Page 53 of Of Blood and Banes (The Arterian #2)

He lifts his head up, licking his lips, his entire face soaked. Before he can even think about returning between my legs, I force his head up toward my face, a pained growl rumbling in his throat as he follows my grasp to avoid tearing his hair out.

“Who said I was done with you?” he grumbles. “I was perfectly content watching you writhe on my tongue.”

Tease. I tug his head back to reveal his proud throat.

“Me.” My next string of words comes out desperate. Breathy. “Darian…I need you to fuck me.”

A smirk splits his lips at the simple word. “Need, huh? Need is a funny little thing…”

Probably shouldn’t have admitted that. I’m sure it’ll bite me in the ass.

He leans forward and kisses me, slipping his tongue between my lips so I can taste myself on him. His mouth moves over mine as he slides his tongue with mine, a salty taste washing over my mouth.

When he breaks our kiss, his voice is husky and tight with failing restraint as he speaks against my lips. “You wouldn’t have your way…but I need to fuck you hard enough to forget my existence.”

He grabs my hips in his hands and slides me across the desk against him, then sweeps me up into his arms. I wrap my wrists around his neck, holding myself to him as he fumbles around blindly, mouth locked on mine.

He slams me back into the wall, barely breaking my concentration on his mouth.

He fists his fingers back into my hair as he breaks away from my mouth and kisses down my jawline.

I roll my head back against the wall to give him full access to the sensitive parts of my neck.

And he takes it. His hot tongue caresses my skin, coupled with soft sucks that have me bucking my hips into him.

“Enough with the teasing already. Just fuck me,” I grunt through tight breaths, trying to school my aching need for him. “Please.”

He chuckles. “So impatient. As you wish.”

He sets me on my feet, spins me so I’m facing the wall, and pushes me against it.

With my cheek flush against the brick and my hands braced on either side of my face, I slide my legs apart as he taps the inside of one of my thighs.

He presses one palm against my lower back, encouraging me to arch more for him, before he grabs one of my asscheeks and pulls me open.

He brushes the thick head of his cock against my heat.

“Remind me of my name when you scream,” he whispers roughly into the back of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine.

He slides himself inside of me, choking out any response I’d been thinking of.

Slow, inch by inch, he stuffs himself inside of me, waiting for me to grow accustomed to his length and thickness before he pushes farther.

He stops once he’s fully inside of me, his hips set flush against my ass.

That full pressure of him inside me is mind-tingling.

I’m burning for more friction. I glance over my shoulder at him, waiting for him to give me the movement I so desperately need.

He grins. “You’re holding your breath.”

I blow it out, heat escaping my face, and instead I wiggle my hips against his groin, wordlessly asking for him to fuck me. He tangles his fingers into my hair to gently pull my head back, before he leans in close, his lips trailing whispers of kisses down along my temple until he reaches my ear.

His voice is soft and sultry. “I want you to…”

He pulls out a few inches, then plunges deep inside of me with a forceful grunt, my legs quaking beneath me, and I gasp out.

“...beg for every inch.” He pulls out again lazily.

“Beg for every kiss…” He gingerly pecks my shoulder. “...beg for every touch?—”

He slaps my ass, and I jolt forward into the wall with a muffled cry, the sting of it delicious and startling all at once. The pain rings in ripples across my skin, contrasting against the wicked heat collecting in between my thighs.

“Beg for me,” he growls as he kisses against the back of my neck and bites down into my skin with a softness that conveys nothing but possessiveness.

I groan, the sensation of pleasure and pain an entirely new concept to me.

And one that takes me by surprise with how much I like it.

There never would have been a world where I begged from a man, let alone for a man to fuck me.

But here I am, pressed up against a wall and needing him.

Craving every bit. He turns me into an absolute animal—hungry and focused on the overwhelming and all-encompassing need for only one thing.

Him.

“Please…Gods…fuck me like I won’t break,” I say with my eyes closed.

“I am not your god.”

The next string of words come out in a jumbled, breathy mess. “I don’t care who you are, give me your cock. I want you to touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me. All of it. Take it all and make me yours.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of mine ,” he growls.

Something snaps, and he uses a hand to pin the side of my face against the wall as he fucks me hard and fast. So much so that I’m spreading my legs wider so he can reach those irresistible spots that have me trembling and whimpering for him.

Each thrust is harder than the last, and a tight grunt escapes his lips.

A loud clap sounds every time he slams into me, filling the room with a rhythmic applause that matches my pounding heart.

