

“Shit, not even because you got laid last night are you mellow. You need to cheer up and stop being such an arsehole.” He took another sip. “Kinda regret not collecting my winnings. That scream…I thought you were tearing her in half.”

He sighed. I was losing my patience.

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