Page 79 of Lust

He grins up at me as I grab his wrists and pin him down, just like he did to me. My hands barely wrap around the thickness of his wrists, but I know he won’t resist. I straddle him, feeling his hard cock nestle in the groove of my ass.

“You’ve got me!”

Is that mirth I see in my huge demon? Will he never cease to amaze me?

I bite my lip as I look down at my triumph. I’ve finally caught him. “Now, what should I do with you?”

In an instant, he pulls his hips down on the bed, pressing them into the mattress and then back up, impaling me on his cock.

I cry out from the shock of intrusion as he steals victory from me.

If this is defeat, I welcome it.

The sheer size of the man brings tears to the corners of my eyes, but I’m so wet, I take him in. Even beneath me, his arms pinned to the bed, he’s still in control as he thrusts his hips up and down.

I have to let go of his arms and grip his chest to stop from falling off. It’s brutal and painful and everything I expected it to be. He pulls himself up with me still straddling him, and begins to kiss my neck, fervently biting me as I dig my fingernails into his back.

“You should warn a lady,” I heave out breathlessly.

He pulls away from my neck to growl out, “You caught me. I was only the helpless prey.”

There’s nothing helpless about him as he moves his mouth to my nipple, drawing it in, then clamping his teeth down. I respond by pulling on his hair as we grind our bodies against each other.

“Fuck, Valentine, You’re so soft.” There’s nothing soft about what we are doing. It’s not making love. It’s unashamedly fighting. Passion meeting passion. Fire meeting flames. It’s all consuming and agonizing and sexy and breathtaking, and I freaking love it.

“If you’re angling for me to tell you, you’re so hard, I’m not going to say it,” I tease.

He gives me a growl, then flips me back over so I’m once again under him. The prey, not the predator. “That’s no fun,” he grinds out, but he has a smile on his face. The knowledge that he’ll be found soon hasn’t left my mind, but it has created urgency.

I grip my hands on the side of his face, bringing him down to me and kissing him wildly.

The whole bed is shaking with our efforts.

“How’s that for fun?” I’m out of breath and slick with sweat.

“You’ve no fucking idea, My Valentine.”

He clamps my hands together over my head, binding my wrists with one hand. The other comes down between my legs and rubs circles over my clit as he thrusts deep inside me. I can’t move beneath him and even when the orgasm takes hold and my body bucks with the sensation, I still can’t actually move any part of my body save my fingers and toes, all of which curl as sensation rocks my body. I cry out, clamping my eyes together as he draws out my pleasure.

“Open your eyes, Valentine.”

“Call me Quinn,” I hiss out as my core pulsates around his cock.

His voice is softer now. “Open your eyes, Quinn.”

It’s a small victory, but I take it. I open my eyes as he releases my hands. He’s so painfully beautiful and so darkly intense that I can barely stand it. He has no need to pin me down with his hands when he’s pinned me down in other ways. He thrusts more quickly and his eyes never leave mine, even as he clamps his lips together and lets out a murmur. Pushing into me one last time, his aura seems to explode in light as he comes inside me.

Just as quick as the light erupted, the room falls back into darkness. It’s only when Dade rolls off me that I realize just how heavy he is, and how much I enjoyed his weight pinning me to the bed. I turn to roll in the other direction, desperately needing a shower, but he grabs me and pulls me back to him, pulling me under the covers. He kisses me again and this time it’s slow and drawn out and… well, it’s just lovely.

“You fucking hurt me,” I say, swiping him. It’s hardly a sincere admonishment, seeing as I can’t keep the smile from my face. “Give me a warning next time.”

“I’m sorry. Where did I hurt you?”

My entire body aches and stings and hurts, but in the very best way. “Here,” I say, pointing to my neck, where he nibbled. He kisses it lightly, sending a ripple through my over sensitive body. “Here,” I repeat, pointing slightly lower. He kisses exactly where I pointed.

“That’s it,” I lie. I’m satiated and doubt I can take any more.

“Here?” he asks, lowering himself to lightly kiss my bruised nipple.

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