“You complaining?” he teased between hot and heavy breaths, nuzzling into my neck. “Need a break, Little Conduit?”
I eyed the pocket watch on his bedside table. We had time.
“Nope,” I gasped, and he took the opportunity to thrust into me harder. Just once. As if to prove a point.
“You sure about that?” he teased, beginning to slow down. Easing himself in, pulling almost all the way out. Achingly slow, yes, but the lack of speed meant that I could focus on the feel of every last inch as I took him to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“It’s okay if you’re sore, sweetheart. We can take a break.”
The smirk on his face and the gleam in his eyes had a vicious little edge, but I knew there was sincerity in the check-in.
“Not. Sore,” I panted as he withdrew again, pausing to brush the head of his cock against my swollen clit.
Not yet, at least.
The bastard had the nerve to look disappointed.
“Unfortunate,” he crooned. “I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”
His next thrust was anything but slow—it was a harsh spear, absurdly fast and hard, causing me to cry out.
“Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? You like it when I leave you sore,” he whispered in damning accusation. “You love the ache. You love feeling me right in between those pretty thighs, even when you’re taking notes in a lecture. Do the memories make it hard to focus, Arken?”
Fucking Fates, was I that transparent?
“Oh, I know, sweetheart. I know,” he said, pushing hair back from my face. “It’s okay. There’s no need to hide,” he cooed, the cruel edge to his tone doing my fucking head in. “You’re already so wet by the time you come home to me. Dripping at my doorstep…Pathetic little thing.”
My body quivered in response to what anyone else might have perceived as an insult—Kieran had quickly learned theexactflavor of degradation that got me off, and he wielded that deadly weapon with dark pride.
“How bad do you wanna miss me later, Arken?” he teased, nipping at my ear. “You still have an exam later.”
“Screw the exam,” I moaned. “Just keep fucking me.”
I felt the rumble in his chest against mine as he laughed. “Oh, andI’mthe insatiable one? No. You’re not skipping any more of your classes, Asher. I’ve done enough damage to your education. Though…” Kieran murmured, running his nose up the column of my neck. “Perhaps not quite enough damage to this pretty little throat of yours.
“By all means,” I breathed.
“Beg for it,” he replied softly.
Fuck.
The ease with which he could command me, his understated yet overwhelming sense of confidence, was intoxicating.
“Bite me. Please, Kier. I need it so bad,” I whimpered, lifting my jaw, exposing as much of my skin as possible.
Claim me. Mark me. Ruin me.
“Hmmm,” Kieran murmured, teasing me first with his tongue.
“Please.”
“So needy,” he sighed, wrapping the words in a heady blend of condemnation, contentment, and desire.
He was drawing this out on purpose. I knew he was. Kieran had beenfartoo pleased with himself the first time he made me come from a bite to the neck to be holding back now.
“Y’know, not to brag or anything, but I’ve made plenty of people come,” he had mused later that day with a shit-eating grin. “With my cock. With my fingers. With my mouth. But I think you might be the first person I’ve ever made come with my teeth.”