Page 54 of The Withering Dawn
“I wanted to fall in love.”
My heart stopped. So many questions rained on the inside of my skull, flooding every corner and longing to get out, but not yet. I wanted that moment, pure and unfiltered. My body responded to her words like a wolf smelling blood. I was ravenous for this siren.
I dropped my head and kissed the side of her neck. The neck some foul man thought was his when he wrapped his hands around it. But her neck was not for choking. It was for kissing and as I trailed my lips upward, I took her lobe between my teeth, nibbling softly until her whole body broke out in gooseflesh.
“I will know every inch of you,” I murmured.
She sniveled and when I looked at her, tears were glistening on her cheeks. I should have been horrified. Instead, I was proud. I wanted those tears. I wished to lap them up and savor the taste of her emotions. Emotions she felt safe enough to reveal to me.
Reaching down, I fisted my cock and stroked it once. Twice. I trembled against my own touch, sensitive and needy. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel her stretch and shudder around me as she adjusted. I wanted to hear her cry out my name as she squirmed around my thickness.
“Nazario,” she muttered, her voice music to my welcoming ears. “I want to be yours.”
You are mine.
She lifted her head, tempting me as she leaned in for a kiss. I could not resist her if I tried. Not after the way she raised her hips to meet my swollen cock. I rocked against her, sliding my length through her slick folds. Despite her tears, her body seemed just as impatient as mine to relieve the tension. Heat pooled between her legs, wetting my sheets with her need. I pressed my mouth to hers, devouring her delicate moans and slid one hand between us again, notching the head of my cock at her entrance. Lips locked together, I began to push inside her tight channel. She made the sweetest sound as I stretched her around me, a melody of relief and discomfort.
I pulled from our kiss, not daring to steal her voice any longer if she needed to speak to me. Her tear-reddened eyes held mine as Icontinued to pierce her. Her brows hitched up in the middle, her teeth catching her bottom lip again. But I kept going, my movements controlled by one single word that she had not used yet.
I kissed her softly on the side of her mouth as she mewled, her body a vice around my shaft when I finally met the limit of her depth. Lips barely touching, I began to rock against her, reveling in the beautiful sounds she made.
“Does it hurt, muñequita?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she said against my lips, her eyes screwing shut.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Good girl. This is how I want you. At my mercy, but always in control. Always safe. You need only say one word to stop me.”
“I know I am safe. I know it.”
I smiled, my teeth grazing her chin as I began to hasten my tempo. Her breath became ragged and quick, sawing in and out of her in short, uneven gasps. Tears gathered on her lashes again as I continued to drive into her with long, steady thrusts. Every time I pulled out of her, I felt as if she was coaxing me back in and I was more than happy to drive myself deeper. The cabin flooded with our labored moans and whimpers and the crude sound of our joined bodies.
And the whole time, I could not stop looking at her. At Aeris, my lovely, gentle, and somehow vicious siren pinned beneath me. Her fingers curled against the sheets, but I wanted her hands on me. I wanted to feel her nails digging into my flesh. Her hot breath against my neck as I forced her to completion.
“Put your arms around me,” I panted, rocking into her with renewed force.
She whimpered, hugging me close, and in an instant, I felt my climax drawing near. I breathed against her neck, thrusting more desperately in search of that release.
“Nazario,” she sobbed. Her nails bit into my back, driving me wild.
The way my name sounded when she was gasping for air made my balls draw up. I snapped my hips forward, driving into her with an animal grunt. Aeris dug her nails deeper, grading my flesh. I watched her mouth fall open with pleasure and witnessed her teeth grow sharp before my eyes. A faint ripple of fear made my body shudder, but all it did was loosen the hold I had on my climax. My gentle siren was a beast beneath it all and it was gorgeous. Dangerous. Savage.
Lethal and soft. That was Aeris. A wild animal raised in a cage, barely starting to realize herself and what she could do. What she could become. Under the broken pieces, she was a wild spirit yearning for security. For freedom.
And I fucking loved it. I loved her. I loved her tender touch and her sharp teeth and her feminine cries as I replaced the unpleasant touch of her oppressors with the liberating force of mine.
“Nazario, I’m…” Her words were cut off by her own gasp.
I slid one hand between us, finding her swollen clit with my fingertips and stroking her gently. She arched up, letting out a strained cry and I couldn’t help smiling at the instant effect I had on her. I kept going, memorizing every reaction, every way that drove her crazy, until I found exactly what she liked. Until she was the face of unhinged desperation.
“Come for me,” I said before I crushed my lips to hers.
She shook beneath me, her hips desperately rocking in time with mine. She dragged her hands down the length of my back, her fingers grasping at my hips. I listened to the cadence of her breath until I heard that sweet hitch I was looking for. That pause followed by her breathy, frantic moans like she was on the verge of panic. Her teeth closed against my bottom lip and a familiar, copper taste tinged my tongue. I drew back to see her teeth painted red as she licked over them, drawing my blood into her mouth. Her green eyes became paler. More animalistic. That strange, red blush I saw when she was in that pool spread across her skin before my eyes and if I had forgotten what she was, I would have remembered it then.
I was feral at the sight and slammed into her faster, driving her body up the bed with very thrust.
