This woman.
Rutting into her like a pneumatic drill, I drive her up the bed until her head smacks against the headboard. She’s tight, hot, and so damn soft I never want to stop.
“Don’t stop.”
Except that’s exactly what I fucking do.
“What…? What are you doing?” Her shriek combined with her hips bouncing up and down off the bed in a clear bid to make me re-start has me rolling my lips between my teeth. At least I’m doing something right.
“What’s your favorite position?” It takes every single ounce of self-control I have right now not to bang this woman senseless. But as tight as she’s gripping my cock, as wet as she is, as needy and desperate as she seems to be for me, I want to destroy her for anyone who even looks at her after me.
I want to brand her, imprint myself inside her so the only dick she’s ever going to need or want for the rest of her life is mine.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She claws at my chest, her nails searing a path down my pecs, across my nipples, and down my obliques. Firecracker’s got claws. And the burn sinks deep into my skin.
The temptation to make her wait even longer, to tease her, push her right to the brink of her patience is overwhelming. But I’m scared she’ll go from clawing my chest, to my fucking eyeballs. Or worse, ripping my cock right off my body.
“I’m trying to fuck you. What. Is. Your. Favorite. Position.Firecracker?”
“Doggy.”
Without another word I pull out, flip her over, and grab her hips. I don’t let her catch her breath before I slam back inside her. She’s hot and wet and so fucking tight. When she flickers her muscles around my dick, stars prick at the edges of my vision.
“Hold on tight, Firecracker.”
When she doesn’t grip the headboard, I throw a warning shot across the bow, ramming my dick hard inside her, making her yelp as she headbutts the wooden panel.
With a growl she curls her fingers around the top of the headboard, and by the time I plunge deep inside her again, her head’s thrown back, her hair’s tickling me, and she’s moaning.
One hand drops from the board, and soon she’s eagerly bouncing on my cock, meeting me thrust for thrust. She tightens around me, moaning, demanding more, harder, faster, deeper. Sweat trickles into my eyes, stinging, but no amount of blinking helps. I’m not letting go of this woman’s hips—if I go blind from fucking her, so be it.
Her velvet pussy has my cock in such an iron grip that I’m not sure I’m getting it back. With the fissures of pleasure skating across my skin and up my spine, I’m also not sure I ever want to.
Not sure if it’s her screams, or oxygen deprivation to my brain from how tightly her pussy is clenching around me. But I’m pretty sure the blurring light fixture swings back and forth in time with my thrusts as I tip my head back to come on a heavy grunt.
As I rut into her, my jerky hips smacking against her ass, she splits the air with a roar that almost equals mine, then collapses face down onto the bed with a moan.
“I hope you’re not done, Firecracker. We’re just getting started.”
CHAPTER 5
Raffi
My arm burns as I step out onto the street.
Brash? Absolutely. Impulsive is my middle name. It’s not really but it kind of sounds cool to just go do something because it feels right. But this… Shit. Mom’s gonna kick my ass over this one. I’ve always wanted ink, but never been brave enough to take the plunge. This… Fuck. This was kinda stupid, right? Definitely stupid.
The brightly colored firecracker emblazoned on my inner forearm with yesterday’s date underneath it pulses. It’s not huge, a couple inches at most, but Sigyn is the woman I’m going to marry.
The woman has been consuming my every damn thought. I should message her.
No. I should wait. I should definitely wait.
After significant deliberation on her part, I left with her number this morning. I don’t want to seem too needy and clingy. She strikes me as the kind of woman who enjoys a bit of space. How long constitutes an acceptable amount of time passing before I can reach out?
I already miss her acerbic wit. And those captivating eyes.
Jesus. I got a tattoo of a fucking firecracker on my arm for her, and she’ll probably slice my arm off when she sees it. But the heart wants what it wants.
