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My hips piston up, but he pushes them down, retreating.
I start to sweat, head tossing to the side, trying to reach his lips — anything — but he’s a cruel master and holds firm in his denial.
“Please,” I beg the Berserker. “Adam, please…”
His hips surge forward and he splits me down the middle like an axe through wood. There’s no gentleness here. No slow edging forward. There’s just one brutal fucking concrete thrust that sends all however many inches of him into my body. I break apart and utter his name on a scream.
“Adam!”
“Fuck me.” His grip on my hair is hard and so is his dick. He’s so hard, massaging my core on every thrust, every retreat, I’m so fucking full as he fucks the need out of me. I’m wet enough to take it. Thank god. Because he moves in brutal jerks for a while before he slows down and grinds against me, moving his hips in a figure-eight motion so that his pubic bone and the hairs dusting it smash against my clit. It’s pure nirvana.
I didn’t think it would be like this — so punishing, like a reprimand for ever thinking I could escape him.
“Oh god…Adam…” I can’t take it. I can’t take any part of this.
“Don’t you fuckin’ go into heat, Omega.”
My synapses fire, but I don’t know what he means or how to stop it. “H…heat?” I’ve never gone into heat before. I don’t even know what he’s talking about.
“Fuck…augh.” He groans in pain and fever grips me and his lips are the only things that anchor me to the planet. My soul is trying to rejoin the earth it came from. My memories are unwrapping themselves to reveal the happy little girl beneath, the one who once had hopes and dreams and wanted things and spoke of sunshine like it was something she might actually one day see.
“Didno,” he says, though his voice has dropped and is so deep and scratchy that I can’t really understand him. I also don’t need words from him now. “Prouda you, baby. Pleasin’ your Berserker so fuckin’ good right now.”
I drag air deep into my lungs but somehow still can’t catch my breath. My thoughts spiral and my gut pulls into a knot and my arousal pools between my legs and fires. The pressure against my clit is too much, and whatever’s happening on the inside is too deep. He’s reaching past all my organs and grabbing hold of my heart in a vise and it doesn’t belong to him. But I don’t want him to let go, either.
The orgasm slams over me and I buck and collapse. I hold onto his shoulder with my right hand, my nails biting into his skin as my arm shakes all the way up past my stitches to my ear. Coming down, there’s wetness on my face and also heat, and it takes me a moment to realize that I’m crying and he’s lapping up each tear, catching them on the tip of his tongue. It only makes me cry harder. My bones are brittle and old and so is my soul. I’m tired of being tired and I’m afraid of being afraid. Pain is my only friend and she fucking sucks.
But this…this isamazing.The stultifying pressure between my legs, his cock entering my body, massaging my channel, until it’s in all the way in, wedged deep, even the knots in my belly which his dick seems to release…it all feels incredible.
Adam moves slowly above me and, wherever my hand travels across his skin, muscles ripple and bend beneath it. Makes me feel like I’m in control of some great and powerful ocean. I slide my palm down the length of his back and try to reach his ass, but can’t. I knead his side roughly and reach up and do the same to his neck.
He exhales on my lips and kisses me too tenderly for me not to hate him for it. Of all the things he’s ever done to me, I hate him for that the most.
I wrench him down until his forehead is touching mine and my mouth opens and I try not to sob as his groin massages my clit like waves on rocks and my thighs start to tremble all over again. He doesn’t say anything and continues to move in a wonderful figure-eight motion that has me pounding on his back and making every small movement I can to show him that I like this and that I don’t want him to stop.
“Please me so good, Omega,” he purrs.
I open my mouth, and a small, strange sound comes out that makes him curse. Softness touches my cheeks and lingers there and I don’t understand what it is until he brushes it away and says,“Flowers. That’s it, baby. Come for your Berserker, now.”
He keeps thrusting even and smooth until stars appear behind my eyes. My entire body tenses up, but he’s there, surrounding me, guiding me through the wilderness as my second orgasm lights up the night.
I feel it from the soles of my feet to the tips of my hair, all the way down my ribcage, through my throbbing arm and wildly shaking injured leg. Everything hurts, but in the best possible way. Tears stream down my cheeks inconsiderately and he continues to patiently wipe them away with his tongue, alternating between that and plucking at my mouth with his lips. His scent slaughters me. I am his shield-maiden.
And he’s just a Berserker warlord who doesn’t have any idea what he’s done.
The orgasm shakes me to the roots of my hair, but he holds firm, unaffected except for a small tensing of his body. He also holds his breath. He keeps moving, keeps swiveling his hips in that horrible pattern that makes me want to scream. I do.
“Don’t go.” I sob.
“Won’t.”
“I’m scared of Paradise Hole.”
“Know it.”
“I’m scared of being alone.”
“Not alone, Echo,” he says, or it’s what I think he says because in that moment, the rumbling of his chest is so loud and the force of my orgasm is so powerful that they drown out reality.
