One hand on her throat, I push her forward until her back hits the wall. Tipping her chin up with my thumb, I capture her lips in a deep kiss.
She meets me stroke for stroke, her hands roving over my body and undoing the towel tied at my waist. It falls to the floor, and her hands are already on my hard cock, touching, stroking.
I grab her by the ass and hoist her up in my arms, her legs on each side of my hips.
Pulling back, I nibble on her lower lip as I ask.
“How many pairs of underwear do you have?”
Her entire face is flushed, her mouth swollen and well kissed. Her eyes are heavy lidded as she watches me.
“Only two,” she replies. I should have intuited that—she’s always washing the damned things.
“All right. I’ll be considerate,” I murmur against her lips.
With one hand, I reach between our bodies, and instead of tearing her underwear apart as I’d initially planned, I merely slide it to the side,
She’s soaking wet as I part her folds, and roll that small bud between my fingers.
She lets out a small moan that I swallow in my mouth. I press her harder against the wall and align my erection to her entrance before slamming home in one thrust.
“Nyk,” she cries out.
“My lovely female,” I rasp. Our lips meet again in a ravenous kiss as I continue to thrust into her, each time harder and faster. The walls around us start trembling as I forget my strength and pound into her with increased urgency.
She doesn’t mind it. If anything, the way her nails drag against my arms, penetrating the first layer of skin and drawing blood tells me she loves this just as much.
“Fuck, what you do to me,” I tell her, voice rough. “Been dreaming about this. About you. Fucking you…” I doubt I’m making any sense, but the deeper I thrust inside of her, the more my sanity seems to slip away from me.
“Do it then. Fuck me! Destroy me and I’ll destroy you right back.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.”
By the time we reach our climax, we’re both covered in scratches, scrapes and bite marks, our blood mixed together in a fascinating tapestry where our skin meets.
The next morning,Lis brings me to an open stretch of ruined stone beyond the populated areas. It’s a broad, flattened platform ringed by broken columns and jagged debris, isolated enough that no one passing nearby will lose a limb when she inevitably decides to maim me for educational purposes.
Moe follows along carrying a bundle of food and a waterskin, far too cheerful for someone about to witness my suffering.
Lis stops in the center of the clearing and turns to face me.
“Attack.”
I blink. “That’s your instruction?”
“For now.”
I narrow my eyes. “No explanation? No lesson?”
Her expression remains maddeningly calm. “The lesson will present itself shortly.”
I do not like the sound of that. Still, I lower into my stance.
If she thinks I will make this easy for her, she is mistaken. If she has power and experience on her side, I have averythorough distaste of her.
I surge forward first, shadow gathering around my hand as I swing for her throat. She moves before the strike even finishes forming.
One moment she is in front of me. The next she is beside me.
