Page 70 of Shattered Silence

So she took him again and again, and she loved the sound of his voice—those low, primal, rumbling growls that sent a wicked shiver down her spine as she realized she could so easily tip him over the edge with the smallest motion.

But she held back, because she knew what he wanted.

“C-careful,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he pulled her away, and she came up off him with a soft gasp. Enki ran his hands over her arms, drawing her toward him. He caressed her hips, her waist, her thighs, and his touch was no longer gentle. They way he held her—rough, frantic, possessive—betrayed his desperate need.

Powerful arms surrounded her, and suddenly, she was on her back, and Enki loomed over her, in control once again. The healing patch dropped off her chest, but she barely noticed, because his lips crushed against hers, and he kissed her hard, his mouth hot and insistent and demanding. She felt the pressure of his fangs against her lips, but they never once pierced her skin. His hard body pressed against hers, and he surrounded her in a powerful tangle of hard muscle and smooth silver skin.

He fisted her hair, tipped her head back, met her eyes.

Consumed her with his gaze.

“Layla,” he growled, his fangs fully bared now. “You are ready for me.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” she whispered, searching his face and finding nothing remotely human there. She surrendered to his touch, to the way he engulfed her so completely, leaving her feeling helpless to her desire.

Enki entered her. He slammed home with the full force of a man who had held back for too long, and suddenly all his self-control was gone, the last pieces of the stone-cold mask falling away to reveal his inner beast.

He fucked her hard, holding her tightly, his lips clamping down on the soft skin at the base of her neck, his big hands running up and down her back. He went deep, filling her, stretching her, his deep groans reverberating in her ears. A sliver of pain gave way to pure pleasure as Layla understood the true purpose of that devastating ridge along his cock.

No longer racked with pain, her body felt strong and supple, and as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, she reveled in the feeling of being whole again, of being able to withstand the sheer force that was Enki.

Again and again he fucked her, until time blurred, and she lost awareness of everything except for their bodies moving in unison; except for him.

He was savage with her, and she loved it.

She’d never imagined something so hard and powerful and overwhelming could feel so damn good.

“A-aah,” she cried out, closing her eyes and tipping her head back as he held her against him. Layla wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her legs around him.

She let him take her away, riding on a wave of pure Kordolian intensity, and a delicious tension welled up in her core, winding tighter and tighter until she couldn’t bear it any more.

“Please,” she rasped, and it was the second time he’d made her beg.

He growled; a low, primal sound that reverberated deep within her bones. A flash of pain at the base of her neck quickly dissolved into hot, demanding kisses, and she realized he’d bitten her.

Possession. Pain. Pleasure.

Layla ran her hands over his muscular back, over his neck, over his impossibly soft hair. Suddenly, one of his hands closed around her wrist, and he guided her to his temple, where she felt a subtle bump.

A deep groan issued from his throat as she touched that area, so she did it again, bringing both thumbs over his temples, caressing those mysterious raised points.

Ah. So he was sensitive there. She increased the pressure from her thumbs, just a little.

Layla wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he fucked her even harder, harder, harder, and they dragged each other willingly to the very brink of ecstasy…

They went over.

He held her tightly as he came inside her, as if, now that he had finally found her, he never, ever wanted to let her go, and all Layla could do was surrender, crying out hoarsely as she writhed in his arms.

She came, again.

And it was sublime.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Layla’s eyes fluttered open. Disoriented, she blinked and slowly absorbed her surroundings.

Where am I?

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