Page 82 of Cruelly Bitten
But of course I did. We’d been together for a thousand years. I knew him better than anyone else.
And yet… I’d never experienced this side of him at all. He’d kept it buried inside, locked away where I couldn’t reach him.
How fulfilling had life actually been for him if he’d needed to fight this part of himself?
Or did this part not usually exist around me?
My head spun with uncertainties, making me dizzy.
I’d wanted to provoke him into letting go, to make his mind vulnerable to mine, and somehow I’d ended up even more conflicted than before. Even morewounded.
“Fuck,I might just live inside you forever.” Cam’s breath was hot against my neck. “You’ll fall asleep on my cock and wake with me taking you. Over and over again.”
He panted the words, his body hard and dominant over mine as one hand continued to hold my hip captive. But his other palm was moving, going from my nape to throat once more, then up to my chin.
“Kiss me,” he demanded, his grip rough as he tugged my head to the side and leaned over me to claim my mouth.
It gave me a break from the orgasm ripping through my being but wrenched my head back at an uncomfortable angle—one I worried might end in him snapping my neck.
Only, his tongue was almost reverent against mine, his movements slowing slightly as he pulled almost all of the way out of me.
Then he drove back in with a strength that had me yelping against his lips.
He smiled, repeating the motion and hitting that spot deep inside. I clenched around him impulsively, my body reacting to his savage strokes.
I felt owned.
Possessed.
Trapped.
All emotions I hadn’t really experienced before with Cam. Owned, maybe. But not the others.
This… was new. And I hated how it made me feel.Aroused. Ready. Begging for more.
I’m broken, I decided.This version of Cam has broken me.
I can’t let him win this battle. I have to fight.
For what?
For our future. For the sake of humanity. For our bond!
My mind warred with itself as my body succumbed to the hot maelstrom brewing inside me.
So good. So intense. So overwhelming.
His tongue danced with mine, his grasp on my chin unrelenting as he forced me to take all of him. Deeply. Thoroughly. Hitting my aching center.
I nearly bit down on his tongue, the urge to scream riding me hard.
It would be born of frustration and agony.And pleasure.
Such a fucked-up mix.
My mate was unfaithful.
He doesn’t realize what we mean to each other.
