Page 74 of Dravin

Like he has all the time in the world.

“Are you waiting for something?” I ask sarcastically, turning my head around to shoot him a look.

“Yeah. For you to beg to have my fat dick filling you up until you can’t take anymore.”

“I see.” I whip my face around fast so he can’t see my grin. It takes all my control not to burst out laughing. It makes it doubly as hard to swallow it back knowing that he’s trying to hold it back too. “Well, Viking… I’d really, truly love to be pillaged, conquered, and acquainted with your longsword.”

He’s so quiet that I have to sneak a peek over my shoulder again. He’s got his fist pressed to his mouth and he’s about to burst.

“You’ve been such a good Viking, tasting my… exotic cream. I suppose I could beg you, this one time.” I wriggle my ass in the air. It’s hard to do with my thighs spread this far apart. “Please. Please, please, please fuck my pussy. I really am dying here. The gin and the foreplay and wearing your shirt, smelling you all over my skin, it makes mesowet. Plus, I’ve been bad. I antagonized you. I deserve to have my pussy punished and- like- spanked or something. With your cock.”

Dravin grasps my hips and bursts out laughing. “Kael! Come on. I’m really trying here.”

“You’re not. I can tell because your cock still isn’t inside of me.”

He lightly smacks the inside of my thigh in warning before he cups my whole pussy in his hand. He runs his fingers along my clit before pinching it. He glides his hand back, cupping me and giving me a tiny little slap. I’m so sensitive from what he just did with his mouth that it’s magnified a thousand times.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Half to death,” I purr provocatively. “Hold on. Let me brace.”

“You’re evil.”

I really do get my hands in front of me and lean hard on my arms. I might be a total tease and an ass, but one thing that I can’t joke about is how wet and how beyond ready I am to take his cock.

I guess he’s done with the dirty talk and the threats of torture. He runs his cock over my soaking slit, making sure I’m good and ready before he grasps my hips and impales me.

“Jesus god!” I curse, my nails digging into the comforter. The whole bed jerked forward, the headboard slapping off against the wall. He freezes, inhaling sharply. I breathe in a shaky breath too, grind my teeth, and push back. “That wasn’t a Jesus god, stop. That was again, please, more, harder, rougher, as you will.”

“I’m going to imprint myself on your insides.”

“Ooh, you’re learning. I give you an A this time.”

“Me, or my cock?”

He pulls out and slots himself at my entrance again, so impossibly wide. I have to watch him push in, slowly this time, gliding forward with our slick wetness easing the way. He doesn’t stop until his balls ram up against my ass. He pulses inside of me, so furiously that I wonder if he canmakehimself do that.

It all comes down to this. Despite the missing him, the anger, the aching, the confusion, the teasing, the driving him half insane tonight, just…this.

It’s right in a world where everything is always so fucking wrong.

He’s my happiness in a life saturated by grief.

He’s my safety in the midst of danger.

No matter how different we are, where we came from, the paths we’ve walked up to this point, Ineedhim. I need him in my life. I need to be in his. I want his body. I want hisheart. I want his laughter and his shitty days. I want his tender spirit and his surprising charm, and his incredible brain.

He’s wrapped himself all around my heart in knots that I can’t hope to undo. He’s done it by being entirely himself.

A good man.

He’s even a good man as he winds my hair around his fist and uses it to jerk my head back while he brings his hand down to my ass to spank me hard. He saws in and out of me, fucking me until I see stars. They may actually be there. I might have ripped out of my body and shot straight to the cosmos. He drives himself into me in an almost unhinged way. If I wasn’t so strong, he’d shoot me halfway across the bed with the force of it. The wooden headboard bangs against the wall over and over again, echoing in the room and probably down the hall. I can hear the low thumping music playing from the lounge. It’s not really that far away.

I wonder if they can hear us too.

I’m right on the edge, painfully teetering. I don’t reach between my legs and push myself over by circling my clit. I let Dravin take me there with every thrust, and finally, when I’m so close that I can feel the pleasure creeping into my limbs, saturating all my cells, I look behind me, watching him in all his masculine glory as he rears up over me, his torso slicked with sweat, the veins in his arms and neck flexing as he holds onto me, eyes closed in intense concentration.

Watching his glorious body in all its glory and power behind me, feeling how painfully full he makes me as he drives into me, knowing that I’m being fucked by a modern day warrior… it brings me to the brink.

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