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He makes a noise in his throat, which only gets louder and more feral as I pull down his boxers, take his cock out, press my boobs together with one hand and guide him to them with the other.

I don’t have enough cleavage to successfully do this, but it is what it is.

He clearly gets the idea and by the way his breathing picks up and his pulse slams at his throat, he’s obviously enjoying the sensation.

He’s not the only one. I rub his sensitive head over my nipples, pressing hard to cause myself little bursts of pain that ripple out as pleasure, landing like lightning bolts between my legs.

I keep going until he’s soaked me, until my chest is tight with trails of precum.

I let go of his cock, grasp his t-shirt with both hands, and shred it, yanking hard on it over and over again until the tear reaches the neckline.

“Give it to me.” I’m the bossy one now.

He grasps the back and pulls it over his head, tossing it at me. “You could have asked before you destructed it. I just got this room, and I don’t have any clothes here. I’m going to have to ride home shirtless.”

“I’m sure someone will let you borrow one of theirs.” I toss the shirt on over my head, taking the ripped ends and tying them tight together. “Wait. Did you just say ride?”

Dravin only has one bike, although he never thought of it as his. He gave it to Dominic.

“I may have bought something.”

“What? When? Why did you not tell me?”

“Because then you would have wanted to go for a ride.”

“It has two seats?”

He nods, watching me carefully. A few weeks ago, I never could have seen myself getting on a bike. Even the sound of one triggered awful things for me, as if the machines themselves were responsible for the horrible deeds of bad men.

I smack his bare shoulder. “Of course I’d want to go for a ride. What’s wrong with that?”

“When you get on the back of a bike like that, behind a man like me who is prospecting for a club, it means something.”

“What? That I’m your woman?”

He pauses. “Yes,” he admits.

“Asshole,” I mutter, grasping his jeans and forcing them down.

“You know very well I wouldn’t have said no.

We’re not even fighting about this anymore.

It’s a finished discussion. If you don’t put me on the back of that bike the very next time you take it out, I’ll hijack it, and when you come after me and try to take it back, I’ll shove you onto that seat and claim you for the whole world to see and I’ll do it loud and motherfucking goddamn proud. ”

I scramble off the bed and help him get out of his boots and jeans. I tug his boxers down, but when I go to palm his cock, he snaps his fingers and points at the bed, looking all grim and silent and deadly.

My pussy pulses, my walls clenching in on themselves at the terrible beauty and power he exudes. I know he’s not actually angry, since I can still practically see him trying to hold back a smile, but that surly black stare down gives me chills.

“I adore you, Kael…” There. He said it. I almost grin in triumph, especially as his gaze lingers over me in his t-shirt. I know how much he loves to see me wearing his clothes. “But if you think I’d ever ride on the bitch seat of my own bike…”

He would. If that’s what it took to prove something to me, or if I asked him to in all seriousness, he would do it in a heartbeat.

He’d do anything for me without asking a single question, without even so much as pausing.

This man put his whole life on hold and then he found this place for us to start over again.

He knew what I needed long before I ever did, and even if it appeared like we were descending into hell, we were safe the whole time because he’d never force me to endure something that I couldn’t.

He sees my strength. My pain. When he looks at me, his gaze cuts straight down to my soul.

If he truly was Hades—my Hades, who cloaks himself in black and shadows but underneath has the most beautiful, tarnished soul, I’d stay with him for an eternity, no matter what kind of world we had to live in.

He points to the bed, jaw clenched like steel. “Face the headboard. Ass in the air. Part your legs. I want to see every bit of your swollen pussy as I sink into you.”

I’ve never gotten onto anything, or into position, so fast in my life.

I spread my hands out on the bed and rest my cheek on them, canting my hips up in the air, my knees far apart, spreading myself lewdly for him.

Old me could never have seen myself following orders and thinking it was hot, and certainly I would never have allowed anyone to see me in a position like this, but the woman I am now would arrange herself into any position.

If Dravin told me to hang from the ceiling by my hair while doing the splits, I would damn well do it.

I might be physically strong, and I’ve tried to keep up with my training on my own, but I’ve never been overly flexible. I’d still find a way to do it or wreck myself trying.

