Rhyden laughed at the high sound of her voice. "Let’s see if the thrill makes you wet." With that, his hand shoved beneath the waistband of her pants, diving beneath her panties. His knuckles grazed the lace, and he hummed. When his long fingers parted her and swept up the line of her core, she shuddered. He made a deep sound of masculine pleasure. "It does."
She tried to widen her legs and let him in more. He didn’t let her.
"You’re mine, wife." His lips twisted into almost a snarl as he spat, "For better or for fucking worse."
He kissed her, his fingers still between her legs, diving into her core with punishing brutality. He didn’t give her time to breathe. The fire was suffocating—or maybe that was just him. The air began to smell like crackling embers. She was so wrapped up in him, she forgot about the pull of the lights—what he’d intended, she realized.
His words stirred a memory, but it was buried too deep—under lives upon lives. Her head pounded like her heart, like her core as his fingers pushed up inside her, stretching her.
His knuckle pressed against that spot that made her see Stars, all while his fingers moved inside her. A gasp pushed out of her lips, echoing into the concrete room.
He released her waist as he undid his belt, taking himself in his hand. She stared at the silver piercings stacked up his length.
He tapped one, the rings on his fingers gleaming like the metal in him. "You didn’t make it past this one." His finger ran down the length until he stopped at the base, a groan leaving him. "Think you can take up to here?"
She rolled her lower lip between her teeth, nodding even though she wasn’t sure.
"Good." Rhyden tapped beneath her chin. "Because you don’t get a fucking choice. You didn’t give me one."
He rolled down her pants beneath her hips, and it constrained her, making her thighs quiver as she struggled to keep them open.
Rhyden kept her head lifted with his hand on her cheek. His fingers left her empty, then she felt something larger, hotter press against her core—like the fire burning behind him.
He didn’t let her look down.
Rin breathed heavily, feeling sweat bead at her temples, heat shiver over the exposed space between her legs.
"Hold your breath," Rhyden demanded of her. Then she felt him begin to push up inside her?—
In one brutal thrust.
It punched the breath out of her lungs, made the beats of her heart ratchet up.
She felt each piercing scrape against her enticingly. It was almost too much.
Rhyden pushed past her tense muscles, giving her no choice but to accommodate him inside her.
"I told you to take a breath." He leaned down, lips pressing against hers, open-mouthed. Not a kiss, but it was like he wantedto be the hot, short breath in her lungs. His hand moved until he loosely gripped her neck. It made her eyes go wide. Would he?—
He did.
Rhyden squeezed her neck, cutting off her remaining air. The cool piercings warmed from friction as he pulled out. Then he pushed back inside her brutally, making her head swim. She couldn’t breathe.
The fire burned hotter, swelling around them. She never felt its heat, just the scorching sort of pleasure from being taken so thoroughly. Without breath in her lungs, she found her upper half seizing in desperation, jolting from his firm thrusts and unnatural strength as he kept her pinned to the wall.
His grip loosened, and she dragged in blessed air, hot from the growing flames.
"Rhyden," she gasped.
"Do you like feeling powerless?" he asked her, squeezing her neck. Would he leave bruises? "Do you like being fucking breathless because of me?"
"I do."
"What a fucking pair we make." Rhyden cut off her air again, and she lost herself in the sensation as he took her against the wall.
It became a race in her mind.
Could she reach her peak before he loosened his hold and air flooded her tight, desperate lungs? Or would pleasure elude her for another set of choked sounds, spluttering flames, and thrusting hips?
