Page 19 of Insanium
He pulled back and watched me, his eyes dark and wild as he whispered a throaty command. “Tell me what you want, my love.”
I knew that whatever I said, he would give it to me, and I could feel the words welling up in my throat. “Fuck me harder. Just pretend you’ll never get to do this again.”
He grinned wickedly and adjusted his angle, his cock sliding in deeper. I cried out, my hips bucking wildly as he began to hit the sweet spot inside me, his relentless thrusts driving us both closer to the edge.With every movement, the pleasure overwhelmed me, my sensesblurring together, setting off little fireworks that detonated somewhere deep within me.
I arched my back and slipped my hands beneath the collar of his shirt, needing to feel his skin. I dug my nails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. He swore, drawing away again to deliver a light slap to my clit, causing me to scream his name with a curse.
He bit down on his lip, his breath ragged, as he thrust harder and faster, the strength of his body evident in every sinewy muscle that was visible through his shirt. The smell of our sweat and fucking commingled, permeated the air along with the sound of skin hitting skin.
He leaned down, bracing his weight on his elbows, and whispered into my ear, “I’m going to make you come so hard they’ll hear it in every corner of this fucking mansion.”
I moaned and pleaded for him to do just that, my body shuddering beneath his as he pounded me relentlessly. My nipples hardened into painful peaks, my fingers digging into his back, trying to pull him even closer. Each slap of his hips against my ass, each groan of pleasure that escaped his lips, fueled my desire. I wanted this, needed this. Needed him. Why had I waited so long for him to fuck me senseless?
Our eyes locked, and I could see the hunger in his, the need to take me to the edge, to push me over. And I knew he would do it; he would give me everything I was demanding.
His head dipped and he groaned my name as he watched himself fuck me, his soft hair barely brushing my chin. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled.
“Yes,” I gasped. I could feel the pressure building, my walls tightening around him like a vise. It was agonizing in a way, but also the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt. I couldn’t remember the last time I had wanted to come so badly. His teeth nipped the side of my throat, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
His pace became erratic as he thrust deeper.
I knew he was close, as close as I was. My body was ready to explode.
I let go.
I screamed his name, the intensity of my orgasm consuming me whole. My muscles clenched around his cock, ripping a guttural sound from him as he thrust harder, his dick pulsing inside me as he came, drawing another orgasm out of me.
I swore and held him tighter, biting my lip until the pleasure began to fade into a delightful buzz and my lips were back on his, tasting the mix of our saliva and sweat. I felt his cock soften and slowly slide out of me, leaving a warm ache that throbbed in time with my racing heartbeat. I caressed his face, my fingers tracing every perfect inch of it.
He was still breathing heavily, his eyes hooded. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked down at me.
“You know, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he murmured, the words laced with both vulnerability and affection.
“I know,” I replied, my own smile widening as I traced a finger along his cheekbone. “I’ve been wanting to do it, too. When we get out of here, you can plan onfucking me for a week straight, and I’ll be riding you the next one.”
He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest, sending a thrill down my spine. “A week, huh? I like the sound of that.”
He leaned in and captured my lips in another searing kiss, his hands sliding down to my hips, pulling my body closer to his. I traced patterns on his chest, marveling at the feel of his muscles despite having touched them at least a hundred times before.
We settled into a companionable silence; the room was hushed except for the rhythmic cadence of our breaths. Then Hael broke the stillness, venturing into territory we’d danced around but never fully explored. “You weren’t joking about that harem idea, were you?”
I shifted slightly, amused by his directness.
“I don’t actually have a lineup, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He laughed lightly, but then his tone grew serious. “I know there are plenty who’d jump at the chance.” He paused, his voice softening. “I’m not keen on sharing you, Kennedy. But if that’s part of this—part of us—I’m in. Whatever it takes.”
His readiness to embrace such a complex dynamic only made me adore him more—which should have been impossible at that point.
“Should I be worried or flattered that you’re so accommodating?”
“Maybe a bit of both. I’m just keeping in step with what you want, what I know you need. I wouldn’t ever try to change a damn thing about you just to appease myself when I knew exactly what I was getting into. Just remember, I’m here to wreck anyone who dares hurt you. Plus, I’m your favorite, right?”
“And irreplaceable,” I affirmed, feeling a surge of appreciation. “You know, I could handle anyone whocrossed me, but if it ever came to you … well, I’d have to call in the big guns—my brothers.”
He smirked. “They’d do it in a heartbeat. Your parents would ask them to record it so they could play it back every holiday.”
I laughed softly. “Well, just to be clear, I’ll ensure you’re always happy, too. No one gets close to me without your say-so. You’re mine as much as I’m yours, and I’ll guard that fiercely.”
