I don’t stop until her cries for release tighten my skin in a hot ache. I don’t stop until her body is shaking and as wild as I feel. I don’t stop until the shower water starts to run cold.
When her knees buckle and she can no longer hold herself up, I sweep her into my arms and haul her to the library, our drenched bodies leaving a trail of water on the hardwood.
I shed my soaked pants before I spread the blanket on the floor in front of the fireplace hearth, then lay her down in the center, where I prowl over her wet body like a feral beast catching its prey. And her eyes pin me right back, trapping me above her.
“You tied me to a tree during the ritual because you think I’m dangerous,” she says, chest rising with her quick inhalations. “Capable of hurting you.”
Palming the side of her face, I stare into the glint of her irises reflecting the blazing fire. In my periphery, I catch sight of the fire poker, an object not unlike the one I witnessed her wield to mutilate the face of my adversary.
“Hurt me or fuck me, Halen. I want all of you. Every bit of your sweet torture.” I close the gap between us, kissing her lips tenderly before I bite into her lower lip so I can swallow her breathy moan.
As I rise up, I say, “Tell me what you want.”
Her swallow is forced. “To let go,” she says.
“You can let go.” I caress her cheek. “You can get lost, Halen. I promise, I’ll find you. I’ll always bring you back, sweetness.”
To prove my vow, I shift onto my knees and reach over to grab my discarded jeans. I pull the leather belt from the loops. Keeping my gaze fused to hers, I deftly wrap the wet leather around one of my wrists, then I place the end of the belt in her hand.
Halen lifts onto an elbow, her hand gripped around the leather. A trace of fear flashes in her eyes, gifting me a hit of her tantalizing honeysuckle and clove, before she tugs the belt to bring me closer. The uncertainty I feel in her is replaced by yearning as she secures my wrists together, rousing the deviant monster within.
She pushes her palms flush to my chest and guides me to lie back. She’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen as she mounts me. Straddling my hips, she drives my arms over my head, a silent command to keep my wrists bound.
Her mouth rests against my ear. “I never put the necklace back on because I’ve always belonged to you,” she whispers, and my fucking heart riots at her confession. “Just like the sigil on my thigh was always there, waiting for you to uncover it, for me to see.”
Carnal heat scorches my goddamn blood, my veins drumming with the ferocious beat of my heart, her words slaying me.
If I die tonight by her hands, I’ll savor every wickedly brutal second of that sweet death.
As she arches back, my cock is an impatient, greedy fucker at the taunting feel of her slick pussy nestled along my shaft. She bears down just enough to wrench a sharp breath from between my gritted teeth, and this brings a devious smile to her mouth that fucking owns my whole being.
I buck my hips up against her, rewarded with the salacious sight of her perfectly slight breasts bouncing. “Make me fear you, baby.”
She reaches above my head and grabs the glass of water. Dumping the contents to the hardwood, she then smashes the cup, selecting a shard of glass. I’m hypnotized by her every action as she methodically inspects the piece for slivers, then traces the soft pad of her finger over my chest, her gaze trailing behind the symbol she outlines. Her needy pussy grinding against me all the while, seeking friction.
The desire to know the thing she wants so badly that she’s about to brand it into my flesh is driving me right out of my frenzied mind.
Like the white flame burning at the hottest degree, we’re at a combustible state of change, our fiery alchemy transforming our elements into an elixir to sear us together. Pain and pleasure collide, energy exchanged and heated to molten intensity to purify our souls.
Her lips fall to mine, sealing a promise through her tender kiss, right before she pierces my flesh with the glass. My muscles tense as she slices a figure into the skin of my sternum, right above the skull of the stag.
The bite of pain is pure, erotic ecstasy, and she’s never looked more alluring delivering it. Her body sheened in firelight, the white streak framing the side of her face and daring me to wrap her hair around my fist and yank her down against me.
My wrists flex against the leather binding at the thought, and when she lowers herself to my chest and licks the beaded blood from my skin, I’m a man possessed, ready to tear through my binds and ravish her until she’s screaming my name.
As Halen laves the blood, she flicks her gaze up to ensnare me, looking so fucking sexy I clench my jaw, finding the will to keep myself restrained. And as she brings her mouth to mine, delivering the euphoric taste of her mingled with my blood, she mercifully sheaths her sweet pussy around the head of my cock.
I groan against her mouth. “Halen, I’m seconds away from chewing through this belt—”
She kisses me harder and sinks down around my rock-hard erection, eliciting a heated curse from my mouth at the feel of her tight warmth sheathing me to the base. She’s fucking perfect; designed by the gods themselves, made just for me.
Fighting the demand to grab her hips and rut into her like a depraved beast, I keep my knuckles pressed to the floor, driving my hips upward to meet each sexy roll of her hips.
And I’m so lost to her, spellbound. I can’t tear my eyes off her as she rides me, expertly rocking her hips, her eyes shuttered closed and her hair falling over her shoulders in wild waves.
God, so damn beautiful and mine.
She takes me with her as she gives in to her desire, panting sighs spilling free, her hands roaming my chest, nails clawing my skin to tease at her promised pain. Her fingers smear the pooled blood over my skin, the burn of the fresh cuts sparking untamed need to meld that fleshly pain to the anguish I always feel drifting below her surface.
To take us to catastrophic heights, to hear my name chanted from her sinful mouth and conjure a force of destruction all of its own to unhinge me utterly.
Halen rocks me into her with sensually slow undulations, shredding any sane level of control. I swear she’s fucking infusing herself beneath my flesh, tethered to my sinew. I follow her movements, an echo of my other half, to meet her on that higher plane.
“Do you trust me?” The words leave me on a rushed breath.
Her movements slow as she looks into my eyes, the question a bridge between us, my apprehension tangible and mounting until she lightly nods, whispering a simple, “Yes.”
Her want to trust me should be enough.
Yet the maddening way in which I crave to have her fused to my damn soul grips me wholly, and I bring my banded arms over her head and capture her lower back, hauling myself up against her chest.
“We’re about to find out,” I say, stealing her mouth in a fiery kiss to burn away the last remnants of my control.
Wrists bound, I pull her hips against me, driving inside her with a desperation to ruin us both. Her moans gather tight in her chest, falling and tangling with mine with each deeper thrust. She arches her back as I rut into her from beneath, her thighs splayed against me, my cock spearing inside her tight channel until her walls pulse around me, her orgasm hovering on the brink.
She bears down on top of me as she meets my fierce rhythm, her skin licking hot against mine to match the swelling flames of the fire.
“Goddamn …so fucking beautiful, you kill me.” I lick her breast, scraping my teeth over the peaked bud, loving the way she shivers in my arms.
“Kallum—” Her voice comes as a plea between clipped breaths, and I thrust harder, my body demanding her screams. She’s so close to breaking.
