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“I won’t be enslaved by anyone. Not even you.”
A gravelly chuckle from the belly of the beast. He gripped the bodice of my gown and ripped it in half, letting the shredded silk pool at my feet. I gaped as he dropped to his knees, big hands spreading and holding my thighs apart against the glass. I uttered a cry when his mouth opened on me.
“Kol!” I grabbed his shoulders.
I tried to buck away, my core too sensitive for his hot mouth. But he was immovable, determined to taste me, licking to his beastly heart’s content. There was no moving this man when he wanted something.
I gripped the arch of one wing to hang on, the bone thick and strong under soft, leather-like casing, making me think of another appendage on him, hard and covered in silken skin. I moaned. His teeth grazed. I tightened my grip on his wing, making him growl. He flicked his tongue, doing wonderful, wicked things. My head fell back against the glass wall, city life buzzing far below. Unable to control my body, I squeezed his shoulder, claws digging in, as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life, my hips undulating. I felt wanton and free, and I wanted more. So much more.
“Kol,” I breathed on a sigh. “Inside me.”
My knees buckled. Before I fell to the floor, he swept me into his arms and draped me on a chaise lounge on my back. No more words. Kneeling at the end, he pulled me by the ankles till my bum was at the edge.
Though his silver eyes and aggressive manner proved the beast had full control, he stilled, slowing himself. He skimmed his palms down the back of my thighs, bending my legs and gripping at the crook behind my knees. Spreading my legs wider, he nudged my entrance and sank in a fraction. He showed me how swollen he was for me, easing inside with a rumbling groan. I sucked in a sharp breath, his thickness stretching me to pleasure-pain. He inched all the way in, stopping only when he was sheathed to the hilt.
“Kol.” I could think of nothing to say but his name. He filled me—physically, mentally, emotionally. All I could feel around me, as blood thrummed through my veins, my heart speeding away, was the powerful presence of, “Kol.”
I reached up, skimming my hands along his ridged abdomen, across the planes of his broad chest, rounding his shoulders, and pulled him down to me.
Breathing labored and hot, mingling with my own, his voice vibrated against my skin. “From the second I laid eyes on you”—he slid out achingly slow, letting me feel every glorious inch—“this is where I longed to be”—he slammed hard and fast, just once, our thighs slapping—“deep inside you.”
He held me there, my body sealed around him, tight as a glove, silver eyes boring into mine.
I rolled my pelvis up to meet him. “Give me more.”
He gave it to me, pulling out slow and thrusting hard, steadily increasing until he pumped at a merciless rhythm. I clawed my hands into the sofa cushions, trying to hold on as he pounded into me again and again. Each time harder than the first.
I had no notes of comparison to Mikal. There was no comparing Kol to him. There was no comparing Kol to any man—Morgon or human. He ruled in a realm all his own. Right now, he ruled over me. And he knew it.
When he abruptly pulled out, I whimpered in protest, breathless and panting.
“Deeper,” he growled, flipping me over with swift ease.
Deeper? He’d lost his mind. So had I.
Lifting me to all fours on the chaise, his broad hands slid along my waist to my hips. I heard his wings whip out to full extension, raising him to his feet behind me. One palm slid up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades. He flattened my upper torso to the sofa cushion, then curled his fingertips over the curve between shoulder and neck. He gripped my hip hard as he pushed into me again, slow at first as my body accepted him. He ground against me with each pounding thrust. Marking me as only he could. I felt lightheaded from the intensity, unable to breathe as he entered me deeper and deeper.
Walls crumbled as he pushed my senses into oblivion. Barriers of stone and steel and my stubborn iron will collapsed into dust and gravel. As my body soared to his bidding, a revelation gripped me hard, repeating in my mind.
I belong to him.
He slowed, leaning forward to press his chest to my back, pulling me flush against him. One hand cupped my breast. The other slipped between my legs, two fingers sliding up and down my slick cleft, caressing me till I moaned his name.
“You got it all wrong, Moira,” he whispered, his fingers matching the slow rhythm of his shaft inside me. “I am the slave.” He thrust a little harder. “Every waking moment, I see you, smell you, want you.” His fingers continued to caress and pinch softly, my senses reeling with pleasure. “I’m afraid once I feel you come with me so deep inside…your body clenching around me…I’ll be lost forever…powerless to escape.”
I reached back with both hands, one on his hip, the other wrapping his neck. Arching my spine, I rocked back against him, pushing him even deeper. He groaned like a desperate man lost at sea. He clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping him from drowning. A fine sheen of sweat made our bodies slide over and into each other, wave after wave of pleasure pushing us closer to the edge.
I turned my head, whispering into his ear. “Come with me, Kol. We’ll be lost together.”
I bit his earlobe and he came. Hard. His pulsing shaft ripping an orgasm from my body and a scream from my throat. He didn’t let go, clenching me tighter as he spilled into me, a thunderous growl vibrating from his chest. For that brief moment, I understood what it meant to be consumed by another. My body, my will, my entire being was encased within the control of one man. And my heart soared at the euphoric sensation.
Minutes later, breathing heavily, still clutched in his arms, neither of us spoke a word. He pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the loss. Hauling my limp body into his arms, he carried me through the dark house to the bedroom, tucking us both into the guest bed. Curled around me from behind, we lay there in silence, both our thoughts too loud to let us sleep. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. “What are you thinking?” I whispered.
No answer. I thought he might have fallen asleep after all, but then he spoke, shocking me with vulnerable, honest words. “I’m afraid of never waking again without wanting you. Needing you.”
His arm tightened around my waist. I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut, knowing with bone-deep certainty I feared the same thing. “Is that really something to fear?”
“Yes.”
