Page 88 of Fighting Gravity
“However you want?” I said, stroking my hand up and down his shaft and reveling in the way he gasped at the friction.
“For pleasure,” he breathed.
My lips poised so close to his it almost tickled. I pumped slowly against him again, biting back a smile when I felt him twitch in my palm.
“Use it for my pleasure,” I whispered. “I want it inside me.”
“Keep talking,” he rasped.
“I want you to ruin me,” I said, my mouth getting away from me. “Make me scream. Make me beg. Make me yours.”
He growled like a beast, his fingers biting into my ass. Then he turned, flipping me quickly onto my back beneath him. Looking up at his big form hovering over me was vastly different and exhilarating than the times he ravaged me from behind. It was more real. Heart-stopping. A hundred times more intimate. I gulped, looking into his gaze surrounded by darkness. As if he was realizing the same thing, that he was looking into my eyes instead of the back of my head, he paused, taking in the moment.
But gazing at the monster I’d chosen to give myself to did not change my desire to keep going. I took a deep breath, pressing my heels into the floor to lift my hips. Supporting himself on one hand, Rhone slid his other down between us, nudging his leathers further off his thick, eager erection.
“Say my name,” Rhone whispered, the head of his cock pushing against my entrance.
“Rhone,” I exhaled.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
He licked the tip of his tongue slowly over my bottom lip. “Beg.”
“Please,” I said with a whimper. “Please, Rhone.”
He started to press forward, stretching me wider with every inch of him as he pushed inside. I held my breath, savoring the feeling of completion that came with his invasion now. Rhone watched my brows twitch as he filled me. With me on my back, heels on the floor, I felt him deeper than I ever had before.
“So wet,” he said. “Wet forme. You can’t hide it. You never could.”
I nodded, desperate to feel friction. He pulled slowly out of me and then thrust back in, pushing deeper. I’d never felt fuller. The burn I felt the first time he took me was no longer there but damn was I still aware of his size. I imagined I would never get used to it. I hoped I wouldn’t. I loved the sweet pressure.
I closed my eyes, savoring every pump of his hips as he began to pick up pace. Soon, every thrust was wild and hungry as he lost himself to the act and every thrust sent me further into an erotic haze. I could hear my moans and somehow they sounded far away like I was lifting out of my body and into a dream.
Rhone brought me back, gripping both of my wrists and lifting them over my head, opening me up to him. He pinned my arms there with one hand as his other took my throat. It would not matter if I decided to fight him at that point. I was completely at his mercy, putting all my trust in him not to hurt me.
Not in a way I didn’t welcome, anyway.
“You say you want to be mine,” he panted, his lips moving against mine as he spoke. He drove into me deep and hard, stealing my breath with every stroke. “I want you to know what that means.” His hand clutched my throat a little harder, talons pressing into my skin. “Your lips are mine,” he whispered, his tongue licking across my mouth. He pushed into me with another hard thrust. “Your cunt is mine.” He tightened his grip even more on my throat until my breath left me in a clipped gasp. “Your breath is mine.”
When he released me, tears were already in my eyes. I nearly coughed, but held it back, wheezing softly to get a breath. He continued to drive into me without restraint like he really did own me, but the pleasure building inside dissolved every reservation I had. He was far from merciful, but he had proved himself to be thoughtful. Aware.
“Give me those things,” Rhone grunted. “And I will give you that and more in return.”
My heart leaped at that. I never would have expected those words from someone like him. Not in a million years.
He released my wrists and I lowered my hands to his hips. I gripped him, pressing my nails into his skin, which seemed to drive him forward with even more vigor. I could feel every inch of him in every way. From every ridge and piercing on his cock to the friction of his body as he rocked against me. I could feel the heat of his skin like it was my own. Feel the hammering of his pulse on mine. All things together made my mind soar until I was floating in a euphoric paradise. I was so lost in it that my climax closed in on me without warning. I felt it grip me at the base of my stomach and blossom out in every direction straight to my fingers and toes.
I arched against Rhone’s brutal thrusts, taking every inch of him with ravenous need. My own whimpers and moans filled my ears as I became tangled in violent pleasure.
“Yes,” I gasped, shaking through the height of my release.
When my back bowed up off the floor, he slid his thick arm under me and held me tight, his lips landing on my sweat-slickened chest.
Rhone grunted a few alien words as he tensed, burying himself as deep as he was able just as his release took him under the waves of pleasure that had just claimed me. Liquid fire filled my insides as he came, setting my body ablaze.
Slowly, we both came down from the daze we’d both entered and I found myself returning to reality. I was surprised to not regret what I’d just done. In fact, I was still hungry for more, but my body was spent and boneless. Rhone was still inside me, his body growing lax on top of mine, but he was careful not to crush me under his solid weight. When I was able, I opened my teary eyes and turned toward him to see his heavy-lidded gaze staring right back. Again, words were useless. I found myself just wanting to stare at him in his inhuman beauty, the silence our only companion.
