Page 31 of Bizarre Bonds
But maybe my caution almost ruined this wonderful thing we have. How can I tell her what risks she’s allowed to take?
I haven’t hurt her before. Ihavemade her feel incredibly good.
I can do that again, make up for any accidental pain I’ve caused her with my fears.
As I kiss her again, I run my fingers over her back. She’s gone without the leather jacket that she decided was part of her new “tough” persona and chosen a dress more like the pretty ones she always wore when she first arrived at the school. The fabric is so thin I can chart every slope of her curvy body.
Pleasure trickles through our connection, flaring when I cup one of her breasts. My hunger rears up in turn.
Desire floods my entire body with a scorching heat, mingling with the matching longing emanating from her, until I can hardly think about anything except closing the last tiny distance between our bodies.
Peri lets out a shaky giggle against my lips and lowers her head to trail kisses along my jaw. “It feels like we’re supposed to do this, doesn’t it? Like… Like we haven’t quite fit together properly yet, but when we do, it’ll be the best thing ever. I wonder if that’s got something to do with the marks.”
I can barely manage more than a rumble. “If so, I won’t argue.”
Then I yank her mouth back to mine.
She slips her hands between us to fumble with the fly of my jeans. The brush of her fingers over my groin provokes an even more urgent swell of desire.
I yank her dress up over her hips and wrench at her panties, knowing she can conjure replacements later with a simple dip into the shadows.
The rasp of tearing fabric earns me another breathless laugh. Peri’s lips graze mine with her eager murmur. “That’s right. I want all of your power. What can you do for me, my fierce mate?”
That last word sets off a bolt of heat and hunger unlike anything I’ve felt before. I tip her over and bury my face in her hair, branding her jaw and the side of her neck with my lips.
“Everything. I’ll do everything.”
That’s what she wants. That’s what I’ll give her. She’s strong too—so fucking strong.
I shouldn’t have let myself forget that.
Peri yanks open my boxers so my rigid cock springs free. I adjust her hips to line her up, my breath stuttering at the impatient wriggle of her hips.
Then I’m plowing into her with the full force of my desire.
For just an instant as I complete that first brutal thrust, my pulse hitches with the fear that I’ve hurt her after all. But Peri lets out a heady moan as if she’s been dying to feel me inside her.
Maybe she has. More torrents of need and delight rush from her body into mine, stoking my own pleasure.
Everything is her—the slick pressure of her channel closing around me, the tightening of her fingers in my hair, the pants of breath through our increasingly wild kisses.
The bliss that fills her with each pump of my cock washes over me in turn through the mark on my chest. With every slam of my cock home, more of my own body lights up with heat and joy.
I have to peek at myself between kisses to check that the mark hasn’t actually spread over the rest of my skin.
The visible sign of it hasn’t. But the hold Peri has on me? That ripples through every particle of my essence with a light so bright and heady I never want it to fade.
I drive into her harder, spurred on by every fresh flare of bliss. She rocks up to meet my violent thrusts, chasing her release, urging on my own.
As I buck into her, I do hold on to a few shreds of control. If I can plunge a little deeper, hit just the right spot inside?—
Fuck, I’m aching to explode, but I’ll be damned if I don’t bring her with me.
Peri’s whimper nearly ends me. She tucks her head against mine, her breath wavering over my neck, and clings to me like I’m a rock in the storm. But I can feel just how ecstatic a storm it is with every surge of emotion that passes between us.
I will be her rock. I’ll stand between her and anything that dares to aim a single unkind glance her way.
I’ll fill her like no one else ever will.
