Opening her eyes, seeing his near closed in pleasure with a smile on his lips undid all her efforts. The gentle sways became harder, rougher. Aimed with calculated precision for his gain and not hers, she moved her body above his. Ignored the ache that swelled low in the cradle of her hips, the pinching sting of stretched flesh nearing the breaking point. She concentrated on the razor sharp edges of his features, watched them soften with wanton bliss. Waiting until his first low groan spilled out and he kneaded her hips.
“Is this what you want,” she whispered into the empty silence that existed for her alone.
Eyes snapping open, he saw something he didn’t expect to. Judging by the way the dark sweep of his brows crashed together, he didn’t like it at all. Liked it even less he hadn’t noticed sooner if the confusion dwelling deep in the abyss of his gaze was proof enough. Quinn choked on a gasp as he flipped them, arms coming up in a feeble attempt to protect herself when he closed the distance between them too fast.
“If you think for one minute I’m going to stay out of this sweet pussy, you have another thing coming, Quinn. It was made for me by the Gods, and I’ll be damned if it goes without my cock for long,” Tobias snarled in her face. Catching her wrists, he slammed them into the mattress above her head. “I stopped, didn’t I? You demanded I let you breathe, and I did and you’re all the more miserable for it. I only wanted to make you happy, keep you calm while you came to terms with it all.”
“You tried to—”
“No, you had your turn, now it’s mine. For fuck’s sake, woman.” Tobias groaned, mouth finding his claim with unerring accuracy despite all her struggles. The slap of his hips jarred them both, but he kept his lips and teeth to the mark without fail. “You know exactly what I want because you see it in the mirror every day.”
Quinn panted under the crushing weight of him, held still in his grip. Unable to draw breath enough to shout at him and continue this latest battle she never intended. It’d all fallen apart somewhere in the middle, fumbled through her fingers when she’d tried to say the words she wanted to. Trying to tell him she needed him to let her find her own way through the twisting paths of all of this and she’d fucked it all by blurting out nonsense that had no bearing.
Somehow her squinting gaze found her mark on his shoulder. A perfect red ring, small as she was. Just a little further, a tip of her head up from the mattress, and she could reach it.
Why couldn’t he be hers as much as she was his?
Action as fast as thought, she found her mouth there. Teeth sinking in hard, his quiet roar deafening and glorious as she punched through the taut flesh. Blood flowed in thick rivulets. Hot and coppery, she swallowed the scant mouthful.
Would have screamed if she could when her world exploded into a fragmented shower of fire.
Blackness enveloped her, shot through with sizzling electricity pelting through her veins. Fireworks singing under her skin, a string of sparkling detonations, she couldn’t make out what was up or down. Couldn’t tell what anything was as the bond grew louder. Not a hum, but a fierce roar. One that swore oaths of possession, of love and desire. One that shrieked in her high tones that shewanted.
“Shh, sweetness. Quiet now,” he whispered against her ear.
It was the only sound in the abyssal void. His hand sweeping over her hair the lone sensation before a rush of awareness swept in, strangling her in an overload of information. Crackling through her synapses, misfiring senses.
Whether by her own strength or his allowing it, she rolled them over again. Seated on his thighs, she whined as a shiver sent goosebumps racing down the backs of her arms, clawing at her spine and twisting it up. Her desperate, fitful motions stilled by his powerful hands. Grip unrelenting he held her back before giving in with a rough sigh. Pulling her where she wanted to go, his fist moved between her spread thighs. Working the crown against dripping lips, he stroked his cock. Slid it inside as soon as he became hard enough, grunting when Quinn sat down with enough force their skin clapped together.
“You have to go slow, little bird,” he husked, grip dimpling the flesh at her hips where he controlled her first frenzied twitch.
“Please, please, I need it,” Quinn whimpered, trailing off into a low cry. Breath catching in a sob, she licked at his chest. A shattered hum slipped free, the tormented sound carried on the knotted threads of the bond.
“I know, little bird. I know just what you need.”
With the first hard thrust, pain attempted to register in the back of her mind, but by the time he lifted her high onto her knees, it was gone. Faded away into the blissful rush as he pulled her back down, surging up into her. Head falling back, her shrill cry tangled with his groan, twisting and writhing together as she strained upwards once more.
Scents mingling, it was beyond overwhelming. She could taste the rich chocolate of him, the burn of chilies scalding her throat alongside sugared lavender. Something that never should have been right and perfect was. Sensations that shouldn’t be were. Quinn could feel the slick glide of flesh inside and out, a pleasure she didn’t know or understand welling inside of her. Building with each measured thrust, every careful caress, it was more than she’d ever experienced.
Pleasure wrapped around her spine, bowing her over his thighs as his hand cradled her breast and hip. Pulling at the taut nub, he twisted it with a pinch. Utter perfection as he shoved her up once more.
Snapping tendrils shivering over her skin, she grabbed hold of his wrists. Not to push away, but to hold on as she bucked and writhed atop him. Muscles drawing tight, her thighs trembled when he pulled her down. Sweat slick skin slapping together. Adding to the maelstrom building under her sternum.
Rushing up to the final precipice, a sprint that left her gasping at the ceiling, her descent promised madness. The thunder of her heart shimmered through the room, matched by the low growls and gentle roars of the beast under her. Inside of her. All around her.
Scream airy and breathless, she fell.
Savage pleasure ripped through her. Twisting through muscle and sinew until her very bones shattered under the onslaught. The world slipped sideways, a shower of sparks that sizzled across her skin making every pulse a devastation. Euphoric, it worked through her in violent surges, splintering her further.
Her body jumped and bucked, frantic movements pleading for the final end to this downfall. No matter his grunts, the way he pushed at her hips, she would not allow it. Fluttering muscle, slick and hot, tightened around the burgeoning knot. Held it fast as Tobias fell back and hurled obscenities and blessings at her.
Not until the first heady rush filled her, the knot keeping it all right where it belonged, did she collapse against his chest.
She keened at his rough caress down her back. Jostled as his heart hammered inside of her chest, her thoughts mangled by his. Each new sensation sent her soaring. An earthquake that shook the foundations of her soul.
She thought she might die.
With a thought, one she wasn’t sure was hers, she passed out.
