Page 109 of Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

Animals against bars.

Bars that were breaking.

“I’ll start slow,” he ground out. “But it may be difficult for me to—If I start to lose control?—”

His words were clumsy and awkward. But I didn’t need words to understand him.Ravenous, he had said.

Atrius was a man terrified of losing control. And I was asking him to balance on the knife’s edge.

I kissed him, deeply, our tongues mingling as his cock strained at my entrance once again. He was shaking. Weaver,Iwas shaking.

“I don’t need you to be gentle with me,” I whispered.

No. I wanted all of it.

His teeth closed around my lip, his nostrils flaring.

His mouth trailed to my ear, suckling at my lobe for a moment, before whispering, firmly, “Tell me to stop, and I stop.”

And then he pushed.

Weaver fucking save me.

My thighs spread wider. I clutched him, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, as he impaled me, inch by inch. My body was begging for this, begging for him to be inside me—and yet the pain was there, too, undeniable, acute and burning as I stretched around him. When I thought there couldn’t possibly be more of him, my awareness moved down to find several inches of thick, glistening flesh between us.

And Weaver, yes. He was taking his time. Being gentle. One hand braced under my backside to hold me up against the rocks. The other stroked my hair. His muscles were tense, trembling.

He’d work himself into me slowly, if that’s what I needed. What I wanted.

It wasn’t what I wanted.

I stilled, drawing in a breath. He stilled too, face turning against my hair. Listening. Waiting.

But instead of giving him the words he was looking for, I tightened my legs around his waist in one abrupt movement, pulling him into me in a single thrust.

He hadn’t been expecting that. He let out a groan, fingers tightening around my body, while I sank my teeth into his shoulder—hard enough that I tasted blood. A whimper escaped my throat. The sudden burst of pleasure-pain consumed me, so intense my body tightened against it.

For several long seconds, we stayed like that, locked together in every way. Even our threads had been tied, intertwined, like strands in a braid. I felt his desire as clearly as my own—and with it, too, his concern, as he cradled my head against his shoulder.

Strange, how our breathing synced up of its own accord, our chests rising and falling at the same rapid rate.

I had never felt so close to another soul before.

It terrified me.

It intoxicated me.

Heartbeats passed. The pain, initially sharp, faded to a distant throb. I felt as if I had been split open, full in a way I never had been before.

“Good?” Atrius murmured into my hair, at last.

In response, I shifted my hips, testing the way it felt to move with him inside me and?—

Weaver.

I threw my head back and let out a low, long moan. My entire body shuddered with the movement, rolling against him.

The pleasure was worth the pain. Gods, it was better for the pain.

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