Page 10 of Destined for Dreams
He rested his free arm on the table and leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. “What if I bit you again? Would you run from me this time?”
“I won’t ever run from you again,” Cori swore. At that moment, she would have promised him anything. He literally had her in the palms of his hands.
“Liar.” He added another finger, widening and preparing her for his entrance.
She rose on her toes, the pleasure almost too much to bear. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Bite me, fuck me, just do something more!”
“Such foul language.” Bartol bit her in the back of the neck with his human teeth—apparently, the fangs only came out for the initial mating process. Cori didn’t care. The pain felt good and right with him doing it, but then his fingers slid out of her, and his mouth drew away.
She let out a choked sob.
“You are lucky I need this as much as you do,” he said.
She caught the sound of a belt jangling and a zipper sliding down. She tilted her head and looked back at him. His large cock jutted from the opening of his pants, but he’d left all his clothes in place other than what was necessary for sex.
“Take your shirt off,” she begged.
“No.”
Cori lay there completely bare to him and vulnerable, but he wouldn’t give her that one thing. “Why?”
“I’m still angry with you.”
Before she could make an annoyed response, he thrust into her, and she lost all thought or reason. Over and over, he pushed into her. She felt the tendrils of their mate bond reforging and strengthening with each spark of pleasure. It was a heady sensation. Cori had been married once before, and she’d had a few lovers since the divorce, but she’d never experienced anything like what she had with Bartol. It was as if he penetrated her very soul.
His breathing was heavy as he gripped her hips and plunged into her with ever more forceful thrusts. Thanks to Melena’s blood, Cori was strong enough to handle it now compared to when he’d had to be so careful the first time. She caught his gaze watching her. With every push, she shoved her butt back to meet him, but he still monitored her to be sure he wasn’t hurting her.
“Harder,” she ordered, wanting him to give all he had.
Bartol let go of her hips and took hold of her shoulders, arching her back upward. “Be careful what you ask for.”
The next thing she knew, he was pushing into her womb so deeply she no longer knew who she was or where they were. Stars flashed across her vision. She wished she could touch him, hold him, let him feel how much he was making her wild, but all she could do was moan and cry out.
He grunted. “It was as if you were made for me.”
“Bartol…” she pleaded.
He pulled her up higher, bringing her closer. One of his hands dropped down to grip her left breast and squeezed it tightly while the other moved between her thighs. He rubbed her clitoris, and she screamed. This was the final touch she had needed to set her off. Her body shook as he worked her, bringing her to greater and greater heights. A hundred sensations washed over her as the orgasm made her lose all sense of reason. She felt him, wanting nothing more than for them to stay joined like this forever. How long it lasted, she didn’t know, but eventually she slumped against his hold, her body drained.
Bartol carefully returned her to the table and gripped her hips once more. His thrusts grew jerky and uneven. He must have known she couldn’t take much more, and he was doing what he could to speed up the process. Still, he wasn’t one who could rush things. It took another ten minutes before his warm seed poured deeply inside her. Cori’s body stirred faintly. She wanted to orgasm again but couldn’t find the strength.
A minute later, Bartol relaxed and leaned down to press his lips to the side of her neck. It was the sweetest kiss she’d ever felt from him. One full of caring and gratitude. He was showing how much he appreciated her, and the way she’d surrendered complete control to him. If only he knew how difficult it was to do that, especially with her past. He was the man that could bring out the submissive side of her in ways her ex-lovers never could.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he said.
Cori let out a lazy smile. “I’d stay this way all day if you’d keep touching me.”
“Greedy woman.”
He pulled away and zipped up his pants. “Don’t you have a business to open?”
“I could call Asher and let him do it,” she suggested, turning to sit on the table with her legs open for him to see.
Bartol sucked in a deep breath. He stood staring for a moment, a fresh bulge already rising in his pants before turning away. He moved over to a tall cabinet and drew out a box of tissues, tossing them at her. “Tormod will be here soon for training. I don’t want him seeing you like this—I’d have to kill him.”
