Page 135 of The Fates We Tame

His hand dips between my legs. At first, he simply cups my pussy while he kisses and gently bites along my shoulder. I can’t help but roll my hips against his palm. It feels so good.

It feels even better a moment later when he slides one of his fingers into me, then drags the wet digit out over my clit, before repeating the action all over again.

Theo rubs his cock along the crease of my ass. He’s hard. Thick and heavy.

I reach behind me and scratch my nails over his hip. His gasp of breath tells me he likes it. Theo grabs my wrist and forces my nails harder into his skin. His cock twitches between us.

Creating an urgency, a need in someone else is heady. That this strong biker forgets himself when pleasure and pain combine at my hands amazes me. And for reasons I don’t understand, I enjoy it. Not because I enjoy hurting him, but because he does.

“Soph.” He grunts as I follow his lead and dig in harder.

Theo slips another finger inside me, pushing them in up to his knuckles. I visualize his tattooed fingers sliding deep inside me.

Suddenly, he removes his fingers, and my back is cool for a moment as I hear the bedside table drawer open then slam shut. There’s a moment while he puts the condom on, then his palm strokes over my ass before slapping it.

“I really need to fuck you, Soph.”

He pushes me onto my front, then slides two pillows from the bed beneath my hips. On instinct, I open my legs, and it takes less than a second for Theo to ruthlessly enter me.

“Fuck,” he cries out as I moan. “This okay?”

I mentally check my body. My hips are supported by the pillow. It feels a little strange being face down in the mattress this way. But my clit aches with a fury that only Theo can ease.

“Yes,” I gasp.

Theo grips my hips and begins to pump furiously into me. My whole body vibrates with need. It’s overwhelming, borderline too much.

Not pain, but the all-consuming need for release.

Theo lowers himself down, his chest brushing my back. He kisses my neck, then bites my earlobe gently. I catch sight of him in the mirror above the desk, his hips hammering into me. There are long, red scratches along his hip and thigh. And I can’t explain what seeing him like this does to me.

Seeing just how much he wants me.

How much he wants what we are when we come together like this.

His hands find mine and grip them over my head.

I can’t respond. He has me pinned down in every way that matters.

My orgasm slams into me, blinding me for a moment with flashes of light and a pure out of body pleasure that I can’t begin to describe.

“Theo,” I cry out as I come harder than I thought possible.

“Fuck, yeah, Soph,” he says. “I feel it. I fucking feel it.”

“Then come for me, Theo. I want to hear you come too.”

“Soph,” he barks as he loses his rhythm. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he does. His strokes shudder then slow. “Jesus. Every time it just gets better.”

I agree. “It does. I hope it always feels like this.”

Theo gently reaches between us and pulls out of me. Before he deals with the condom, he helps me lift my hips and removes the pillows. When I roll onto my back, he kisses me softly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. Far from it. Did I hurt you? I mean, more than you wanted?”

Theo smiles. “Definitely not. I don’t think you could ever hurt me, Soph.”