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I could feel how open I was, but there was nothing I could do.

I couldn’t close my legs or hide. All I could do was cover my eyes and pretend that if I couldn’t see Havoc, he couldn’t see me.

But my illusions were shattered when he let go of my thigh and his fingers pressed against my puckered hole.

I bit down on my lip so hard I was surprised I didn’t taste blood.

Both my arms were over my face now, and I covered not only my eyes, but my mouth as well.

Feeling his fingers inside me was so different from the plug.

They were warmer, rougher, and pressed against the walls.

All I could do was hold my breath. I felt when he added a third finger.

It was a stretch, but wasn’t uncomfortable, and after all the teasing, it felt good.

But it wasn’t enough, I needed more. He wouldn’t make me ask again, would he?

His fingers kept sliding in and out, teasing me, sliding in further, slowly, and then faster. My hips rocked automatically, and I could feel Havoc’s length pressing against me. It wasn’t hard to imagine him filling me, to imagine the heat of him, the stretch. It was all I could think about.

My frustration had built to a point I could no longer contain it. I slammed my hands in to the sheets and scowled up at him. “Will you please stop teasing me! I can’t take it anymore!”

Of course, I was met with that infernal smirk. It was going to be the last thing I saw in my life; I was sure. It would haunt my dreams.

“All you had to do is ask, Isabetta.” He sounded like he was holding back laughter.

I thumped his arm with my fist, unable to restrain myself, but all I got in return was his laughter.

He no longer held it back, instead it shook his body, including the fingers stretching open my most intimate space.

His fingers moved faster, each thrust harder than the one before. I clenched down on his fingers, trying not to moan, but I couldn’t help the sound. I huffed in frustration, then the words spilled out of me like his fingers had broken through a dam.

“Fine! Fuck me already. Please. My ass. Fuck my ass, Havoc. Please?” It was more of an order than a question, but I was too captured in the sensation, and too desperate to care. I normally wouldn’t speak like that, but Havoc brought it out in me.

His smirk took on a victorious quality as he pulled his fingers free and grabbed my thighs, pulling me higher on his lap, as his length pressed against my sex.

“Wrap your legs around me tight now, little fucktoy. It’s time to take you for a ride.

” I did as I was told, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding me to this earth.

He didn’t make me wait any longer, as one hand wrapped around his length, and the other rubbed my clit.

There was no more teasing, only firm touches that made my legs shake.

The tip of him was about the same width as his fingers, not that I had a tape measure or the ability to check.

It still felt like he was stretching me as he slowly sunk in the first inch.

He stared down at what he was doing, his expression intense and focused.

It wasn’t often that I saw him like this, and I tried to hold on to that, to burn it into my memory.

I wanted to imagine it later, when I was on my own. Maybe in the shower.

My breath caught in my chest, burning there. When Havoc finally moved a little deeper, I threw my head back and let out all that breath in a shuddering gasp. I knew I wasn’t as experienced as the men, but holy hell, how did anyone get anything done when they could feel like this?

Now he didn’t need to hold his length, Havoc hooked one finger through the collar I had forgotten was around my throat.

Pulling me up by it, he ignored my pained whimper and dragged me in until I was face-to-face with him.

He shifted inside me, and I slumped forward, clinging to his shoulders.

He didn’t let me get away with hiding though, his fingers tilting my chin up and catching me in a kiss that made my head spin.

His teeth clicked against mine as his tongue plundered my mouth.

His hands dug into my hips with a bruising grip, bouncing me on his lap.

Trying to ground myself, I dug my fingers into his shoulders, my nails piercing skin.

He growled against my lips, and the sound sent a shudder through my body.

I hadn’t expected this. Though I hadn’t thought Havoc would be gentle with me—I knew better than that—he was as needy, as desperate as I was.

His breath was coming out in sharp pants as he pulled me down onto him over and over again.

This felt different from the other sex I’d had.

The sensations were similar, but different.

I was full and yet empty. My aching nipples were rubbing against his chest as he moved me up and down.

I could feel each one of his piercings as it passed the taut ring of muscle that he was claiming, like he never wanted to leave.

And I loved every second.

Havoc’s arm banded across my lower back, tilting me so I had to hold on to him or risk falling.

As his fingers rubbed my clit, I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

He didn’t worry about the sounds he made, given the primal growl that tore through him.

His wings snapped open from his back, and they stretched wide as he slammed me down repeatedly on his length.

He didn’t give me a chance to get used to the intensity of our coupling.

Havoc took me harder than I had been taken so far.

And it didn’t matter that I was biting into his skin.

If anything, it encouraged him. His fingers rubbed insistently, my pain weaving with pleasure until the sensations were all I could feel, all I could think about.

Until it filled me so full, I threw my head back and scream.

Havoc pulled me tight against him, buried so deeply inside me I wasn’t sure I would ever be empty again. Warmth filled me as we reached our climax together, his fingers still on my clit, drawing out my pleasure until the pain made me halfheartedly push him away.

With a laugh, he fell back on the bed, pulling me down with him.

His wings were spread wide, the black feathers glinting in the afternoon sunlight as he held me against his chest. His heart pounded so hard I could feel it against my skin.

Both of us were breathing hard, and I couldn’t bring myself to speak, not wanting to spoil this unexpected moment.