Moisture rushed to her eyes. “Maybe.”
His nod was resigned, but his eyes remained molten. “I’m incapable of denying you anything. Anything.” He reached down and fisted his thickness, notching the smooth head inside of her—and ramming himself home to the tune of Ginny’s strangled cry. For a moment, Jonas said nothing, his mouth open against her ear. Then, “You’re even tighter when you’re pissed.”
A tickle roared downward in her belly, her thighs jerking violently as the orgasm whipping through her. “Oh my God.” She squirmed, desperate for an anchor, a branch to grab onto while being shot down the raging rapids. “Oh my God.”
“Tell me you love my mouth,” he said through his teeth, moving his hips in a slow circle beneath her. “The filth I say to you. Tell me you love my cock. Your body is already confessing.”
“I love it!” She screamed in her throat, alarmed, delighted, overcome by how long she was being pitched uncontrollably in the throes of pleasure. “It feels too good. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Do you know the effort it’s taking to leash the monster inside me, Ginny? If the leash snaps, I’ll fuck you clear through this door, so help me God.”
So help her God, she almost encouraged him. Told him to do it. To give her his worst. Because she hated any part of Jonas being held hostage, kept away from her. She wanted every single piece, every facet of this man she loved. But he would never forgive himself if she was hurt and that—surprisingly not self-preservation—had Ginny kissing him softly. “Calm, Jonas.” She stroked the side of his face. “Calm.”
“Goddammit. Too late,” he rasped, shaking his head and starting to drive himself inside of her, sliding her up and down the door at a jarring pace. “Too late.”
Ginny tried to speak and couldn’t. Not with her back teeth clacking together and the pressure of his size filling her over and over again, her ankles shaking from the impact where they dangled helplessly on either side of his hips. His hands were bruising on her bottom, holding her in place for his powerful pumps. Behind her, the door protested the continual abuse of its hinges, the handle rattling loudly.
“I don’t mean to make it hurt, love. I don’t mean it. I don’t mean it.”
She was pulled back from the precipice of alarm when her body started to respond to the wicked pace and intensity of Jonas inside her, chasing his release in a frenzy. Her own monster woke up where it had been dormant inside of her and she closed her eyes, listening to the repetitive slapslapslap of their sexes meeting. She thrilled to the grip of his hands, the possessiveness of his fingers digging into her flesh. Exhilaration danced down her spine at the hungry grunts he made into her neck, the sound of his fangs slicing out.
“I hold my entire world in these hands,” he said hoarsely, licking the pulse at the base of her neck. “I drink from you with gratitude and worship every beat of your heart.”
And when he sank his fangs into her neck, growling brokenly, the culmination of her derived pleasures collided and she was overcome. For long, rapturous moments, she couldn’t move. Could only listen to him feed from her neck and derive strength, his body pulsing with renewed life right in front of her eyes. Her erogenous zones tightened and shivered and sparked, his feasting mouth weaving an emotional sense of completion inside of her, especially when he eased his fangs free, healed her with a lick and regarded her like some kind of angel.
She wasn’t one. Not now.
Her fingernails of one hand scored his shoulders, the other tearing at his hair and she started to ride, as much as she could with limited movement, his body pressing her so tightly to the door, the rolls of her hips were almost futile, but they were something. They were something and she needed to move. To get over the edge of the cliff looming closer, closer.
“Come with me,” she urged, whimpering when his rough drives resumed, their bodies moving like a sensual machine. “I love you, I love you, stay with me. Don’t take yourself from me.”
He slammed his mouth down on top of hers, kissing her with the passionate brutality she was starving for, the door rebounding hard off the frame behind her. Bambambambambam. “I’m sorry, my love,” he said hoarsely. “My fucking life.”
Ginny pitched over the edge so fast and so hard, her climax was almost painful. Her thighs shook around Jonas’s hips, her body arching off the door, her scream echoing off the bathroom walls. He pressed his forehead to hers, looking her in the eye as he followed her off the cliff, hips jerking wildly, Ginny on his lips. Behind him, the bathroom bulbs shot sparks and went out, leaving them in the barest light where it crept in from beneath the door.