Page 57 of Fighting Gravity
“Y—yes.”
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you until you’re seeing stars. I’m going to fill you until you scream for mercy.”
She hummed approval… until I pressed on and felt her body go rigid. Her breaths turned to ragged gasps and her hands balled into tight fists.
“Wait,” she panted.
But I could not. I drove forth, plunging deep into her sopping channel, and heard Quinn yelp at the intrusion. She was so tight and I knew my hasty thrust had caused her pain. I should have stopped, but she had egged me on. My Thel had drawn her to me and in turn, I hungered for her. I wanted her tight sheath to take me inside her. I wanted to hear her moans. Her screams.
I pulled out and drove back into her, burying myself as deep as her body could take me. She gasped, her knees buckling beneath her.
“Rhone,” she moaned.
I released her wrists, wrapping my arm around to grip her throat and pull her up toward me. Her back arched and she cried out as I thrust into her again.
“You cannot tempt a monster and run when he takes the bait,” I said against her ear.
She grabbed at my arm, hanging onto me as I continued to ram into her. Wet or not, her body stressed to accommodate me. I had a hard time believing males of her species were so well endowed, but she took me so well.
“Gods, you’re so tight,” I breathed, licking up the shell of her ear.
She mewled, the sound tense and hypnotic. Every time I buried myself inside her body I was consumed by her warmth. Her scent. The sounds she made. It fed the beast within. The beast who’d desired her since I brought her on my ship. In some way, I knew from the beginning I would have her. I just didn’t know how.
Feeling the pressure building in my groin made me wild. I slid my free hand down Quinn’s front, pressing my palm to her stomach. Feeling myself invade her body, my girth pulsing in her lower abdomen every time I thrust inside, snapped the last thread that was holding me together in two. Over and over again I filled her and I felt that knot in my core abruptly unravel. I planted my palm to the middle of Quinn’s back, bending her over the wing again to finish myself deep inside her heat. Quinn clawed at the metal with her nails as I gripped her hips and pulled her back and forth on my length, chasing the pleasure. Staring at the curve of Quinn’s body, I couldn’t help myself. I needed her flesh to be mine.
Claws out, I laid my hand on her back and scored my fingers down her tender skin in a slow manner, savoring the way she tensed. She screamed and the sound encouraged my release. I spilled inside her, emptying every ounce of my seed. The climax was long and gripping, pulling me to the edge of the heavens before letting me fall back down to the physical realm.
I had never felt so sated. So satisfied. Quinn melted beneath me, her body quivering. Small, shaking breaths were all I could hear after the storm. She’d gone almost completely lax, her legs boneless. I could smell blood in the air and cocked my head at my work. Three, shallow abrasions trailed down the pale skin of her back, just deep enough to bleed. As I pulled my cock from her quivering sex, I realized that wasn’t the only place I smelled blood.
Glancing at myself, I saw red streaking my relaxed length. Saw it dripping down the insides of Quinn’s thighs. I stared at her slumped over the wing and stepped back, waiting for her to spin around and deliver a blow across my face. But she didn’t. She slowly straightened, covered herself, and pushed her sweat-dampened hair back from her glistening face. Two deep breaths later, she raised her chin and looked me in the eyes. Tears wet her cheeks. The same tears I saw when she was splayed on the table in Ket’s shady den, restrained by three men.
Those tears pierced my chest with unexpected force. Had she not asked to be punished? Did I not just get her back from Ket because she was my property? I shouldn’t have cared about her emotional state at all and yet… the look on her face cut deep.
I needed to separate from it. Ground myself.
I covered my cock behind my leathers and stepped back further.
“Go bathe and care for yourself,” I said coldly, turning to leave the cargo bay.
25: Quinn
What thefuckwas I thinking? Punish me? Had I said that? No… I said “fuckingpunish me.”
And he did…
I was so drunk with that infectious tone of his. The vibrations took me and collared me and made me beg for his attention and it sickened me. I was like a dog in heat and I couldn’t help myself. I was convinced it was partly because I hadn’t had sex in so long and partly because Rhone’s alien tricks had brainwashed me into wanting him.
I felt so dirty.
And the worst part? Rhone’s cock definitely matched his stature. A big, green alien was expected to have a big, green cock. When I’d gotten a glimpse of it in the showers, it had been relaxed and even then I thought it a little excessive. When it was erect, though I didn’t see it, it was monstrous. The moment he shoved it inside me I was freed of my trance and I felt every thick inch of him as he tore into my body. The pain burned all the way through me and even my weak attempt at getting him to slow down had failed. If I remembered correctly, I’d only managed to say “wait” and “Rhone.” That wasn’t exactly an obvious “stop, you’re ripping me in half.”
But holy shit…
When I finally got past the pain and realized Rhone was pounding into me with his magnificent manhood, there was something so torturously erotic about it. Iwantedhim to do it. Part of me wondered if my running away and looking for a way off that ship was so that he’d find me. Was I really that sick?
Hell, I’d done worse. At least this time didn’t fill me with debilitating regret and a desire to erase my memories with narcotics. No, this time I only had moderate regret. Mostly because I was walking to the showers feeling like I had sandpaper wedged up my vagina. And whatever he’d done to my back burned like I’d skidded on asphalt. And to top it off, I didn’t even come. I was too distracted by everything else going on that I didn’t even achieve that pinnacle of sexual pleasure and I was feeling deprived.
“Jesus, what’d he do to me?” I mumbled to myself as I came to the bath chamber.
