“Wha…?” Was all she could manage in response.
He took hold of her hips and pressed his head against her entrance again before repeating. “If you come, I will come. A male farasie will come if his partner does. And I am not through with you yet.”
With that, he slammed deep in one quick, almost violent thrust. The shock of it after the careful way he entered her before was enough to drive the very air from her lungs, stealing the scream before it could emerge, turning it into a choked gasp that was not at all sexy.
But Sway groaned, grinding into her. Whispering in her ear, “Yes. Sing for me. I need to hear it.”
The sound of his voice was driving her insane. Her eyes were rolling back on her head as she tightened her fingers, pulling some feathers out, but unable to release the grip she had on him. She knew she was making noises, but she couldn’t hear or control them.
She was completely and fully focused on the short, sharp snap of his hips every time he pounded back into her. Hard enough to make the table rattle. Hard enough to bruise. But she loved the force of it. The way that fleshy knot above his cock rubbed against her clit with each pass. The overwhelming sensation of those ridges pulling in and out, stretching her entrance each time. And the curve! The way the head curved up dragged against her inner walls just right, hitting her G-spot every time. She couldn’t focus on anything she was doing or the noises she was making. She could hardly breathe.
The next orgasm began to build. She felt the familiar tightness in her pussy, in her lower belly, and it stole her voice as it approached. Closer and closer and-
Sway pulled free. Yanking himself out with a grunt. She screamed, the aborted orgasm striking like a blow to her heart. She reached between her legs, desperate to finish.
But she didn’t get far. Sway grabbed her wrist and yanked her off the table. Her legs weren’t prepared, or even strong enough, to hold her. But even as her knees were starting to buckle, he turned her around and pushed against her back so she fell laying on top of the table. He smacked her ass, the wetness of his hand and feathers making a sharp‘whack’on her bare skin.
She gasped, tightening up. But before she could even register what he just did, he was there again, shoving himself all the way in. Pounding her blind with a ruthlessness she would never have suspected from her male.
Or maybe she would…
Shaking, rattling the table with each thrust, she turned her head and looked back. And shivered at what she saw.
That was cold Sway. The Sway that looked at the world with harsh, lifeless eyes. She knew that expression. It was never one he aimed at her.
But despite the iciness inherent in it, she wasn’t made cold. The sight of him, stripped down and laid bare, only made her tighten, back starting to arch.
He put a hand right there over her spine and shoved her back down. Keeping her in place as he rode her hard. Merciless. Demanding.
The part of Sway that he never let her see. The part he just tried to hide from her. But it was too late now. She’d already glimpsed him, the real him, the part of him that was capable of murder and torture and maiming. A cold, hard part of him that cared nothing for others. The evil part that was able to survive everything he’d been put through, then conceal itself behind a smile.
Because that’s what his smile was. Concealment. He wasn’t hiding from the world. He was just making sure the world didn’t witness what they were never meant to know.
That was who was fucking her now.
And she loved it.
Her screams went up in pitch as her body rocked and shuddered under his rough treatment.
She didn’t last long. The previous, threatened orgasm hadn’t fully faded away. It didn’t take much before her eyes were rolling back and she was choking on a scream. Her pussy clamped down, hard, on the rough, oddly shaped invader, and she could swear she felt every single line and ridge pressing against her from inside as Sway stilled.
He collapsed over her, grabbing her shoulder, trapping her in place.
And it was a good thing he did. A tiny, sharp pinch deep inside made her cry out. She jumped, more out of surprise than anything, but then it was gone. Overwhelmed and forgotten under the waves of numbing pleasure that rushed through her.
Warmth, hot and fluid, spread in her lower belly. But not where she expected. And not in a way that she was familiar with. What was…
The thought didn’t last in her broken brain for long. She collapsed, shaking and breathing heavily, against the table, as Sway’s grip eased. He remained on top of her, but he was gently dragging his nails through the strands of her hair. Brushing them back as he whispered sweet nothings she wasn’t capable of understanding. But she knew the sound of his voice, the sweet music he made for her.
She let out a long, shuddering breath as the world shifted and settled back to normal. It took a while for her thoughts to return. Sway was there the whole time. Gently stroking her body. Kissing the side of her head. Treating her with such warm tenderness, it nearly broke her heart. She knew if she turned her head and looked at him now, he’d be giving her that same, soft expression he always did. One that she absolutely adored.
But now one that scared her. Because if that icy ruthlessness was his real face, then was he always wearing a mask even for her?
As that thought was beating at her, she felt it again. That tiny pinch deep inside. She whimpered and Sway cooed to her softly.
“Easy,” he said, his tone so warm and gentle. “It’s just coming out. You did great. It’s over now.”
“It’s… what?” She breathed, turning her head to finally look at him where he was half hovering over her shoulder, just within her field of view.
