Page 95 of His Drama Queen

"And now you can." Her hands slide up to my shoulders. "So take what you want, Corvus. Show me what twenty-three hours of anticipation does to your control."

I kiss her hard, no finesse, just raw want and exhaustion and triumph all mixed together. She kisses back with equal intensity, nails digging into my shoulders, and when I pick her up she wraps her legs around my waist immediately.

"Where?" I ask against her mouth.

"Your room. Now." She bites my lower lip. "I want to see you come apart."

I carry her out of the library, taking the stairs two at a time despite the exhaustion dragging at my limbs. My room is closest and I barely get the door closed before I'm pinning her against it, grinding my cock against her through too many layers of clothing.

"Off," I growl, tugging at her hoodie. "Everything off now."

She helps, pulling the hoodie over her head. She's not wearing a bra underneath and the sight of her bare breasts makes what's left of my brain short out. I get her leggings and underwear down while she works on my belt with shaking fingers.

Then I'm lifting her again, lining my cock up with her entrance, and there's no finesse here. Just desperate need and the knowledge that I've earned this, worked for this, proved myself worthy of this.

"Ready?" I ask, the last thread of control making me check.

"Fuck me, Corvus." Her legs tighten around my waist. "You've earned it."

I thrust up as I pull her down and she's tight, so fucking tight, but wet enough that I bottom out in one hard stroke. She gasps, her head falling back against the door, and I don't give her time to adjust before I'm moving.

Hard. Fast. Desperate. Using the door for leverage as I fuck into her with all the pent-up wanting from twenty-three hours of forced restraint. She takes it, meets it, her legs locked around my waist, her nails scoring down my back hard enough to leave marks.

"Yes," she gasps. "Fuck, yes, just like that—don't stop—"

I couldn't stop if I wanted to. My knot is already starting to swell, biology demanding I lock inside her, claim her, make her mine.

"Knot," I warn through gritted teeth. "Gonna knot you if we don't stop."

"Don't stop." Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. "Knot me. Claim me. I want it."

That's all the permission I need. I thrust deep and let my knot swell fully, catching at her entrance before pushing past. She cries out, the stretch clearly intense, but her body accepts it, clenches around it, holds me inside her.

"Touch yourself," I demand. "Make yourself come on my knot."

Her hand slides between us, finding her clit, and I feel the moment she makes contact because her whole body tightens. I'm locked inside her, can't move more than shallow grinds, but watching her face as she touches herself is better than any rhythm.

"That's it," I growl. "Show me. Let me see you fall apart."

She comes with a scream, her pussy clamping down around my knot so hard it triggers my own orgasm. I come harder than I have in my life, pouring into her, my knot pulsing with each wave, locking us together completely.

When I can think again, we're still against the wall, both panting. My legs are shaking with the effort of holding us up.

"We need to move," I say. "Before my legs give out."

She laughs breathlessly. "That would be unfortunate."

I manage to get us into my bedroom and onto the bed without separating. She ends up on top of me, straddling my hips, my knot still swollen inside her.

"This is going to be a while," I tell her. "Twenty minutes at least."

"Good." She leans down, kissing me slowly. "Gives us time to talk about what's next."

"Next?"

"You fixed Robbie's situation. Proved you could undo what you broke." Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. "Now what?"

"Now I keep proving it." I cup her face, making her look at me. "Every day. Whatever it takes. You gave me a chance to be better and I'm not wasting it."