Page 81 of Elysian

“I do not want to harm you again,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

Again, as he had when he broke my hip. My hand seized his shaft. I pushed up, about to remove my mouth from him. He let me go so suddenly, shocking me into stillness. Cassiel grabbed the blanket beneath him, squeezing hard.

I hovered with him in my mouth. The pleasure on his face . . .

He watched me, eyes wide and mouth agape. Cassiel was so still, as if I would stop if he moved. I slowly flicked my tongue around his tip.

“You are shattering my control,” he said in a low voice. On the heels of his words, the shaft in my palm pulsed. “I cannot—” A grunt cut him off, and hot need flooded my mouth. I ran my palm down until I touched the bulge of his knot. It throbbed, the veins underneath the silky flesh throbbing.

Saints.

Another gush of warmth came from him. Some escaped the sides of my lips.

“I have not had enough,” he bit out.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me until my knees pressed into the edge of the bed. Cassiel convulsed, a snarl ripping through the chamber.

“Now,” he bit out. “Or I’ll fuck you so hard there won’t be a way to fix it.”

The pinch in my hip throbbed as a reminder.

My body could take him now because we were matched.

I stumbled forward and straddled his waist, hovering over him with my hands braced on his shoulders. “Ride me,” he whispered in a silky tone. Creases lined his face, and his fangs were fully on display with his bared teeth.

Scooping the bottom of the simple gown, I pulled it high on my waist until I was exposed. Cassiel inhaled sharply.

“You smell fucking delicious,” he hissed, and his shaft twitched, dampness beading at the tip. I switched most of my gown’s skirt to one hand and reached down to grip him. He groaned, hips thrusting up into my hand. Slickness dripped onto the side of my hand.

His tip pressed against me. My lips parted on an exhale, and I gave into the urge to rub the head of his shaft against my increasing dampness.

Cassiel’s breathing elevated.

With him poised at my entrance, I shoved down and took every inch, stopping shy of the swollen knot. He snarled and rammed into me, so hard that I thought my pelvis would break again. So hard that it stole my thoughts.

My gasp turned into a moan, making my channel clench down on him. I moved my hips in a circular motion.

“Take your pleasure,” he murmured, keeping still. Such a large man. Since we had been together, he had yet to fully unleash. His restraint was obvious and maddening.

His eyes were thin as he watched me, mouth parted the barest bit. I pressed down and glided back up. The wet, carnal sounds caused me to flutter around him.

“I have missed your taste.” He nestled his face into my neck. His groan vibrated against my flesh.

Such soft words. I wished they did not affect me.

“These urges are all that are between us,” I insisted, lifting to look at him. Fear turned my stomach.

“Lie to yourself, bondmate,” he whispered. There was no sign of levity in his expression.

“This ‘filthy’ redblood has no need to lie. I have my memories.”

He flinched, his face tightening.

I hovered over his length, overwhelmed by the throb inside me. When I did not believe he would speak, he cupped the side of my face. His fingers were in my hair, and his palm cupped my face.

‘I . . .’

Immediately I shook my head. “I do not want to hear your excuses.” I rolled my hips. A tremble traveled down my spine. “Fuck me, Cassiel,” I ordered, sinking my fingers into his shoulders until I dug into flesh. My channel fluttered around him. “Please,” I whimpered.