Page 54 of City of Secrets and Shadows
“Please what?” His voice was velvet-wrapped steel against my ear.
I closed my eyes, swallowing what remained of my pride. “Please fuck me.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, his approval sending an unwelcome thrill through me.
His hand gripped my hip, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise as he positioned himself. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing, not quite giving me what I needed. My body trembled with anticipation, with need, with shame at how desperately I wanted this — wanted him — despite everything.
“Tell me again,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
I bit my lip, fighting the words even as my body betrayed me, pushing back against him, seeking the fullness only he could provide.
“Stubborn to the end,” he chuckled darkly. “Fine. Have it your way.”
Without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The sudden fullness tore a cry from my throat, pain and pleasure mingling in equal measure. He gave me no time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that had me clawing at the wall for purchase.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, his hips snapping against mine. “To be fucked against the wall like a common whore?”
“You talk too much,” I gasped, each thrust driving the breath from my lungs.
His grip tightened, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back. The sharp pain sent sparks down my spine, intensifying everything.
“And you fight too much,” he growled against my ear. “But we both know it’s just for show.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he spun me around, lifting me with ease. My back hit the wall as he hoisted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to watch you break for me.”
He entered me again in one fluid thrust, the new angle hitting places inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. My nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood through the fabric of his tunic.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity there was almost unbearable — hunger and hatred and something else, something dangerous I didn’t want to name.
“Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you and admit it,” he demanded, his voice strained with exertion. “Admit how much you need this. How much you need me.”
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, determined to deny him the satisfaction. But my body betrayed me, meeting each brutal thrust with equal fervour, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“Never,” I managed, the word breaking on a moan as he changed the angle, hitting a spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
Septimus growled against my ear, his free hand sliding between my legs to find the sensitive bundle of nerves at my centre. His fingers circled with devastating precision, knowing exactly how to touch me.
“Your mouth lies,” he said, teeth scraping my shoulder. “But this doesn’t.” His fingers moved faster, matching the relentless rhythm of his hips. “Your cunt knows who it belongs to.”
I wanted to deny it, to maintain some shred of dignity, but the coiling tension within me was becoming unbearable. Each thrust drove me higher, closer to that precipice where thought would shatter and only sensation would remain. His pace increased, becoming almost brutal in its intensity. The wall scraped against my back, pain mingling with pleasure in a heady cocktail that left me dizzy. His fingers worked mercilessly between my thighs, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. “Come around my cock like the good little whore you are.”
I wanted to resist, to deny him the satisfaction, but my body had other ideas. The tension coiled tighter, tighter, until it snapped with devastating force. My back arched, a cry torn from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves. My inner walls clenched around him, milking him as he continued to thrust through my release.
“That’s it,” he growled, his rhythm faltering as his own climax approached. “Take it all. I want you dripping with my cum.”
His words would have shocked me once. Now they only fuelled the fire raging through me as my release crested, my body convulsing around him. Septimus groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure. I could feel him swell inside me, the telltale sign of his impending release.
“Where?” he demanded, his voice strained, the single word heavy with meaning.
I knew I should tell him to pull out. It would be the sensible thing, the safe thing. I had the herbs to take, though they were never completely reliable. But sense and safety had abandoned me the moment he’d walked through my door.
“Inside,” I gasped, the admission torn from somewhere primal and reckless. “I want to feel you.”
