Page 61 of Dance Omega Dance

PAIN. SHARP, SEARINGpain forced me awake as my body convulsed, waking with a start. I screamed out in the arms of Anders, who had been snoring peacefully, spooning me.

“What? What happened?” Then he saw me, his eyes wide, lips curled back. He whipped me over and eased himself inside, pushing deep and hard, until every inch of him was taken. I moaned with satisfaction.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his expression both sharp and calculated. I nodded, remembering the demonic version of him I only ever saw in the bedroom. He smirked, thrusting in and out, faster and faster.

His teeth grazed over my chest, as he nibbled at my breast, and thrills of tingling warmth bled through me. But then his bites hardened, his lips sucking more, body thrusting deeper and deeper. “This is mine,” he said, and looked at me with the darkest grin I'd ever seen. Then he bit down hard on my breast, pain exploding through my body, curling my toes, fingers gripping the bedsheets, and still he thrusted in and out, faster and faster.

The pleasure of the bite came soon after, as he lapped up the sweat and blood that flowed freely from the wound.

My body tightened around him like a vice, the heat, and wetness overwhelming as I moaned for more. My walls were pulsing, milking his cock, coaxing out every drop of his essence. “MORE!” I let out a scream, my fingernails raking across his back, leaving angry, bleeding crescent moons.

“More!” I demanded, my hips bucking, urging him to fill me quicker. I was dripping everywhere, the sweat plastered to my body, my slickness soaking the sheets. It smelled like sex and sin in here, and I wanted to drown in it.

He slammed into me, a powerful impact that sent shivers down my spine, and I screamed. A raw, primal lust, like a serpent coiling, consumed every part of me, its heat scorching. This feeling, this pure ecstasy, made my heart pound and tears well in my eyes. I wanted to feel him inside of me for days on end.

“You gonna come for me, Summer?” he growled, his voice rough. “Let me knot you?”

“Yes, Anders, yes! I’m so close...”

He grabbed my hips, pulling himself back into me with every thrust, his cock bottoming out inside me every time. My pussy was so wet he could barely keep his grip on me, but he wasn’t letting go. Not until... until...

I cried out when it hit me, my whole body shaking, squeezing him so tightly, that he found it difficult to move. But he wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t done yet.

He flipped me over, so he was on top and took charge.

My back arched as he drove into me again, the aftermath of my climax still pulsing through me, each deep thrust setting off aftershocks that made my thighs shake. My breasts jolted with every movement, hypersensitive, nerves raw from pleasure. I couldn’t tell where the heat ended and where I began. Just that I was soaked, stretched wide, and on the brink of unraveling all over again.

“Mine,” he growled, voice low and rough, more animal than man. I lifted my legs to deepen the thrust, bringing them up and over his shoulders. He held my thighs in place, placing kisses on my calf.

That grin. Damn! That wicked, possessive curve of his lips. It made my stomach drop and my core clench. He didn’t wait. He claimed my mouth, a bruising kiss that stole my breath and flooded me with need. His hips snapped harder, faster, urgent now, like hehadto feel every inch of me wrapped around him.

“More,” I gasped, clawing at his back, needing it. Needinghimin a way that felt primal, instinctual.

His voice was a dark promise against my lips. He chuckled, forcing himself in hard, making me gasp. “Good... I’m not done with you yet!”

He slid his hands down, strong fingers biting into my hips. Every thrust was calculated, relentless, designed to drive us both toward the edge until we shattered. The knot between us pulled tighter, swelling, tethering us together with every ragged breath and hungry grind.

My skin was slick, feverish, sliding against his with each frantic movement. I met him stroke for stroke, dizzy with lust, with desperation. The pressure coiled tighter inside me, almost unbearable.

And I wanted more.

I locked my legs around him, desperate to keep him there. To keep himinside. Every inch of him drove deeper, and I felt impossibly stretched, my body quivering with the effort to take more. It was too much and not enough all at once. Every stroke sent sparks behind my eyes, nerves fraying at the edges, drowning me in a heat so thick it choked the air from my lungs.

“Anders.” His name tore from me on a gasp, broken, raw. I couldn’t keep up with the pace he'd set, each thrust ruthless and consuming.

He didn’t answer with words. He didn’t need to. His body bowed over mine, muscles rigid, a deep groan shuddering out of him as he drove in one last time. I felt it the moment it happened... his knot swelling, locking us together with a brutal, perfect pressure. The stretch, the fullness. It was exquisite agony. I whimpered, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of being claimed so completely.

His breath burned against my neck, ragged and uneven as we hung there in the moment, fused, breathless, drenched in sweat. I could feel the pulse of him inside me, the thick heat of release, the instinctive grip of my body refusing to let go. And then... he moved again.

Tiny, shallow rolls of his hips made me moan without shame, my voice catching in my throat, soft and wrecked. He leaned close, lips brushing my ear with a rasp that sent shivers down my spine.

“You’re locked now,” he murmured, possessive and low. “You’re not going anywhere.”

As if Icould. As if I’d everwantto.

Pleasure crashed over me in another violent wave, rolling through my body until my back arched and I clawed at him, needing somewhere to put the chaos tearing through my blood. I shattered, splintering around him with a strangled cry, muscles clenching as the knot held us in place.

Anders’s rhythm faltered, his breathing harsher now. He gripped my hips tighter, bruising, like he needed to anchor himself to me or be swept under. And then, with a sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest. He thrust hard one last time.

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