Page 54 of Crown of Darkness
And then he steps forward, his hips wedging themselves between my thighs. One hand hooks under the curve of my ass as he lifts me and impales me with one smooth thrust, driving my back against the wall.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as my body is forced to welcome him. I’m dripping wet, and yet he’s large enough that my body needs to accustom itself to him, and some part of me loves that fierce ache.
Mine.
He’s mine, and no one will ever take him from me. I want to feel his possession. I want to wake tomorrow with my body aching and know that my first thought will be a memory of tonight.
Firelight flickers in the distance.
A myriad of shapes dance around it as the people of Ravenal seek to celebrate our arrival.
Anyone could see us.
But when I look up, Thiago’s not watching them. He watches me, as if he wants to own every thought that races through my mind.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” he breathes as he thrusts with ruthless intent within me. “You look like all the stars woven into one.” His gaze dips to my breasts. “You look like you were made for me, and me alone.”
“I was,” I whisper.
His gaze jerks to mine.
“As you were made for me. Did Maia not show you my face? Did She not promise that we were meant for each other?”
A shudder runs through him.
I can sense the Darkness within him wanting to break free. He’s always fought it, trying to cage his own nature.
“Harder,” I whisper as the stones bruise my backs and hips. “Show me that we were made for each other.”
And he does.
It’s not sweet or gentle. This is need. This is a claim.Mine,says his body, and I surrender everything that I am, drinking at his mouth as he fucks his way in and out of me.
It’s a battle to see who will break first.
I laugh as I squeeze my inner muscles, watching feral need ignite in his eyes. But then his teeth graze my nipple, and his hands grip my hips, and everything feels wickedly good.
I let him ride me beneath the moon, head thrown back and spine arched unabashedly. Firm fingers dig into my thighs, the corded muscle in his throat clenching as if he’s getting close, before he throws his head back with a hiss.
I want him to lose it.
I want to have him wild and uncontrolled. I want his gasp. I want the little tremor that shivers through his abdomen when he comes. I want to see his white teeth sinking into his lower lip.
I want him undone.
Clenching my inner muscles around him, I work him until the point where I know he’s about to lose it. And then I capture his face and kiss him.
It’s sloppy and messy, and somehow, he sees it as his turn. Slipping from my body, he flips me onto my front on the grass, and then he’s back, driving into me from behind.
“It was my turn!” I protest.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, and then he thrusts into me hard, fucking me from behind with my legs curled up beneath me.
Blessed Maia. I clutch the grass and his hand curls over mine, our fingers lacing together.
Each thrust slows, until he’s grinding over something deep inside me.
“Vi.” A hot gust of breath whispers against my cheek, and then his other hand wraps around my throat.
