Page 102 of Claim the Twilight
Need to own her.
“Take it off.” My voice is rough, my hands aggressive as they pinch and knead, leaving red marks on her soft, creamy skin.
She hisses and writhes, her eyes wet with tears.
Am I hurting her? I pull back, chest heaving as I look down at her mottled skin where I’ve held her too tight.
She reaches for me with gentle fingers. “A little pain is fine,” she says. “But we don’t need it to feel good.” She wraps her fingers around my cock and pumps.
My head falls forward, breath coming faster as the base of my spine tightens. The beast that I’ve grown and nurtured surges up and pins her to the bed by her wrists.
She yelps. “Hemlock!”
Fuck! I force my grip to ease, heart beating against my ribs like a wild caged thing. “I’m sorry.”
“Kiss me.”
I claim her soft lips, heart swelling at the contact. She hugs me to her. Safe. Wanted. Needed. Desire licks at my chest, spirals low in my belly, and makes me so hard that I can barely breathe.
I need inside her.
“Yes…” she says, leading me to wonder if I said it out loud.
Heat pricks my eyes as I part her soft thighs and insinuate myself between them. She’s hot and wet, ready for me despite everything, and the knots in my chest twist tighter because what if I lose control and hurt her? What if we’re wrong and the power can still be released here if I lose control without pain?
“Hemlock?” She peppers my face with kisses. “I want you. I want you so fucking much because I love you. I love you, you hear me? Please…take me.”
I’m powerless against my need for her. The feel of her soft, silken, and pliant against me washes away all doubt. I enter her slowly. Inching deeper. Rocking back and forth until she accommodates me. She pants and wriggles, pushing her hips up and making soft sounds that inflame me further and tease the beast of pain inside me, but I hold him back. I force him down,and for the first time in forever, I allow myself to experience pleasure untainted and unfettered.
I lose myself in her completely.
ORINA
The cold blaze in Hemlock’s eyes died as he sank into me, and when he locked gazes with me, the beast who loved pain was gone. The connection between us hummed with promise, a union that had been too long coming. I surrendered my body to his, trusting him to guide me to release, every throb, every ache, every tingling jolt stealing a little more of my breath, a little more of my sense, until there was nothing but the tightening sweet pleasure that hovered on the edge of pain.
“Don’t stop. Don’t…Oh…Please…”
I unraveled, hips snapping hard against his, walls squeezing him tightly.
“Fuuck. Fuck me,” he growled against my ear as our hips met and ground together, milking the climax until we were both spent.
“Don’t leave,” he said into my hair. “Don’t leave me yet.”
The aching resonance to his tone had alarm bells ringing, “Hemlock?” I pulled away, needing to see his face, but he chased my lips, claiming them softly.
“I love you,” he said against my mouth. “Let’s sleep here. For a while.” He nuzzled my neck. “Please.”
I pushed away the foreboding that threatened to ruin this moment and wrapped my arms around him, but my skin met air.
Hemlock was gone.
I sat up, and the vista melted away, throwing me into the dark maw of sleep once more.
Chapter 42
HEMLOCK
One moment I’m holding Orina, and the next I’m prone on a stone floor, my lips inches from the cold, dank surface. It would be comical if not for the fact that it sucks ass.
