Page 108 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
Tessa writhed, her hips seeking and searching. Aroused. Sensitive. His favorite way to have her.
“Patience, little storm,” he chided, sitting back and running his thumb over her nipple again. “I know what you need.”
“And I’m still questioning that,” she retorted.
His laugh was soft and dark as his hand skimmed up to her throat, gripping loosely. “We both know that isn’t true. We both know that I know exactly what to do when you’re needy and wanting. And we both know you’ll take whatever I give you.”
Releasing her throat, he slid back off her, settling onto his side and propping his head on his fist.
“Then what are you doing?” she demanded, once again breathless.
One of her hands came up, skimming along her skin, kneading her own breast, but there would be none of that.
His darkness unfurled, wrapping around her wrists—and that godsdamn cuff he’d be getting the fuck off her—and pulling them above her head, keeping them there.
“As if I’m going to let you touch what’s mine,” he said with a soft snarl. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed touching you? Sleeping beside you? Sliding my cock into your tight cunt and feeling you come undone?” Her breath hitched at the words, and when her thighs rubbed together, he reached down, pulling one away. “I’ll be the one to give you all your pleasure tonight, Tessa. Only me.”
“Then get on with it,” she retorted.
Or she tried to.
It was definitely a whine, and he chuckled again, leaning down to run the tip of his nose along the length of hers.
“Keep them open,” he said in a dark command as he ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh. “Or I’ll do it for you.” She sucked in a sharp breath, but then she relaxed, her legs falling wider in obedience that she only ever gave him here. When she needed someone else to make the decisions, to make her feel good, to let her exist without expectations.
Trailing his fingers up, he brushed by the spot he knew she wanted him to touch. “You can be so good when it serves you,” he said, leaning down to kiss along her jaw, down her neck. He nipped at her collarbone, her chest, dragging his mouth back to her breast. “You know you drive me mad, right?”
“Yes,” she rasped, squirming to try to get his fingers where she wanted them.
He smacked her inner thigh, a cry coming from her lips as he rubbed his palm on the same spot, soothing the ache.
“I’m glad you realize how crazy you make me,” he went on. “Because then you’ll understand why I want to see you just as undone, just as crazed, as you make me.”
“Theon,” she gasped when he sucked her nipple into his mouth once more, swirling his tongue around it before moving to the other side. He didn’t stop there though. He finally gave her what she’d wanted, circling her clit fast and hard. Her whimpersand gasps were a symphony he wanted to memorize. The only music he ever cared to listen to again.
He planted kisses between her breasts, down her torso. Gods, he was painfully hard, and all he wanted to do was climb on top of her and fuck her until they were so bonded, no one would ever doubt who she belonged to again. There was only one other who would have her like this, and if he walked away, he was a fucking fool.
“Are you as insane as I am yet, little storm? Do you understand what you do to me yet? What I crave and need and have to have?”
“Yes,” she gasped, bucking against his hand.
“Are you sure? Because I don’t know that you deserve to come until you do.”
Her eyes had fallen closed, but they snapped open at that, lust and fury glaring back at him. “I always deserve to come.”
“Is that so?” he smirked, watching that confidence falter just a little as he rolled back over her. He kissed her once, twice, before tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. His cock slid against her wetness, and she chased him yet again, grinding up against him. “How do you plan to convince me not to drag this out? Because I’ll admit, it’s a sight to see you so needy for me.”
She went still for the briefest of moments before her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Pressing his dick against a hot and ready cunt.
“Fuck,” he hissed, but she wasn’t done.
Even with her wrists suspended above her head, she managed to lift up, pressing her bare breasts against his chest as she licked a path up his neck. He was chasing her now, leaning in, following her lips. Her teeth grazed below his ear before her tongue flicked his earlobe. Then her throaty voice rasped, “Please fuck me, Theon. I’m yours. Every piece of me, so claim me.”
He cursed again as he shifted, lining himself up and sliding into a paradise that he was sure was better than the After. He felt her stretch around him, inch by inch, and he went as slow as he could, wanting to savor every second of having her.Trulyhaving her. But his self-restraint was too frayed, and he was sliding in to the hilt, his eyes rolling back as he settled fully against her.
There was a soft sigh from her as her legs tightened around his waist, and he lifted his head, his lips brushing over her closed eyes. Brushing his nose down the length of hers. Taking her lips with his own.
“Perfectly wild,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Perfectly untamed.” Another kiss. “Perfect.”
