“Come higher up my body.” My biceps clenched against the rope.
Pim scooted higher, removing her pussy from touching my cock, sitting just below my ribcage. She glanced down at my tattoo then back to my eyes. “Tell me more.”
“Arch your back, lean over me.”
She obeyed. Her face came within kissing distance. I’d never wanted anything more. “Kiss me.”
Her eyebrows rose, but a dreamy look negated her surprise as she bowed and pressed her lips to mine.
I tilted my face toward her, greedy for whatever she wanted to give. It started fleeting, barely-there, but then morphed into a proper seal. The first kiss she’d stolen completely from me, and I didn’t guide her. I let her set the tone and speed and groaned as her tongue flickered almost instantly to taste me.
I opened for her, welcoming her deep.
Her hair tickled my face and shoulder, strands velcroing to my five o’clock shadow. Her pressure was soft. Her languid pace enough to make me drunk.
However, the longer she kissed me, the more my irritation rose for more. I wanted her. And that want only grew worse the more her tongue teased me like a lyric I couldn’t remember or a place I couldn’t recall.
I wanted teeth to clack and tongues to war.
Frustration vibrated in my throat. I bit her—not as gently as I should—slightly afraid of myself. My grip on sanity was slipping.
My heart rate climbed as she whimpered at my nip, pulling away to look at me. Rubbing her mouth with her fingertips, she made eye contact with me. We both breathed hard as if we’d run a marathon and not just indulged in an innocent kiss.
“Harder,” I commanded.
With the slightest sign of hesitation, she returned to me, lowering her mouth to mine, licking deep.
She took me slower than I wanted and still too soft. The sensation of her possession trussed me up and made me buck for freedom. Freedom to direct the pace, the pressure.
She was lying to me. She acted demure and pure, but I’d seen glimpses of what hid beneath her strength and healing. Pim was a creature with intricacies, same as me. Where mine were bad, hers were very much right. I wanted to know that Pim. The one with a secret coiled deep inside her full of malevolent mistrust for men but with molten heat for love and passion.
She held herself back too much. She’d switched that distrust onto herself—not prepared for her own acceptance of pleasure and kink.
It pissed me off.
My hips surged upward, unsettling her balance and breaking the kiss.
I didn’t know where my anger came from, but it weaved through my sacrifice to keep her safe, smoking with blackness I wanted nothing to do with.
She rested her forehead on mine, making my heart pull in all the wrong ways.
“Elder…” Her voice cracked a little. “Now what?”
Now what?
We end this before bad things happen.
“Now?” I cleared my throat, fisting my fingers and focusing on why we were doing this.
It’s for her. Not you. You can do this…for her.
“Move back down and grab my cock. Angle it up so you can put it inside you.”
Our mutual body heat escalated as she did as I requested.
Her tiny hand wrapped firmly around my girth, shifting my length to spear up from my belly. “Like this?” Her legs widened around my hips as she blushed. Her breasts bounced. Her back arched. She drove me goddamn insane.
“Exactly like that.”
She paused, doubt filling her beautiful face.
“Don’t overthink it. Just do it,” I forced through clenched teeth.
Slower than before, she obeyed, hovering in just the right way above me. With wide eyes, she lowered down and down.
I jolted at the first feel of her. The heat. The wetness.
Holy mother of God.
Her shoulders rounded as she froze with the tip of me inside her. Her eyes snapped closed, and I didn’t know if it was from the same rhapsody I enjoyed or horror.
So I did what she’d asked me to do.
I talked.
My voice resembled a dried and scratchy riverbed, drought-riddled with desire. “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
Her eyes opened, finding me, locking onto me. Tension vibrated around her as she pressed down another inch.
I swallowed my groan. “It’s me. I’m here. You’re mine now.”
Another slide. She gasped as she stretched for my size.
“I’m never going to hurt you. You’re safe.” My hips rose, forcing myself inside her faster than she expected. She fell forward, bracing herself on my chest, her forehead furrowed with deep concentration.
I thrust again, unable to help myself. The crawling, cawing need eroded my walls, hijacking my body. “Feel me, Pim? Feel how much I want you? How hard I am?”
“Yes.” She pressed downward, granting me another intoxicating inch of her. “I feel it.”
I wasn’t satisfied. I wasn’t contented or appeased. I wanted more.
Now.
Immediately.
My ankles dug into the mattress as I rocked up again, climbing deeper into her.