Page 346 of Primal Bonds

His kiss this time was rough, demanding. Arousal jolted through her. He kept his mouth on hers, pressing her into the unforgiving stone. His heat surrounded her, his earthy male scent filled her nostrils. He didn’t let up until she was clinging to him, knees weak.

He tore his mouth from hers, pressing hot kisses to her face, her neck, while she gulped in oxygen.

“Is that what you want?” he ground out. “A hard fuck?”

Somehow, she found the energy to straighten her legs and push him away. “Go. To. Hades. I am not just one of your women.”

He grabbed her wrists and pressed them to the wall above her head. His burned hand was barely marked. She had time to think that he healed awfully fast, even for a fada, and then he was kissing her again.

Soft, sweet kisses that slid through her blood like wine.

She was lost. She could fight him when he was rough—maybe—but how do you fight tenderness from the man you want with everything you are?

She sucked on his tongue, drawing him deeper. His dick was a hard bar against her lower belly. She rubbed her mound against it, desperate to ease the ache between her thighs.

He tore his mouth from hers, took a jagged breath. “You’re right.”

“I am?”

“You’re not just one of my women.”

“Oh.” She remembered that she was still pissed off and curled her lip. “Well, fuck you anyway.”

She tried to wrench her hands free, but he easily kept them where they were, stretched above her head. And damn if that didn’t make her hot, which just made her fury increase.

“Let me go.” Her glare should’ve reduced him to a smoking pile of ashes. “Now.”

He nipped her lower lip. “I’m sorry, okay? It was an asshole thing to say.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Forgive me?” A sheepish smile, but she caught the glint in his eyes.

Her lips twitched, but she continued glaring.

“I’d go down on my knees and beg,” he murmured, “but I think you’d rather I did this…”

Transferring her wrists to one hand, he jerked her shirt up. Strong fingers cupped her through her purple exercise bra, sending another bolt shooting through her.

She arched her back against the wall and bared her teeth.

Daring him. Challenging him.

Somehow, this had become a game, and she was more than happy to play. “You’ll have to do better than that. And I’d love to see you on your knees. Begging.”

A dark chuckle. He squeezed her nipple, a little too hard. “But I’d rather hear you beg. Tell me, Rosana.” He pinched her nipple. “Tell me you want a good, hard fuck.”

Her smile was slow, knowing. If he thought he could scare her off, he was mistaken. She was a fada female. Her animal reveled in the rough play, understood it meant her male’s need matched hers.

She lifted onto her toes to lick the seam of his lips, enjoying how he went taut. How his heart kicked into a pounding rhythm that matched her own.

“Yeah,” she said against his mouth. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Chapter 18

Adric’s vision hazed.

That’s exactly what I want.

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