He spins, and I feel that weightlessness again until there’s suddenly something soft against my back. My eyes open as I break the kiss and take in the new surroundings.
How did we get into a room?
Chaz tugs his shirt over his head while I’m distracted, and then I feel mine being tugged off. I look at him just as my shirt is tossed aside, and I arch an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to keep taking you on the ground,” he says, then smirks as he undoes my dagger belt and tosses it aside. “Won’t be needing that.”
My lips turn up in an unexpected grin as he slowly peels the rest of my clothes off my body. My breathing turns heavy, and I swallow as he takes his time, as though he’s relishing each second of baring me to his eyes.
I’ve never had anyone use such care with me. In the rings, it was always cold and detached—just something to scratch an itch or pass the time. They would send different ones into our cage, and we’d be watched by the guards who took notes of our interactions with each other like we were a science experiment.
All thoughts of the ring vanish when Chaz starts kissing his way down my body, torturing me slowly in all the best ways. It’s slow and worshipful, completely opposite of the way it was our first time together. Both are so amazing in their own way.
A breath leaves my lungs when his lips fasten on to a spot on me that has never been touched in that way. Sex? I’ve had plenty of sex. But no one has ever done this.
I start making incoherent noises, and he growls against me, the vibrations rattling straight to my core as I try to squirm. He simply pins me in place, his strength showing as he does it with very little effort. I’m at his mercy as he sucks and flicks his tongue, and praises and curses mingle with one determined cause.
I tug at his hair, but it only seems to fuel him as he continues to manipulate my body until something painfully erotic seizes me, dragging me over the edge in a way I’ve never gone off before.
I’m crying out in anguish when he suddenly stops right in the middle of perfection, but he flips me over, and in one powerful thrust he’s inside me. My entire body shudders, and the interrupted piece of ecstasy washes over me ten times as hard as it was.
I’m crying out for a different reason this time, and Chaz grips my hair and hip, using both to anchor me in place as he drags out my orgasm to the point of almost causing me to blackout from the sheer pleasure. Every part of me is on sensory overload, and his grip tightens as he starts making all kinds of deliciously feral sounds, losing some of that control for a whole new reason.
It makes me feel powerful, unrestrained, and lost—a good kind of lost. The kind of lost that I want to stay and never be found from.
He bends swiftly, and his teeth rake over a spot on my shoulder. He uses his hold on my hair to roughly tug my head to the side, and I move with him in invitation as I ride the high. Sharp points against my flesh press down harder, etching up that desire once again. But he jerks his head away at the last minute, moving the hand that was on my hip down and across my stomach. It keeps moving south until it finds that perfect place once again, and I moan as pleasure snakes into me, growing at a steady pace.
So close.
A tremor courses through him, and it’s like it flips a switch on me. I’m suddenly drowning in sensation as his hands start running all over me, and I call out his name as my body spasms in an orgasm that leaves me boneless, panting, and almost incoherent.
He grips me tightly, finding his own release as his hips jerk against mine, and a deafening sound of madness comes from behind me, a mixture of a violent roar and a wild cry. It’s intoxicating.
His body drops to mine, and we both breathe heavily, unmoving, suspended in disbelief. He almost bit me, and I was going to let him.
It’s a sobering thought.
Slade ended up reading that dragonite book to me from cover to cover before I turned it over. He even highlighted some important parts—not for me, since I can’t yet read written English. Those parts were for him.
Chaz knows the consequences just as I do—one passionate bite, and we’re locked together for eternity, our lives becoming intertwined.
I wanted to be reckless, but...
“You’re incredible,” he says against my ear, forcing an unexpected smile to cross my face as my reservations slowly slink into the forgotten abyss.
I don’t really know what to say to that.
As we’re luxuriating in the never-ending afterglow, both of us still trying to come down from the high, the world tilts, stealing the rest of our moment. It’s as though there’s a damn conspiracy.
Pain slices through me without mercy, stealing my breath and stabbing through me like searing hot claws dipped in demonic acid. No part of my body goes unscathed. It feels like my entire being is being ripped right out of me, as though someone is trying to steal my soul the way I’ve stolen so many.
A gurgled scream slices through my lips, and it doesn’t stop. The pain... the pain doesn’t stop...
Chapter 19
CHAZ
I feel it rip through me like a painful wave, and Kya cries out under me as her body curls into the fetal position. I wrap her up, holding her to me as the entire world shakes around us.