Every attempt at saying something is stolen by the roll of his hips, every inch of him drowns out my thoughts in euphoria.

I whimper, sensing the inevitable new wave of pleasure rolling in.

Understanding exactly what I need, he begins to smack my ass.

Not hard enough to sting but enough to grab my attention.

He whispers breathily near my ear, “You gonna come on me like this?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Please, don’t stop. Please let me come.”

He listens, continuing to work himself faster, chasing that next climax until I shudder, clenching around him again with a force that seals my eyes shut.

“Atta. Girl. You. Take it. So. Well.” He punctuates each word with grunted thrusts while gripping my ass so hard I’m sure it’ll leave bruises.

We descend into pure, mad lust. He fucks me over and over, pinned against the wall, until my ears ring from coming so hard, so many times. It’s almost as if with each thrust, he discovers exactly what makes my body tick and melt, adjusting his tempo and speed to what my body calls for.

“Darian…I…” I pant, my entire body shaking as if I were left out in the cold, sweat drenching my skin and my hair plastered to everywhere it touches. “I…can’t…stand…”

He slips out of me immediately, sweeping me into his arms just as I collapse.

He carries me over to the bed, laying me down and flipping me onto my stomach.

He plunges back inside of me and continues to pound me.

I melt into the bed as he fucks me into the bouncing mattress, just as he said he would.

“Darian,” I cry and shatter once again.

“That’s right. Make a mess on my cock.”

I’m struggling to find a single breath. My bones are an aching, blissful mess. Perhaps I’m in way, way over my head. Here I thought Darian might have been all talk…but now that we’re here, in a room with just him and I, things are different.

We rock back and forth, the bed squeaking in appreciation, our sweaty bodies slapping against each other.

I push up to my forearms, glancing back at Darian.

His eyes are trained on his glistening length gliding in and out of me.

Sweat plasters his brown hair to his forehead, his brows lowered as he concentrates on the task at hand.

His strong fingers pull my ass apart, stretching me wider to accommodate him as he fucks me.

His eyes begin to flutter, his head lolling back as he thrusts again and again.

Gods, from this angle he’s devastatingly beautiful.

Each carved muscle shifts with every snap of his hips, sweat dripping and rolling down his bronze skin.

Even his staggered, panting breaths spike a desire within me.

He looks vulnerable, basking in every touch and sensation. Losing himself to me.

I look away as he hunches over me, tucking his hard cock deeper, and I gasp. His lips brush my shoulder blade, up to the back of my neck, and bites me as he rocks both of our bodies back and forth.

“Come…come for me…one more time,” he rasps near the shell of my ear. “Remind me who I am. Remind me who’s fucking you.”

Gods, even his voice sounds so completely desperate and unlike him. It unravels something in me, this vulnerability in him I’ve never seen. As if on cue, he slaps my ass, jerking me out of my fascination and reminding me of whom I’m dealing with. Reminding me this is just a nasty, good fucking.

A screaming high of ecstasy and pleasure peaks and explodes into an array of sound and colors, until it rips out of me into an audible cry of his name.

He matches my vigor, slamming into me with a ferocity that makes my body shudder.

With his own deep, delicious roar, his thrusts become erratic as he fills me with his cum.

He slumps forward and catches himself with his hands braced on either side of my head while his cock pulses inside of me.

His chest presses into my back with a comfortable heaviness, barely keeping himself from completely crushing me.

His heavy, panting breaths stir the hair near the nape of my neck, and he rests his forehead against the back of my head.

I’m still lost in the sea of rippling pleasure, my mind buzzing until I sink into something quieter and stiller.

The weight of him disappears as he pulls himself out of me. I flop onto my back, my chest still rising and falling with the rush. When I glance over to Darian, he’s also on his back, eyes closed as he works to slow his breathing.

I sit up as he mutters, “Don’t worry. I’m barren.”

The statement stuns me, and I slowly look back over at him. I open my mouth to ask if it’s because he’s Spoiled, but instead I ask, “How am I supposed to believe that?”

His eyes are still closed. “You can still take pennyroyal if you don’t. I just thought you should know.”

Uncertainty clouds my thoughts, and I lower back down, pulling the sheets over my body as I stare at his profile lit by starlight. The hard line of his stubbled jaw, the strong bridge of his nose, up to his dark full lashes. And those undeniably soft lips.

Before I can do a second stupid thing tonight, I turn away from him.

And sleep.