Page 48 of Song of the Heart Scale
“Look at me,” I growled, needing to see her eyes.
She complied, her eyes meeting mine—defiant even now, challenging me as her body yielded. The vulnerability there, paired with her raw hunger, broke something open inside me. I released her wrists only to grip the headboard, giving myself leverage to drive into her with brutal intensity.
“This what you wanted?” I growled, sweat beading on my forehead as our bodies slammed together.
“Yes!” she hissed, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Don't stop.”
I buried my face in her neck and bit hard enough to mark her. She cried out, not in pain but pleasure, her inner walls clenching around me. I reached between us to find the sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it with my thumb as I maintained my relentless pace.
“Damien!” she gasped, her body beginning to tremble beneath me. I felt her teetering on the edge, so close to breaking.
“Let go,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. “Show me what you look like when you shatter.”
Her back arched like a drawn bow as the first wave hit her, a cry tearing from her throat as she convulsed around me. Without slowing, I drove into her with savage intensity through her release, prolonging it until her voice broke and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
“I'm not done with you yet,” I warned, flipping her onto her stomach in one fluid motion. She gasped when I pulled her hips up and entered her again from behind with a force that made the bed frame creak in protest.
“Oh god,yes!” she gasped.
One hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her neck back. The other gripped her hip, my thumb pressing into the dimple at the base of her spine. She moaned into the pillow, her body yielding and demanding all at once.
“Is this what you want?” I growled against her ear, my chest pressed to her back as I maintained a punishing rhythm.
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice muffled by the pillow. “This and more.”
I slowed momentarily, savoring the way she pushed back against me, seeking the friction I was denying her. “Tell me what more.”
She turned her head, one eye gleaming at me over her shoulder. “I want to see if the Shadow Prince everyone fears can make me feel human again.”
Something in her words cut through the haze of lust. I pulled her up against my chest and wrapped one arm around her waist while my other hand cupped her throat—not squeezing, just holding her body possessively against mine as I slowed my thrusts to something deeper, more deliberate.
“And?” I breathed against her ear. “What's your verdict?”
Cat reached back, her fingers threading through my hair as she turned her face toward mine. She grinned mischievously. “I'm still deciding.”
I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, our bodies still joined as I rolled my hips against hers. When we broke apart, her eyes were half-lidded, lips swollen from my attention. “Then I'm not doing this right,” I murmured, shifting us again until she straddled my lap, facing me. The new position drove me deeper, eliciting a startled gasp from her throat.
I gripped her hips and guided her movements as she began to ride me. Her hands braced against my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she set a frenetic pace that had us both gasping. The moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on her body, transforming her into something otherworldly.
“Look at you,” I said, voice thick with awe despite myself. “Riding me like you were made for this.”
She smiled, fierce and wild, and rolled her hips in a way that made me see stars. “Maybe I was.”
Yes… she was.
I gripped her waist harder, helping her rise and fall on my length, and watched her face contort with pleasure. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and I couldn't resist leaning forward to taste her skin there.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, my voice rough. “I want to watch you come apart again.”
Her eyes locked with mine, defiant even as she slid her hand between our bodies. The sight of her fingers working in tight circles as she rode me sent a surge of heat spiraling through my core. With a growl of approval, I moved one hand to cup her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple.
“That's it,” I murmured, my voice strained as I felt my own release building. “Show me what you need.”
Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing shallow as she chased her pleasure. I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm and watching her face as she drifted toward the precipice again. When she began to tighten around me, I pulled her close and crushed her body against mine.
“Let go,” I whispered against her ear. “I've got you.”
She shuddered in my arms and a broken cry escaped her lips as she came undone. The feeling of her pulsing around me was too much—I followed her over the edge, my release crashing through me like a brutal tidal wave as I buried deep inside her. My vision went white at the edges and every muscle tensed as I emptied myself into her warmth.
