“Be still and it won’t.”
Lies. No matter how quiet she tried to remain, even the little air he allowed her caused her body to move. The faintest sip of breath and virulent agony exploded through her hips in ragged waves, crashing through her until she wailed and struggled to get away again.
The male didn’t care that he was ripping her in two. Even less that she felt faint and sick. A brand at her back, he caught her wrists and crushed them. Cruel as he shifted atop her, moving that horrible fullness around until she screamed while he swung his legs to pin her further.
“Get used to it, princess,” the man rasped against her temple. “This is your purpose now.”
Abrasive words scraping down her back, Aida trembled. White hot and fleeting, memories of the moments where he’d given her everything except pain seared the backs of her eyes. Screams still echoing around the crushed enclosure where the shattered remains of her heart tried to knit themselves back together. Aida could feel his anger, the mire of his hatred, coating at her skin. Cold and wet, slimy where it sucked at the wisp of brilliant sunshine that faded closer to darkness with every ragged breath. It denounced the roiling waves of heat his body pushed into hers, leaving her cold and adrift in a sea of fear and horror.
He’d forced such sounds from her. Such hideous things he’d given her, that she begged for with more animal like cries. If he was a monster, a veritable beast, then she was little better for answering that vicious call. The one that had sparked through her bones, lighting her on fire from within. Simmering under her skin until she thought she would burst from the intensity of the glow. How the fire had teased her, promising such things on cruel lips that seared her mind into numbed desire.
Yet as she plucked apart those brief moments where she reveled in him, the seconds like hours where she’d felt whole and alight with the burn of a thousand summer suns, something changed. Taut muscle relaxed, easing their burden. A rush of warmth through her hips mellowing the agony to the breathtaking crimson-golds of sunset, away from the churning thick black sludge. Bringing a stuttering sigh to her lips, matched by the grating resonance of the man.
A groan. One he pressed against the side of her neck as he shifted again. Rocking that excessive girth within her. Pushing it against some part that made her squeak and arch. It felt strange, unbelievable pressure that shot straight to the spot he’d attacked with his fingers. It pulsed and raged, growing vicious and charged. Building with a violent surge as she tipped her hips. Easing the thick slide of him, angling it for the greatest result.
Pain crumbled, whipped away on a fiery wind that twined around her very bones, she made another small sound. One of pleasure. Needy, desperate as another soon followed. Stretching her spine in an attempt to dislodge the blistering mass of him. Not to get away, but to spread her legs wider, those dreamy memories punctuated by the slap of skin assuring her it would feel all the better if he would just go a little deeper.
He was there. Leveraged on his arms now, much of his weight centered on the backs of her thighs as he jerked in tiny thrusts. Pushing that fullness ever deeper until he pressed against something. Something that made an inhuman sound grind from her throat. Dancing over her lips to glide into the darkness that came alight with shimmering trails of reds and gold, chill blues and green. The unknown yawned wide before her, dragging her in.
She didn’t fight it. Diving headfirst into the glittering heat, nails raking over the back of the male’s neck as she pulled him tighter where he hunched over her back. Glorying in the rough, husky sounds he made. Teeth snapping out swirling curses, tongue trailing vehement obscenities against her skin. A delicious cacophony underscored by her low moans and whines.
Squealing when the rough breadth of his hand scored the softness of her hip, his thickness driving forward too hard, too fast. Lost the sound in another primal groan that stuttered when his seeking fingers found the tender nub of flesh. The pad of his thumb mashed it, rubbing in coarse circles that shoved a scream from the depths of her soul as he unleashed the tempest roiling within her.
It wasn’t just warmth. The burn of the sun was nothing compared to the scorching heat rushing through her veins. Crashing waves pounding her against the sturdy, blistering ferocity of the man at her back, the swift motions of his thumb sending surge after surge erupting into the night. Pushing her further, higher with every grinding rut and rough caress.
Her scream was savage as he pushed her from a too high precipice, down into the chaotic depths of molten sensation. Plunging her deep into the scorching bliss of it as he continued to snarl and curse in a ragged song against her skin. Soul a wildfire raging within the too tight confines of precious skin, she answered him with yet more ravenous murmurings. Throat raw with the guttural noises, she bucked. Hips rocking in time as her body fluttered and contracted around the pulsing girth once again.
Rich and thick, heady in itself, an inferno erupted inside of her. The male’s groans echoing through the very marrow of her bones, the sound almost pained as he rutted against her with heavy slaps of his hips. Pushing and pulling that impossible thickness within the tight grip. Making her shriek in denial and pleasure both as he threatened to pull it free with each stuttering lunge.
“So tight,” he rasped against her shoulder, digging his teeth into the soft flesh. Leaving a mark before he licked at the shell of her ear. “Strangle my knot, princess. Make me earn