I gasp when his hands close over my thighs. Instead of wrenching them apart, he delivers two sharp smacks to the insides.

I crank my head around, but the sharp retort dies on my tongue when I see his thick, engorged cock bobbing in the air in front of him, glistening at the tip.

He strokes himself leisurely and then starts whistling.

Whistling .

Like he has all the time in the world.

“Are you waiting for something?” I ask sarcastically, turning my head around to shoot him a look.

“Yeah. For you to beg to have my fat dick filling you up until you can’t take anymore.”

“I see.” I whip my face around fast so he can’t see my grin.

It takes all my control not to burst out laughing.

It makes it doubly as hard to swallow it back knowing that he’s trying to hold it back too.

“Well, Viking… I’d really, truly love to be pillaged, conquered, and acquainted with your longsword. ”

He’s so quiet that I have to sneak a peek over my shoulder again. He’s got his fist pressed to his mouth and he’s about to burst.

“You’ve been such a good Viking, tasting my…

exotic cream. I suppose I could beg you, this one time.

” I wriggle my ass in the air. It’s hard to do with my thighs spread this far apart.

“Please. Please, please, please fuck my pussy. I really am dying here. The gin and the foreplay and wearing your shirt, smelling you all over my skin, it makes me so wet . Plus, I’ve been bad.

I antagonized you. I deserve to have my pussy punished and- like- spanked or something. With your cock.”

Dravin grasps my hips and bursts out laughing. “Kael! Come on. I’m really trying here.”

“You’re not. I can tell because your cock still isn’t inside of me.”

He lightly smacks the inside of my thigh in warning before he cups my whole pussy in his hand.

He runs his fingers along my clit before pinching it.

He glides his hand back, cupping me and giving me a tiny little slap.

I’m so sensitive from what he just did with his mouth that it’s magnified a thousand times.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Half to death,” I purr provocatively. “Hold on. Let me brace.”

“You’re evil.”

I really do get my hands in front of me and lean hard on my arms. I might be a total tease and an ass, but one thing that I can’t joke about is how wet and how beyond ready I am to take his cock.

I guess he’s done with the dirty talk and the threats of torture. He runs his cock over my soaking slit, making sure I’m good and ready before he grasps my hips and impales me.

“Jesus god!” I curse, my nails digging into the comforter.

The whole bed jerked forward, the headboard slapping off against the wall.

He freezes, inhaling sharply. I breathe in a shaky breath too, grind my teeth, and push back.

“That wasn’t a Jesus god, stop. That was again, please, more, harder, rougher, as you will. ”

“I’m going to imprint myself on your insides.”

“Ooh, you’re learning. I give you an A this time.”

“Me, or my cock?”

He pulls out and slots himself at my entrance again, so impossibly wide.

I have to watch him push in, slowly this time, gliding forward with our slick wetness easing the way.

He doesn’t stop until his balls ram up against my ass.

He pulses inside of me, so furiously that I wonder if he can make himself do that.

It all comes down to this. Despite the missing him, the anger, the aching, the confusion, the teasing, the driving him half insane tonight, just… this .

It’s right in a world where everything is always so fucking wrong.

He’s my happiness in a life saturated by grief.

He’s my safety in the midst of danger.

No matter how different we are, where we came from, the paths we’ve walked up to this point, I need him.

I need him in my life. I need to be in his.

I want his body. I want his heart. I want his laughter and his shitty days.

I want his tender spirit and his surprising charm, and his incredible brain.

He’s wrapped himself all around my heart in knots that I can’t hope to undo. He’s done it by being entirely himself.

A good man.

He’s even a good man as he winds my hair around his fist and uses it to jerk my head back while he brings his hand down to my ass to spank me hard.

He saws in and out of me, fucking me until I see stars.

They may actually be there. I might have ripped out of my body and shot straight to the cosmos.

He drives himself into me in an almost unhinged way.

If I wasn’t so strong, he’d shoot me halfway across the bed with the force of it.

The wooden headboard bangs against the wall over and over again, echoing in the room and probably down the hall.

I can hear the low thumping music playing from the lounge. It’s not really that far away.

I wonder if they can hear us too.