Page 101 of The Sterling Acquisition
The change in Dante was immediate and electric. His grip on Orion’s hips tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and when he pulled out and slammed back in, the force of it drove the breath from Orion’s lungs.
“Fuck,” Orion gasped, his back arching off the bed. The thrust hit something that sent both pleasure and a sharp edge of discomfort through him, but he didn’t care.
“This what you wanted?” Dante growled, his voice rough and possessive as he set a harder pace. “Wanted me to stop treating you like you’re delicate?”
“Yes,” Orion panted, his hands clawing at Dante’s shoulders. One particularly deep thrust made him wince—the angle hitting wrong, stretching him in a way that burned—but he gritted his teeth and rolled his hips up to meet the next one anyway. The careful sweetness was gone, replaced by the raw hunger that had been driving them both crazy. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
Dante’s mouth crashed down on his, the kiss brutal and claiming. “You feel so fucking good,” he snarled against Orion’s lips. “So tight around my cock. Been wanting to wreck you since the moment I saw you.”
The filthy words sent fire racing through Orion’s veins even as his face burned with embarrassment. “Shut the fuck up,” he gasped, but there was no real venom in it—just reflexive defiance mixed with mortification at how much the crude praise affected him.
Dante’s laugh was dark and satisfied. “Make me,” he challenged, then grabbed Orion’s thigh and hitched it higher, changing the angle. The new position sent him deeper, and Orion bit back a cry that waspart pleasure, part genuine discomfort as Dante hit something inside him that felt too intense, too much.
“Harder,” Orion demanded anyway, his nails raking down Dante’s back hard enough to leave marks. His body was adjusting, the burn fading into something that made his nerve endings sing.
“Greedy little thing,” Dante panted, becoming more forceful. “Want more? Want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight?”
“God, yes,” Orion moaned, even as another deep thrust made him gasp in genuine pain. But the discomfort was swallowed by the overwhelming pleasure, the way Dante was hitting that perfect spot inside him more often than not, making his vision blur.
They moved together with increasing desperation, the careful control abandoned. When Orion bit at Dante’s throat, Dante retaliated by adjusting his grip and pulling Orion down onto his cock harder. The force of it made Orion’s eyes water—too much, too fast—but he was too far gone to care, too caught up in the overwhelming sensation.
“Mine,” Dante growled against his skin, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Say it.”
“Fuck you,” Orion gasped out of pure stubborn pride, even as his body betrayed him by clenching around Dante’s cock. The possessive demand should have made him rebel, but his senses were getting hazy, pleasure building to a crescendo that threatened to drown out everything else.
Dante’s response was to slam into him harder, hitting that spot that made Orion see stars. “Say it,” he demanded again.
“No,” Orion panted, but his will was crumbling as Dante found a rhythm that barely left him enough time to breathe, let alone think.
“Stubborn,” Dante snarled, but there was satisfaction in his voice as he continued the relentless pace. “Going to make you say it. Going to fuck you until you can’t think of anything else.”
Orion wanted to maintain his defiance, wanted to keep fighting, but his body was betraying him. The overwhelming sensation, the way Dante was consuming him completely, the pleasure that was building toward something that felt like it might tear him apart—it was all too much.
“Fuck, I’m, I’m—,” he gasped, clawing at Dante’s shoulders.
“Say you’re mine or I’ll stop right now,” Dante huffed into his ear.
I’ll die if he stops now.
“Yours!” he gasped, word tore from his throat as his senses clouded with the delicious, terrible tension that demanded release. “I’m yours, Dante—f-fuck, yes—yours!” The admission seemed to break something loose in both of them.
When his orgasm crashed over him, it was with a violence that left him sobbing Dante’s name, his teeth sinking deep into the space between Dante’s neck and shoulder as his body clenched tight around Dante’s cock. The taste of blood flooded his mouth—strange and metallic but somehow sweet, like clawing something back even as he surrendered.
Dante followed him over the edge moments later with a broken groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside Orion. The final thrust was almost too much—hitting something that made Orion’s vision blur with a sensation that bordered on pain—but he held on, riding out the intensity until they both collapsed.
They lay there panting, Orion’s body still adjusting to the aftermath. There was a dull ache now that the endorphins were fading, a soreness that reminded him of what they’d just done and how new his body was to it.
“Fuck,” he breathed, not sure if he meant it as a curse or an observation.
Dante lifted his head, concern flickering across his features as he took in Orion’s expression. “You okay? Was that... did I hurt you?”
Orion considered lying, but the question was asked with genuine worry. “A little,” he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment. “But not... not in a bad way. Just... intense.”
His fingers drifted to the bite mark on Dante’s shoulder, tracing the clear imprint of his teeth. “I hurt you,” he murmured, surprised by the regret in his voice.
Dante caught his hand, pressing a kiss to his fingertips. “It was perfect,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You were perfect.”
Dante shifted, carefully withdrawing from Orion’s body with a hiss of sensitivity from both of them. He didn’t move away, though, instead gathering Orion against his chest in a protective embrace that felt more intimate than the sex had been.
