“I’m taking on a miserable god so you can live and see your family. A Zenith would just be calamity.”
He looks at me—reallylooks at me—like even though he has scourged my soul, he still wants more. I didn’t mean for that comment to affect him, but it’s enough that he motions with his fingers for me to near him.
An impish grin unintentionally plasters itself right on my face, removing my shirt at theperfectmoment so once I’m in relative arm’s length, he leans over to wrap that powerful grip around me like looped rope. His lips fiercely press into mine, scruff rubbing against my face in a collision of desire that islayered with emotions I don’t think I’m prepared to feel. He tugs me closer until I’m nestled between his thighs as he leans further into the hammock. His radiating heat envelopes me, our flesh warm when pressed together, and it dawns on me that I’m not just kissing him for sex, but purely for comfort.
Being wrapped in his deadly arms is a safety no amount of coin can buy.
As I embrace that feeling, his grip on me grows firmer, his tongue spreading my lips, my hands roaming his thick shoulders and neck. What used to be a foreign touch is so familiar now, his hands so rough against my skin, but I love it; any other way, and it wouldn’t behim.
The remainder of our clothes are discarded easily, having seen the shapes of each other many times by now. I just want him bare, so my skin can be against his warmth. There’s nothing like being cold all day, craving heat, to then get it from another.
He makes me feel genuinely taken care of, that gratitude swelling with each kiss, my heart so wide and open to him that the sinking feeling from earlier, of the thoughts about losing him, weighs deep in my belly.
I can’t lose him.
Ican’tlive the rest of my days without having this.
Words that seem to slip off the tongue too easily when emotions are high nearly spill out, but he can feel it—shit. I can’t even hidethat.
He smiles into the kiss, his hands roaming the expanse of my bare back, down to my ass cheek as he squeezes it hard, his fingers gripping deeper and lower, just barely grazing against my pussy. We grow wilder, and hungrier, riding this wave of passion together, and I crave deeply to hear him say the things I feel.
He’s right—warfare is thebesttime to be like this with another.
My world is utterly consumed with him, my weight placed entirely on him, the hammock surprisingly taking the both of us, his legs still balancing us while planting his feet on the floor. My thighs spread around him as his cock presses between our stomachs; positioned just right, his cock slides against my clit.Gods, he’s the best escape.I let my heart wander dangerously in feelings that could destroy me forever if he abuses them.
And this time, I don’t soften that, and instead simply embrace it, because I want to.
As our bodies move against each other with an intoxicating rhythm, I can taste the tang of salt on his skin. Soren lifts me by placing both hands on my ass, his cock hard and ready to pierce.
“Say you’re mine, Jane,” he says, gripping my hips to line me up with him. Even if I’m on top, I’m nowhere near being in control. “Andmeanit, in more than flesh.”
Fuck,that turns me on in ways that ignite my heart. “You know I’m yours, Soren.” I hover my nose close to his, my pussy still ready to be filled with him. “Tellmeyou’re mine.”
His eyes flare with desire, and his cock slides in so quickly, a gasp escapes my lips, rolling into a moan when my body feels sofull. That sound deepens when my body lowers even further, so my clit grazes against his veined skin. I try to be quiet because I assume these walls aren’t terribly thick, and this is betweenusright now.
His arm wraps around my back, the other still gripping my rear to keep me in place and help me rock with him. “My fixation has belonged to you since I first saw you tear apart that room,” he says, finding a rhythm as flesh connects. A few pants are shared. “Whatever magic is in me is so focused on you, love, I have no control over it,” he grunts, breathing raggedly. “I’m yours whetheryoulike it or not.” The greed and vulnerability that bleed from his face completely undo me. “Which means you have the power to break me, Jane.No onehas that.”
His unyielding cock drives into me, his muscled chest heaving as his arms flex with each stroke of his hips into me.
“Soren,” I moan, giving him all of me, a tingling electricity shooting throughout.
I’ve never made love or anything like this, but this has to be what it is. Or fuck it, I don’t care. The rough hammock is an odd sensation when my arm or leg grazes against it, and yet I love how foreign this place is while he’s the only thing I know.
I arch my back as he’s unwavering in how deep he fucks me. “Fuck me until you come, Jane.”
Well, that helps surge pleasure through me, my hips rocking so my clit rubs against him, my eyes partially rolling as a deep and fulfilling pleasure hits me square inside. Holy shit, this feels good.
His eyes are locked with mine, searing my skin with their intensity. He hasn’t quite looked at me like this before, as if the confession of him being mine has unleashed a more possessive side.
“Use me, Jane. Fuck my cock like it’s yours.” The hammock rocks with us, my gasps turning to whimpers as I clench around his cock. His bruising grip on my hips pushes me harder to the edge, tightening every time I tense or hold my breath to catch that wave of ecstasy. Then it strikes me, that feeling that just a little more… my eyes widen, but my focus blurs, Soren’s eyes so fierce they may as well brand me.
After my orgasm floods my body, clenching his cock like it’s meant to be there, Soren works solely for his own pleasure and pushes so hard into me that I gasp, my pussy completely devouring every inch of him. I dip my chin to glance at the crevice where our skin is flush, watching his stomach contract as he spills into me, panting in my face.
There’s so much satisfaction inside my body that I want to slap him.
Soren keeps us this way by not letting me budge an inch, and I cave while laying my head on his shoulder, his stubbled jaw at my forehead. His hand caresses the curve of my ass, and I swear I feel his heart beating against mine as his cock rests inside of my body.
My entire being is wide open to him, this man successfully cradling my heart in his hand.
