Page 71 of Fighting Gravity
“I showed you my weak spots,” he breathed against my cheek. “You missed.”
“There’s still time,” I said.
His tongue came out, sliding lightly over my ear. “Is there?”
“Yes,” I said, lifting my backside until I felt his predictably hard cock prod the space between my thighs. “Because you still have this sick fascination with me.”
He groaned, rolling his hips until his length was rubbing against my ass. I recalled the size of him. How he’d stretched and opened me. How he filled me more than I even knew possible.
When I felt hot liquid drip down the side of my neck, I knew Rhone was bleeding on me and for some reason it made my core throb. The idea that I’d wounded him filled me with burning joy and I smiled.
“I got you,” I panted. “How’s it feel to be wounded by a tiny, delicate little human girl?”
Referring to myself as “tiny” felt strange, but to Rhone, I was just that.
He tugged at my hair, yanking my head to the side. “How does it feel to be helpless?”
With his free hand, Rhone reached down, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my pants. One jerk and my bare ass was exposed to the cool air and Rhone was straddling my hips.
“You like me to be helpless, don’t you?” I muttered, feeling him fuss with his leathers.
“No,” he grunted, his fingers sliding between my thighs to find my sex wet and slick with anticipation.
Damn my body.
Damn my mind.
Rhone chuckled, the sound deep and devilish. “You feign so much hate toward me, but this isn’t hate.”
“Stop,” I muttered, my voice no longer fiery and commanding.
“I don’t want you helpless,” he continued, sliding one of his fingers into my wet heat. I gasped, a ripple of pleasure licking every nerve. “I want you to surrender. I want you on your knees, yielding to me.”
“Not gonna happen,” I strained.
Rhone let my head drop to the floor, his big hand pinning it there as he pumped his finger in and out of me.
“You’ll surrender to me,” he said, adding another finger. He scissored and twisted them, stretching and preparing me, and every thrust made me wild. “And when you do, you’ll be screaming my name so loud all of Atis will hear. And the gods will know, without a doubt, that you’re mine.”
I closed my eyes, that tone of his sinking deep inside my whole body and coaxing a whimper from my lips. I felt his fingers withdraw and squirmed with embarrassing need, wanting more.
“You’re such an asshole, Rhone,” I said, distraught by my own arousal.
When I felt the head of his cock squeeze between my thighs, I shuddered.
“Yield to me,” he said.
“No.”
He began to push inside with a long, steady thrust, stretching me to my limit. I curled my fingers against the floor, biting my teeth at the erotic burn of his invasion. With my thighs trapped together, everything felt tighter, but I was so damn wet. Hell, I was practically dripping and the way his body vibrated with that strange, near-undetectable sound, loosened every muscle. I whimpered as he buried himself in my channel, eyes damp with strained tears.
“Oh, fuck,” I exhaled, feeling fuller than even the last time he was inside me.
Rhone braced a hand on the floor by my head and adjusted himself, sliding in another thick inch. I didn’t think I could take anymore and as if he knew it, he pulled out and pushed back in, beginning a slow, steady rhythm. I moaned, unable to help myself because my body was loving it. The line between pain and pleasure was once again blurred and soon it would disappear completely.
“You can take me,” he panted, thrusting again and again, a little faster every time. “All of me.”
On another thrust, he slid a little deeper, hitting my cervix and nearly knocking the wind out of me. I stiffened, sucking in a sharp gasp.
