“Don’t move.” I wanted him to let me take whatever I wanted from him.
His body relaxed beneath me, mirroring his deep sleep and a shot of adrenaline surged through me. I picked up my speed, chasing that sweet, blessed relief, whilst Wilder tried his hardest to remain still and silent but sharp little huffs of breath escaped his lips. As if he couldn’t hold back.
His body trembled beneath me and his hole clenched against my dick. He was close.
I slid my hand up his chest and wrapped my hand around the pretty column of his throat, squeezing tightly. His head rolled backwards and his spine arched as his survival instincts started to kick in. He fought for breath and his hand came to rest on top of mine. I thought he’d claw at my hand to pull it away, but he just rested it there, as if he were joining me in his own demise.
His skin turned blotchy as the lack of oxygen started to sink in.
“Can you come for me, baby?” I said with my lips pressed to his ear. He nodded, and I smiled wide against the soft skin of his cheek. “Can you do it before you pass out?”
“Harder,” he managed to rasp out. “Fuck me harder.”
I groaned long and hard. This man was fucking perfect.
My hips pistoned faster, to the point where I physically couldn’t move any quicker. I sank my teeth into his shoulder, rebranding him with that bite that excited me every time I saw it. A roar rumbled from deep in my chest as my orgasm raced through me, as violent as a thunderstorm. My hips stuttered, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop until Wilder found his own release.
His fingers slackened around my wrist just before his entire body went rigid and cum shot from his dick, completely untouched.
Fuck, that might be my new favourite thing to watch.
I released my grip on his throat, and he gulped a lungful of air, coughing and spluttering as he dragged oxygen into his body.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my thumb trailing the bite on his neck that was already starting to turn purple.Beautiful.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice a dry rasp.
He let out a contented little purr, and he relaxed into my hold, his fingers trailing along my forearms. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, but it was long enough for our cum to dry and turn uncomfortable.
“Come on.” I slapped his ass and jumped out of bed. “Shower time.”
He groaned and burrowed deeper into the covers. “Don’t wanna.”
I grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the end of the bed. He let out a little yelp, and it was completely adorable. I leant over him, caging him between my arms. “You’ll get in that shower now and, if you’re a good boy, I’ll suck you off while you get clean.”
I nipped and bit at the skin of his neck and he arched into my touch.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Keep doing that.”
“Uh-uh. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?” A little frown dipped between his brows and I flicked it with my finger. “What’s that for?”
“I never thought I’d let anyone call me a ‘good boy’, but when you say it, I want to roll over and preen for you. If anyone else did it, I think I’d punch them in the face.
I chuckled at his words. “Well, I won’t stop you if that’s what you want to do. And I’ve said it before, you’re more than welcome to punch me in the face, but I will retaliate by hunting you down and fucking you to within an inch of your life.”
He swiped his tongue up the length of my neck and nipped the edge of my jaw. “You do realise that’s not actually a deterrent, right?”
I hummed in amusement and a spark of amazement flickered somewhere deep inside me. How was I lucky enough to have this man smiling up at me and wanting me? It seemed like an impossible thing, and yet here he was. All brown curls and violet eyes that were full of mischief and hope. Wilder Rowan was all mine, and I’d never let him go.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Wilder
Oomf.
My skin was a map of interesting colours today. Shades of red, pink and purple decorated my skin and my cheek was almost black. I gave it a tentative prod and winced. It didn’t feel broken, but ithurt.And it looked like it was going to decorate my face for a while.
I pressed against the bruise again and the sharp pain fizzled into a warm pool of desire in my gut.