Page 107 of Of Blood and Banes
“Remind me of my name when you scream,” he whispers roughly into the back of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine.
He slides himself inside of me, choking out any response I’d been thinking of. Slow, inch by inch, he stuffs himself inside of me, waiting for me to grow accustomed to his length and thickness before he pushes farther. He stops once he’s fully inside of me, his hips set flush against my ass. That full pressure of him inside me is mind-tingling. I’m burning for more friction. I glance over my shoulder at him, waiting for him to give me the movement I so desperately need.
He grins. “You’re holding your breath.”
I blow it out, heat escaping my face, and instead I wiggle my hips against his groin, wordlessly asking for him to fuck me. He tangles his fingers into my hair to gently pull my head back, before he leans in close, his lips trailing whispers of kisses down along my temple until he reaches my ear.
His voice is soft and sultry. “I want you to…”
He pulls out a few inches, then plunges deep inside of me with a forceful grunt, my legs quaking beneath me, and I gasp out.
“...beg for every inch.” He pulls out again lazily.
“Beg for every kiss…” He gingerly pecks my shoulder. “...beg for every touch?—”
He slaps my ass, and I jolt forward into the wall with a muffled cry, the sting of it delicious and startling all at once. The pain rings in ripples across my skin, contrasting against the wicked heat collecting in between my thighs.
“Beg for me,” he growls as he kisses against the back of my neck and bites down into my skin with a softness that conveys nothing but possessiveness.
I groan, the sensation of pleasure and pain an entirely new concept to me. And one that takes me by surprise with how much I like it. There never would have been a world where I begged from a man, let alone for a man to fuck me. But here I am, pressed up against a wall and needing him. Craving every bit. He turns me into an absolute animal—hungry and focused on the overwhelming and all-encompassing need for only one thing.
Him.
“Please…Gods…fuck me like I won’t break,” I say with my eyes closed.
“I am not your god.”
The next string of words come out in a jumbled, breathy mess. “I don’t care who you are, give me your cock. I want you to touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me. All of it. Take it all and make me yours.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound ofmine,” he growls.
Something snaps, and he uses a hand to pin the side of my face against the wall as he fucks me hard and fast. So much so that I’m spreading my legs wider so he can reach those irresistible spots that have me trembling and whimpering for him. Each thrust is harder than the last, and a tight grunt escapes his lips. A loud clap sounds every time he slams into me, filling the room with a rhythmic applause that matches my pounding heart.
Every attempt at saying something is stolen by the roll of his hips, every inch of him drowns out my thoughts in euphoria. I whimper, sensing the inevitable new wave of pleasure rolling in. Understanding exactly what I need, he begins to smack my ass. Not hard enough to sting but enough to grab my attention.
He whispers breathily near my ear, “You gonna come on me like this?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, don’t stop. Please let me come.”
He listens, continuing to work himself faster, chasing that next climax until I shudder, clenching around him again with a force that seals my eyes shut.
“Atta. Girl. You. Take it. So. Well.” He punctuates each word with grunted thrusts while gripping my ass so hard I’m sure it’ll leave bruises.
We descend into pure, mad lust. He fucks me over and over, pinned against the wall, until my ears ring from coming so hard, so many times. It’s almost as if with each thrust, he discovers exactly what makes my body tick and melt, adjusting his tempo and speed to what my body calls for.
“Darian…I…” I pant, my entire body shaking as if I were left out in the cold, sweat drenching my skin and my hair plastered to everywhere it touches. “I…can’t…stand…”
He slips out of me immediately, sweeping me into his arms just as I collapse. He carries me over to the bed, laying me down and flipping me onto my stomach. He plunges back inside of me and continues to pound me. I melt into the bed as he fucks me into the bouncing mattress, just as he said he would.
“Darian,” I cry and shatter once again.
“That’s right. Make a mess on my cock.”
I’m struggling to find a single breath. My bones are an aching, blissful mess. Perhaps I’m in way, way over my head. Here I thought Darian might have been all talk…but now that we’re here, in a room with just him and I, things are different.
We rock back and forth, the bed squeaking in appreciation, our sweaty bodies slapping against each other. I push up to my forearms, glancing back at Darian. His eyes are trained on his glistening length gliding in and out of me. Sweat plasters his brown hair to his forehead, his brows lowered as he concentrateson the task at hand. His strong fingers pull my ass apart, stretching me wider to accommodate him as he fucks me.
His eyes begin to flutter, his head lolling back as he thrusts again and again. Gods, from this angle he’s devastatingly beautiful. Each carved muscle shifts with every snap of his hips, sweat dripping and rolling down his bronze skin. Even his staggered, panting breaths spike a desire within me. He looks vulnerable, basking in every touch and sensation. Losing himself tome.
