But in typical Lena fashion, she seems determined to push me to my breaking point.
Wrapping one arm around my neck, Lena presses her cheek to mine and whispers in a voice hoarsened with lust, “Please, Darius… fuck me.”
I lose my fucking mind.
Gripping her by the hips, I pull out and slam back in, pistoning my hips in a manic rhythm, losing myself in the feel of her slick cunt and the sounds of our grunts and groans as our bodies slap against each other.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and claws at my back. Lifting her hips, she matches each thrust of mine with one of her own. I lift her leg and drive deeper, grinding in circles against her clit. She groans, pressing those gorgeous tits against my chest. Ducking my head, I drag my teeth over her nipple and she clutches my head to her chest, holding me to her like she never wants to let me go. Like she would die if I ever stopped.
Fury pours from me and I grip her to near bruising, driving into her faster. Harder. Punishing her for keeping this from me for too long. For not giving in to us sooner. For denying me what’s mine.
Shackling her wrists in my hands, I pin her arms above her head. “Say it,” I growl without breaking my stride.
“Wh… What?” she asks between whimpers. “Say what?”
“Say you’re mine.” Pulling all the way out, I slam into her with a single violent thrust, skidding her across the bed.
“Oh, gods,” she moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Say…” Thrust. “You’re…” Thrust. “Mine…” Thrust. Reclasping her wrists within one of my hands, I raise the other and slap her clit.
A shocked cry escapes her that quickly shifts into a moan when I soothe away the sting with a roll of my thumb.
“Darius.” Shutting her eyes, she squirms beneath me. “I … I can’t.”
Rage like no other blinds me and I raise my hand, slapping her harder, knowing she’ll feel more pain than pleasure.
“Say it!” I bellow.
“I’m yours!” she shouts with a broken cry. “I’m yours!”
And that's it. I'm gone. All rational thought ceases to exist, replaced by a manic, instinctual need to give into my body's demands and make her mine.
I slam into her with a snarl, ramming into her with wild abandon. More beast than male. Brutal and raw, I take it all. Her screams, her cries, her moans and groans. She mewls and cries, tears streaming down her cheeks in rapture, but she can do nothing more as I power into her over and over again. Dominating her. Forcing her to submit.
A burn starts to build, tightening my balls and thickening my cock. And when I inhale our scents mixed with that of sex, hear the wet sounds of my balls slapping against her cunt, see the droplets of sweat dripping on her bouncing tits, and feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, sucking me in as she screams her release, I follow with a roar, pumping into her until every last drop of my seed spills into her. Filling her. Marking her. Claiming her. Taking what’s mine.
We lay there for some time. Lena on her back, me lying atop her, cradled within her thighs. Content to say nothing.
“I think we broke Amara’s bed,” Lena says between waning pants.
Just now realizing that the bed is angled at a slant, I reluctantly lift my head from the crook of her neck and pass my gaze over the room, wincing at the destruction. “That's not all I broke.”
“No, but I hoped we could’ve at least spared her bed,” she says, playing with the ends of my hair. “She's going to be pissed.”
“At me or at you?”
She grins. “Definitely you.” Raising her head, she peers around me. “We’ll have to use your chambers next time.” She pulls me down for a kiss, giggling against my lips. “I can’t wait to see the look on your mother’s face when she sees the wreckage you cause from a good fuck.”
A laugh bursts from me and I press my lips to hers. “Next time, then,” I say, both of us laughing between kisses. “Next time.”
Smiling from ear to ear, I rest my chin between her breasts, holding her gaze as she watches me with a warm smile, running her fingers along the scruff of my jaw.
“Say it,” I demand in a guttural voice, needing to hear the words again, desperate to know it wasn't spoken only in the throes of lust.
Her smile falls and my heart thuds against my chest in dread, anticipation, and hope, vibrating against her as she searches my gaze. Lifting her hands, she cups my cheeks between her palms and pulls me down into a fleeting, yet heartbreakingly tender kiss.
“Yours,” she whispers, pressing her forehead against mine. “Only yours.”
Something in me breaks in that moment. That casing around my heart as strong as stone, as impenetrable as a ward, crumbles into rubble and tumbles into the abyss, revealing the person I've sequestered beneath. The child who always hoped for a mother's affection. The adult who wished for a companion. The male who desired a lover. The person who needed someone to stand by him and him alone, to accept him as he is, vowing to forever be loyal, honest, and loving only to him. And the way Lena is looking at me now, so warm and affectionate, like I’m the single most important person to her in this cruel, fucked-up world, she makes me believe she could be that person for me.
Emotions clogging my throat, I raise a trembling hand to caress her cheek and lower my head to place a soft kiss on her lips. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly to her chest. Cock hardening once again, I slowly rock into her. Not rough or aggressive, but affectionate. Loving the way we share more than just our bodies, melding our very souls.
I rotate my hips, angling myself to hit deeper in the way I’ve learned she likes. Lips parting, she moans, sharing her breath with mine as I sweep my hands over her, touching everywhere. Her throat, her thighs, her breasts, loving every inch of golden, silky skin. Our breathing becomes more labored, our chests rising and falling in sync with one another, but neither of us breaks our kiss. Not even when she moans and I groan do we separate. Not until her pussy slickens even more as she contracts around me and we shout in unison. Both our climaxes rumble through us as I crash into the most powerful orgasm I've ever felt, blinding me in its intensity and forever altering me.
Arms trembling and breaths heaving, I stare down at this stunning creature, mesmerized by the way her rippled raven locks are splayed out beneath her. The dewy sweat coating her skin. Her kiss-swollen lips slightly parted, and her amethyst eyes glazed over in contentment. Awed by not only her beauty, but by the extraordinary soul within. I'll never be able to be with another after this. It’s doubtful I’ll be able to look at another woman or female, let alone touch them. Not after experiencing what it feels like to be inside her, finally feeling that sense of completion that I long ago convinced myself I would never find. In one explosive, life changing act, Lena has damned us both, shackling me to her for eternity with irrevocable binds. A sentence I’m just now realizing I'll gladly endure.
Lena smiles up at me and places a palm to my cheek. I open my mouth to speak the three words I vowed never to say to another, but then she suddenly stiffens and cries out, clutching her head.
“Lena?” I ask, confusion marring my brow.
She bolts upright, forcing me to scramble off her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shakes her head, moaning in the same instant her agony streams down the bond. Fear tightens my chest and I grip the tops of her arms.
“Lena… what is it?” I shake her. “Lena!”
The agony cuts off and her eyes suddenly snap open. “They're here, Darius. The Soulless are here.”
Chapter 29Darius
