“Yes, yes, yours. Now stop playing,” I gasp, writhing against him. He lets go of my wrists, and my hands immediately tangle in his hair, dragging him closer. Demanding more.
His hands are under my skirt, claws snagging the lace of my underwear. He rips them off in a single, savage pull. The move is so primal, so utterly him, that for a moment I can’t breathe. He shoves my skirt up, exposing me completely, and his fingers slide between my thighs, slick with need. He teases me, thumb circling my clit, two fingers sliding deep inside me. Curling. I nearly scream.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” he rasps, watching me fall apart on his hand. “Never get tired of seeing you come undone for me.”
I don’t last long. Not with the way he moves, not with the way he owns every inch of my body. I claw at his arms, my head thrown back against the door. When I shatter, I see stars. I see him — my mate — haloed in fire.
He doesn’t wait for me to recover. He lets me down and spins me around, palms flat against the door.
"Do you want me fuck you, my Luna?" he growls, voice so deep it vibrates between my legs, sending a new jolt of pleasure. His fingers brush the curve of my ass, a touch so filled with heat that it’s a miracle I don’t combust instantly.
"As if you even need to ask," I manage, voice barely a breath.
He laughs, low and deep. "Say it," he commands, darkness slipping into his voice, amusement gone.
"Fuck me, Draven," I whisper, and the effect is immediate.
I brace myself, heart pounding, breath ragged. I hear the sound of his zipper, the slap of his cock against my ass. And then he’s inside me. One hard, deep thrust that makes my vision go white.
He fills me, stretches me, and there’s no gentleness in the way he takes me. Possessive. Fierce. The way I like it. His hands clamp my hips, dragging me back to meet each savage thrust. My cheek presses to the wood, breath fogging in frantic bursts. Every time he slams into me, my body sings with pleasure.
“Say it again,” he rasps, voice raw, lips curved in a hungry grin. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, nails raking the heavy door until splinters dig into my skin. Each thrust makes the world narrow, makes the bond between us flare — hot and bright and so strong it hurts. I feel him everywhere inside of me.
He shifts his angle, hits that spot, and I nearly sob.
“Draven, please—”
He laughs, low and dark. “You’re so fucking greedy,” he groans.
His hand snakes up to wrap around my throat, pulling me upright against his chest. His other hand moves down, finds my clit, and circles it in a rough, perfect rhythm to the pounding of his cock. My knees buckle, but he holds me up, body caged by his, every muscle tensed around me.
The pleasure builds too fast. Too much. I shatter, legs trembling, vision going black at the edges. I scream his name so loud that it echoes off the walls. But he doesn’t stop — he only fucks me harder, desperate, wild. My whole body is shaking,every nerve ending alive and raw and tuned to him. He grunts my name — voice heavy with need.
He bites hard into the mark at my neck again, and I feel his orgasm building up through our bond. A hot wave that leaves me dizzy and boneless.
I can feel everything. He’s falling apart too, muscles locked, breath coming in ragged bursts. The need to see him undone is riding me like a compulsion. I arch my back as he slams into me, over and over, until I feel him lose it — feel his cock throb and pulse, spilling inside me with a growl that shivers the glass in the windows.
He collapses against me, breath ragged, arms wrapped tight. For a minute, we just stand there together — me pinned to the door, him draped over my back like a hungry beast after a kill. I love this. I love him.
“I should lock you out of the library more often,” he pants, still inside me.
“That’s a death wish,” I purr, pushing my ass back to feel him twitch.
He bites my neck, gentle this time. “I love you, Kassira.” I melt. “You’re everything,” he says, quiet and rough.
I turn in his arms. His shirt is half torn, my skirt rucked up, underwear shredded on the floor. We look like we’ve been at war.
“I love you too,” I whisper and then narrow my eyes. “But next time, if you keep me out of my own library,” I say, poking a finger into his chest, “I’m going to let Neris bite you somewhere sensitive.”
His eyes gleam silver, and he grins, all fangs and promise. “I’d like to see her try.”
I roll my eyes, but can’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”
“Look who’s talking,” he says, and kisses me — slow and deep, like we have all the time in the world.
“We should probably clean up,” I say, voice soft and happy.
