I thrust back into him, continuously pulling all the way out before sinking all the way back in again. With the tether in place, it was like being inside his head. I was drowning in euphoria, in sensations and emotions I could never hope to feel and yet, there they were like a myriad of the brightest colours. They glowed hot, burning through my veins and heightening the orgasm I could feel building at the base of my spine.
But it was the primal, possessive love shooting through the connection that had me tipping over the edge. I couldfeelit. I could feel the ferocious way he loved me and my chest filled with a warmth that was alien and beautiful and felt likehome. It overwhelmed me.
Wilder was close, wound tighter than a spring and ready to explode. His breaths were no more than sharp gasps and the sounds coming from him were moans that ended in whimpers. I leant closer, resting against his back and brought my face next to his on the floor. His gasps brushed my lips, and I swallowed each one down because they belonged to me. Everything about him belonged to me.
I came hard, staring into his bright violet eyes, my mind full of him. I lost my rhythm, focussing on the way my dick throbbed in his ass as I spilled deep inside him.
Then his eyes blew wide, his neck arched and his hips stuttered as a shocked gasp flew from his lips.
“Did you just…?”
He nodded lazily, his eyes glazing over in bliss. “Yep.”
Wilder looked pretty impressed with himself. He’d managed to come completely untouched.
Which was hot.
Really fucking hot.
I brushed his damp hair away from his forehead. “Come on. Shower then bed.”
His eyes drifted closed and a content little moan escaped his mouth. “I’ll shower tomorrow.”
I snorted as I watched him drift off into a deep sleep, loving that he looked all kinds of debauched again. I swept him up into my arms and carried him to the bed, tucking in behind him and covering us with the blanket.
The shower could wait.
Besides, I had every intention of fucking him in his sleep so a shower tomorrow would probably be a better idea.
I’d been staring at Wilder for the last hour. He was deep in sleep and his chest rose slowly, blissfully unaware of the predator at his back. I dragged the blanket down the curve of his hip, exposing his skin to my view. He was covered in bruises, scratches and marks and the early morning light filtering through the window highlighted them all. He was a work of art. A picture of every painful, carnal second that we shared, and I wanted to do it all over again.
My fingers trailed over his ribs, the curve of his hip and along the cut beneath his navel. I pushed down on it just a little to see his reaction. His brow dipped and his lips pinched, but he stayed fast asleep.
“Byron,” he murmured.
I wondered what he was dreaming about. The way his blood pounded when he ran from me? The brutal way I took him onthe floor? Jeez, just thinking about how perfect he’d been and how savage he’d fought back, had my dick hard and dripping pre-cum.
I licked over the mark on his neck, a little disappointed that the bruise was fading but it was okay, because I could sink my teeth into him again. Hopefully, the more I did it, the more it would scar and become a permanent fixture on his skin.
Wilder moaned in his sleep as I pressed kisses over his shoulder and down his arm. His cock started to take notice, and I reached over to stroke it, loving how it hardened beneath my touch. Wilder gasped and whimpered as I fisted his cock, his hips rolling in little thrusts as he chased my touch.
I pulled my hand away, desperate to turn my attention to his hole. I trailed my fingers down his crease and circled him. It fluttered beneath my touch and Wilder pushed backwards. Fuck, he was soneedy. Even when he was in a deep sleep, he was so desperate for me.
It made my chest ache and a warmth spread through me as I watched him rock against my fingers, his body demanding more.
I sank my middle finger inside him. He was still open and his hole was puffy around the edge from my earlier fucking. I bet it was still sore, but I knew he wouldn’t care. He’d revel in the way it stung, the pain heightening his pleasure. I’d felt it through the tether. Felt the way his body had sung through the pain and I was still in awe of him. Of what we’d experienced. I’d felt his orgasm, felt his joy and euphoria as if they were my own and my mind was still reeling from it. I wanted to do it all over again.
His hole sounded obscene as I sank a second finger inside him. It was wet andsloppy,and I was aching to feel his hole clench around me again. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my fingers out and lined my cock up with his entrance. His wet heat surrounded me as I pressed forward, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the sheer fucking bliss coursing through my system.
It was only when my hips nestled against the curve of his ass that he finally woke with a startled gasp.
“Byron?” He said, his voice thick with sleep and desperation.
“Hush now, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” My hips moved slowly, rocking deep inside him as he stirred from his sleep. I wanted to keep him on the edge of sleep, not quite awake but not quite asleep either.
I grabbed his leg and pulled it over my hip, opening him up so I could push deeper. It allowed my cock to drag across his prostate with every thrust, and his whimpers were like a goddamn symphony that soothed my fractured soul.
Wilder tried to move, but I pushed more of my weight onto him, holding him still.