She inhales sharply, arching toward the ceiling. “I need…” Her hand slides down her stomach and between her legs to where I’m spearing her slick flesh. “Brox, I need youhere…”
My cock jumps, absolutely on board with what she needs. But I don’t want to fuck her on this hard ground.
“Where do you want me to take you?” I slide my fingers free of her clenching sheath to gently cup the side of her face.
“My room,” she whispers, turning her head into my palm. When she nuzzles against me, my heart leaps, and I jump to my feet. Gathering her into my arms, I bolt with her into the hallway.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
IGID
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My arms circle Brox’s neck, and I press my nose into the hollow of his throat. He smells like sunbaked earth and warm metal. Like…home, and I inhale his scent in greedy pulls. When that’s not enough to quell the burning in my gut and between my legs, I open my mouth andbite him.Right below his collarbone.Not enough to break the skin, although I want to. I want to leave my mark where everyone can see that he is mine.Mine!
“Fucking hells, Igid,” he gasps when I unclench my teeth.
“Hurry,” I hiss into his ear. And he does.
We barely make it into my room when he slams my back against the door, pinning me in place with his hips. His lips crash against mine. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and I taste myself entwined with his warm flavor.
He’s hard and thick at my center, and I moan from the pain of my heat as well as from wanting—no,needing—to feel his thickness deep inside of me. When he tries to pull back, my teeth capture his bottom lip, making him groan and sending heat flooding straight to my core. Sliding one of my hands to the back of his head, I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back so I can bite him again. This time I clamp my teeth on the side of his throat, just over his pulse.
“Yes,fuck!”He snarls. “Bite me again.”
And so I do. Down the column of his neck to the thick muscle at the top of his shoulder, leaving a trail of impressions from my teeth.
Brox grunts out a series of expletives just before his knees give out and we slide to the floor.
“I meant to take you to your bed,” he pants, splitting my thighs and notching his hips with mine.
I gasp when I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, and everything tenses up. Suddenly it’s all going very fast. “Wait!” I gasp, pressing my hands into his chest. “Please, it’s… been awhile.”A lifetime.
Brox stills immediately. Instead of impaling me, he slides his cock through my slick folds and over my most sensitive nub, sending shivers through my core. “We go as fast or as slow as you want,” he breathes, pressing soft kisses to my lips.
When he settles into a steady stroke across my clit, my hand in his hair loosens, and soon I’m coiling tighter and tighter. Another orgasm is quickening in my lower belly, rushing up on me. I arch up into him when I don’t think I can take another moment.
“Please,” I beg.
Leaning over me so his forehead is resting against mine, Brox groans. The muscles in his shoulders and back quiver, and then the crown of his cock slides across my entrance. I tense. I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he says through gritted teeth.
My chin jerks up and down, and I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for the inevitable pain that always comes when—
“Igid, look at me.”
I have to pry my eyes open, but then our gazes lock. His irises have shifted to silver, standing out dramatically beneath the dark ring that circles them.
“I’ll never hurt you,” he whispers and then presses his lips to mine. His weight shifts, and he reaches over his shoulder, taking my hand in his. Slowly, with his lips molding themselves to mine, he drags our fingers down his chest and over my stomach to the juncture of my legs. Guiding my fingertips under his, he gently circles my clit. “Is this all right?”
It’s more than all right. My body quickly relaxes, loosening, as together we stroke my desire.
“Fuck,” he breathes against the side of my face. He slides my fingers through my folds to circle my entrance where he presses inside. “You’re so wet for me.”
My hips begin a gentle roll as he presses against my entrance and then away. Against and away. Until he’s eased all the tension away and my breath is coming in short, sharp pants. His hand falls away, replaced with his thick cock. My breath catches in my throat when he notches the tip just inside of me.
“Shhhhhh. Relax for me, love,” he hushes me, brushing his lips across my cheek as he flexes, rolling his hips and pressing deeper.
