This Time Tomorrow (Phenomenal Fate 2)
The ache between her legs intensified, squeezing her legs together, and she wailed around his swollen sex. Her nipples peaked and throbbed in a devastating rhythm, leaving her no choice but to rub them on his hair-covered thighs. Arousal pitched inside of her like a storm, tossing her senses on a wild ocean and all she could do was pleasure him, riding her mouth up and down the engorged stalk of his manhood and—
Elias’s hands scooped beneath Roksana’s armpits, dragging her slowly up every inked, sinful inch of his body, stopping only when their mouths met, pressing together with a mutual moan, his eyes scrutinizing her with dark sensuality. “As much as I love you worshipping my cock like it’s your new lord and savior, I know when my mate needs to be fucked.”
Roksana’s gasp was still hanging in the air a second later when she came face to face with the headboard, her panting mouth leaving condensation on the polished wood. Elias was not gentle about arranging her body on hands and knees, cheek to the pillow, knees wide. And until Roksana was in the subservient position, she had no idea how much she’d been craving it. Being laid bare and vulnerable for this man, her body the only one able to give him relief.
“Do you need to feed from me?” Roksana whispered, almost distressed in her overwhelming desire to be needed. She buried her face in the mattress and chanted nonsense, tilting her hips and offering her sex for the taking, willing it to be amply wet for him. “Do you, please, do you? Need to feed? Do you…”
“I will always need to feed from you, Roksana,” he said, raking his tongue up the side of her neck. “But my need for you is not always about blood. Understand?” He kissed his way down her spine, his mouth moving with relish, stopping to rake his fangs from the small of her back to the spot where the divide of her backside began. “Sometimes it’s about protecting you. Holding you. Having your eyes on me. Feeding you. Your voice in my ear.” His tongue slid down between the split of her backside, the flat of it resting on the pucker of her back entrance. At the same time, Elias’s long middle finger tucked inside of her womanhood, pressing deep and making her gasp. “And sometimes it’s all about this tight pussy.”
A spasm shook Roksana, constricting her femininity with such intensity that she buried her teeth in the mattress, biting down hard on a sob. Elias caught her hips in his hands, yanking her bottom up into his lap and she started to tremble, the inner walls of her core already milking him, anticipating him, even though he wasn’t inside of her yet. “Please, please…”
His hardness prodded her, right at the precipice of where she needed him, but stopped short of thrusting home. “I was rough last time,” he said, voice deep and dark, his chest coming to rest on her back, his lips moving against her ear. “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” she panted, rubbing her bottom brazenly in his lap. “Yes, I loved it.”
He dragged the head of his sex up and down, teasing her clit with it until she gave a closed-mouth scream. “If that’s how I took your virginity, Roksana…” His teeth grazed her neck. “How hard do you think I’m going to hit it the second time?”
“Hard,” she whimpered.
A vibration passed through his strong body. “I can’t help it, baby.”
“I know. I…” Her fingers flexed in the bedding, the confession coming out in a choppy rush. “Sometimes I used to fantasize that we finally fought. You finally fought me and…I wondered what your strength would be like if you used it against me. I-I wanted to know.”
Elias plowed his shaft into her, his growl echoing in the bedroom, though Roksana could barely hear anything over the ringing in her ears. Was aware of very little, save the rampant lust commandeering all five of her senses. “Christ,” he shouted, the word muffled by her shoulder. “Open your knees wider, mate. Make room for me.”
Breathless, dangling over a hot bed of release, she did as she was told, gratified when Elias slid a final inch inside of her, his triumphant exhale puckering her nipples. “Like that?”
“Yes, like that.” He pushed his face hard into her neck, fangs bared. “What you said to me before…God, Roksana, I’m trying to keep myself in check—”
“Don’t. Don’t.” She squeezed her intimate muscles rhythmically, tempting him, desperate to make him lose control and show her his true nature. “I want it. I can take it. I hate that there’s anything I don’t know about you. Break me with it.”
The visceral snap of his tether made her almost giddy.
Relief and excitement and hunger gave her everything she needed to weather the sudden storm of Elias. This was him, nothing held back, stripped down to his basest form and she soaked in every nuance. The way his heart rapped against the center of her spine, his guttural grunts in her ear, the smack of muscle impacting softness, the way his hard length buried itself inside of her, over and over again, like he’d been called for decades to join them together, fuse their bodies so they couldn’t be told apart, and this was his only chance.