Page 92 of Hunted By Fear

His cock throbs, and now it’s only one layer of material between us, and I’m not sure if I’m just hopeful or what, but I feel like I can feel the cool metal of his piercing.

“I’d intended to draw this out longer.” He pants out, letting me know just how affected he is by all of this. “But if I wait much longer, I might very well come in my boxers instead of that perfect pussy the way I need to.”

His words give me goosebumps, and his smirk tells me he knows the effect he has on me. Before I can tell him to get fucked, I feel his boxers disappear, leaving us skin to skin, my dripping pussy pressed to the warm, smooth skin of his very large, very hard cock.

I curse, grinding against him without thought, needing to feel something, to stop this ache.

Thankfully, Talian seems to understand exactly what I need and doesn’t waste a moment positioning me so that he’s notched at my entrance.

I should go slow, savor this. Our first real time together, this perfect thing he set up in order to apologize.

But I can’t.

Sucking in a deep breath, I let myself sink down on him, holding his gaze as his eyes go wide before they flutter and threaten to close. He grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as we both fight to breathe.

It takes a second for me to adjust; his piercing threatening to throw me over the cliff already, but I manage to calm down before Talian seems to finally snap. He pushes me before pulling me back to his chest, and again that fucking piercing!

“Fuck, you hug me like a glove without any adjustment,” he chokes, and I have no idea what that means, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.

Talian thrusts me back before he releases me. Finding my wrists, he leads my hands to his shoulders.

“Ride me.” I swear his eyes spark as he looks at me, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to refuse.

I’m not good at sex; I’ve never even been on top before, but right now that doesn’t feel like it matters. I’m almost positive I could come from just rocking back and forth a few more times. Plus, I really, really want to give him what he’s asking for. I’m not sure why, but I want to impress him, to push him over the edge myself.

I start slow, rocking my hips to see how it feels and see how he reacts.

I curse as he fills me so fucking completely that even this little bit of movement has my eyes rolling back in my head.

It doesn’t take long before I lose all my worries of not knowing what I’m doing as my pleasure continues to build.

His hand snakes up into my hair, gripping it tight and pulling me into him so that our lips smack together. Our tongues battle each other, and I taste myself on him. I lose my rhythm, but Talian is quick to step in. He falls back, his hands once again gripping my hips, but this time he lifts me high enough that he can piston up into me, and after just two thrusts I fucking shatterwith a scream that I’m sure everyone in the castle probably heard.

At least for right now, I can’t bring myself to care as he continues to pump up into me. I’m not sure if this is the longest orgasm I’ve ever had or if I’ve had multiple, but by the time he comes, I feel like I might cry from the stimulation.

The garden is quiet, not a sound beyond our labored breathing as we lie panting, tangled together, and I can’t stop the smile that pulls at my lips as I look up at him.

Talian isnothinglike I thought when I first met him. Hidden behind all that confidence and arrogance is this amazing person, or demon, I guess. If you’d have told me the day he crowded me against the wall that we’d be here someday, I would have laughed, but here we are.

A smile curves his lips as he leans down, peppering kisses all over my face, wherever he can reach.

“Fuck, how are you so perfect?” I roll my eyes and attempt to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. That only makes him smile wider, and honestly, nobody should be able to be this pretty, human or not.

He kisses a trail down my neck before dragging his tongue up to bite my ear, making my breath catch.

“How are you this ridiculous?” I laugh, shaking my head at him.

He stops teasing, his face going deadly serious before he leans down, pressing our sweaty foreheads together and almost making me go cross-eyed.

“Far from ridiculous, Darling. You’re so fucking perfect it hurts to be away from you, but it also makes my chest ache when we’re together. Like my heart wants to go to you. It tries to break through my ribs, and I’m tempted to let it because dying to be with you forever sounds like something worth dying for.”

I have no words as I look up at him, his beautiful amber eyes shining as if illuminated from the inside. I want his words to be a lie, but I know they aren’t.

If I asked him to give me his heart right now, I think he would…

My hand shakes as I move it down his chest to rest above his heart, feeling the frantic rhythm it beats to, just for me.

I know what he means, though; my chest is almost uncomfortable with the feeling of warmth spreading through my veins right now. I should tell him how beautiful he is, how amazing he is, how happy I am to have been able to meet this version of him… I should say fucking anything, but I can’t.