Page 89 of Wicked Tides
She was whimpering. Tears wet her cheeks and rolled into her hair. Her lips were trembling and her chest heaved with strained breaths. Were she human, I’d have known I went too far, but she wasn’t human and I needed to keep reminding myself of that. She wouldn’t break. Not even if I kept going for hours.
Hooking my hands around her knees, I pulled her down until her arms were stretched taut against the binds. My groin rubbed up against her slick heat and I felt the painful strain of my eager cock fighting my trousers. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating and those stressed cries coming from her mouth made every inch of me yearn to be inside her.
Growling, I rolled Dahlia onto her stomach and pressed a hand to the small of her back, pinning her flat before I stood to undo my pants. I slid them off my legs and kicked them to the side, watching as my cock sprung free. The damn thing was far too eager to fuck a siren and the thought sent chills down my spine. But it didn’t stop me from wanting to continue.
Kneeling behind Dahlia again, I lifted her hips off the mattress, my fingers biting into her backside. She was pliable and willing, every inch of her surrendering to my touch. Leaning over her, I let my cock press against her back and licked my tongue up the divot of her spine. I threw her hair out of the way so I could kiss her shoulder and then I slid my teeth over that same skin, biting down. Dahlia gasped loudly and let out a little scream as I sunk my teeth deeper. Copper tinged my tongue before I drew back and glimpsed the crescent marking on her skin.
Why I loved the look of that bite mark so much was lost to me, but it made my cock pulse with need. I reached down and stroked myself a few times, trembling under my own touch. I needed to be inside her. Even then, her scent was hypnotizing me and I was losing my mind. The way her pained breaths filled the room made me feral. I reached forward, grabbing her hair and wrapping it around my hand. I tuggeduntil her head was craned back and I notched my cock at her sopping entrance.
In one, fluid thrust, I was sheathed inside her. I let out a shuddering moan when I felt her squeeze me, so tight and hot. Her muscles went rigid as I stretched her, but once I was buried deep, she let out a raspy sob. I pulled out and sunk back in again, driving her forward with the force. She moaned loudly, her fists clenched against the headboard.
I took her hips with both hands and pulled out of her all the way before dragging her back onto my length again. Dahlia began a rhythm of gasping moans that turned into desperate cries as I rocked in and out of her. The room was flooded with sounds of agony and pleasure and the crude cadence of our bodies slamming together.
But it wasn’t enough. Dahlia was disconnecting. She was giving in to the wrong thing. She was giving in to a pattern and that was where I needed to interrupt her. I wasn’t a pattern. I wasn’t something to go numb to. I wanted her to feel every bit of what was happening.
I pressed her down onto the bed flat, my cock still deep inside her. I pinned her with my full weight, coiling my hand around to the front of her neck. As I took on a new tempo, I pulled her chin up, forcing her back to arch. I thrust hard and deep, plunging into her without mercy as I squeezed her throat.
“I’ll fuck you raw unless you come,” I rasped into her ear, picking up speed. “Come for me, Dahlia. Come with me inside you. Come with my hand around your throat. I know you need it. The pain. The release.”
“I let them die,” she whined, her words like the head of an arrow hitting my chest.
“Yes, you did. Now, answer for it.”
I fucked her hard. Brutally. I crushed her beneath me until I felt a sharp intake of air sweep through her lungs. I squeezed her throat even tighter, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear before biting the lobe. Suddenly, I felt her whole body seize. I gripped her jaw and forced her head to turn, locking my lips against hers just as her release rippledthrough her body. She let out a choked cry against my mouth and when I released her, that cry turned to a shuddering moan.
It was fucking music to my ears and the way her walls quivered around me had me on the edge of coming myself.
God, why was everything about her in that instant making my chest swell? It shouldn’t have. I should have been disgusted, but instead, I was starved for her. Being inside her and feeling her unravel beneath me was some kind of twisted relief that filled me with satisfaction.
I rolled Dahlia onto her back. She was still in the throes of tortured ecstasy, her body still trembling, but I gave her no reprieve from the torment as I forced myself back into her heat. Tears still streaked her face and when I drove into her again, she tossed back her head with a throaty moan. I watched her fingers wrap around my belt and longed to feel those nails on my bare back. But as soon as I reached for the belt around her wrists, she looked up at me, her brows furrowed.
“No,” she protested.
The look of pain on her face threw me off. Her tears ceased being from getting choked or slapped and seemed to mean something entirely different. She was in anguish from the inside and her soul was screaming for a different sort of release. One I feared I could not give her.
I pulled back my hand and braced myself above her, driving myself deep. She gasped, closing her eyes, and instinct drove my fingers around her throat again. She tipped her chin up, welcoming the assault, so I pressed my thumbs into her windpipe and watched her eyes roll back. I thrust into her. Harder. Faster. Every stroke drove me closer to my own pinnacle and as I witnessed consciousness begin to slip from her, I felt the tension in my core snap.
Dahlia suddenly seized again, pushing up on her heels as if about to struggle for air. I released her and she sucked in a ragged breath, her back arching off the bed with another climax. The sight of it undid me and I came. I came hard, pleasure exploding through me like wildfire,catching every nerve from my stomach to my toes in an uncontrollable squall of euphoria.
Slowly, my release ebbed, the pleasure trickling away until I was spent and breathless. Beneath me, Dahlia was panting, but her body had relaxed, her wrists hanging limply in the loops of my belt. She pressed her lips together as if to suppress something. There was still great pain in her face. I could see it in the way her eyes were screwed shut and her brows were knitted together.
The monster I believed her to be was unprotected now. She was naked in more ways than one, her heart and soul displayed to me like she’d been split down the middle. I didn’t know if it was trust or desperation that made her that way, but considering our past, I was inclined to believe the latter. She’d been desperate for relief and it was clear she could not simply reel it all back once she got it.
I finally pulled from her heat and rose to my knees, reaching for her binds. Once I unwound my belt, she lowered her hands to her chest and took a couple deep breaths. Then she opened her tear-filled eyes and sat up, forcing me out of the way. I stood as she did and watched her hurry to the door, toss it open, and head toward the lake. I stayed in the cottage, watching through the open door as she retreated and disappeared.
Whether she was ashamed or overwhelmed or regretful, I didn’t know, but I knew what I saw and what I felt. She wanted—needed—whatever we’d done. She needed the pain. The torture. She needed the release and I needed it, too. Perhaps not in the same way, but I did.
That did not mean I was not confused. I was beyond confused. I’d fucked plenty of women, but never anyone like that. Never in a way so dramatic. What we’d done was more than a simple roll in the sheets. What we’d done unlocked something in both of us and I wondered if either of us would ever be able to admit it to the other or if it was just going to be yet another emotion we fought the rest of our lives trying not to feel.
~ 32 ~
Vidar
Like stars falling from the sky
Joy is bright yet fleeting in the dark
~ Unknown
