Chapter 328. Mindless Torture II

Chapter 328: 328. Mindless Torture II

Maisie

The first few strokes were slow and restrained, against my begging him to move, he was truly frightened he’d hurt me.

Soren had never been one for rough sex. Well, except when he was mad. He was often sweet and gentle, though, by the way of his hands around him today as he pulled out until his head remained, before pushing back in to stretch me just another inch deeper, I thought today wasn’t one of those days.

A tremor went through him with every wet slide. His eyes flicked from my face to where he was sinking into me, watching himself disappear, inch by inch, like he meant to dig a place for himself and stay there.

His lips parted with wonder, his gaze utterly besotted. It made my chest tighten. I didn’t know what I did to make him look at me that way. I’d never understand it.

I clenched around him without meaning to, and his eyes grew heavy lidded. His fingers tightened on my hips. "That’s it."

He gave me the last few inches in one deep thrust. I gagged on a sound, drool at the corner of my mouth, nails scoring his shoulders.

"Soren--"

"I know." He rocked into me, once, twice, letting me adjust, and my hips rolled up to meet him anyway of their own accord. I grew wetter. Needier. "You take me so well."

And then, I was ready.

His arms circled my waist, hoisting up my weight so I was more comfortable as I scrambled up to meet him and I couldn’t tell if he fucked into me or I bore down on him. All that mattered was, we were moving.

It was wild.

His shirt was too smooth against my skin, and I tore at the rest of the buttons. His free hand grappled for my hair and he nipped my lip, my chin, my throat in a savage kiss that was more teeth than mouth. My nails raked down his skin, cutting deep. His hand circled the back of my neck possessively. My leg curled around his waist, drawing him in so hard, his knot caught and swelled.

Soren growled and I let out a little scream.

My nipples smacked against his bare chest. The table I was sure was joined to the ground moved at the ferocity of our movements. My teeth found his shoulder to muffle another scream.

"Loud." He dipped and took my aching nipple in his mouth and bit. "Give me more, Adams. Scream for me."

My head rolled back in my head and I let out a little scream as he hit a new spot that made lightning strike inside me.

"Right there. Don’t..." I groaned. "...don’t stop."

"Not even if the world was ending, love."

I fell back against the table, hand braced against his chest as he lifted my legs higher. My left foot went over his shoulder and his teeth sank in behind my knee as he fucked me deeper.

"This is what you do to me, Adams," he grunted. "You break me apart and piece me together and I don’t know who the fuck I’m supposed to be without you. It drives me..." He gasped, growing even bigger inside me. "...fucking crazy."

I reached to hold something and accidentally slammed my fist into the table. A crack echoed in the room, and I thought I heard a clasp of thunder somewhere.

But it was only the table breaking, and Soren hauled me off it. We walked about blind, crashing into something as we made our frantically.

We hit the smooth, cool surface of the ceiling to floor window.

He pinned me against it with his hips, shifting his grip under my skirt to palm my ass. His fingers spread me open and he held his knot still so he could drag his cock out of me and push back in at a crueler angle.

My blood roared, my need running deeper than mere want, and mere desire. I wanted to breathe him, eat him, wear his skin, live inside him.

My back slid up and down the window and my head dropped back as he thrusted up into me. My hips rocked back and forth as I bounced against him, needing the next thrust before he ever finished the last.

Mouth falling open, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying his face between my breasts as his thrusts pressed my clit against his pubic bone, taking the pressure from higher to impossible.

And I suddenly wanted it harder and deeper.

My nails raked down his back, finding purchase in his muscles and the scent of his blood filled the air.

The pain and demand in my touch, did the trick, sending him into a frenzy, and he was slamming into me with enough force to knock all of the air from my lungs.

The window cracked behind me. An unseen wind came from somewhere. His teeth were all over me, hurting, pleasing, teasing me in everyway I wanted to be teased. And I wasn’t screaming, "Yes, yes," anymore. I couldn’t tell if I had anymore words to form.

A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me and I came so hard, I heard it again. There was thunder in the back of my mind.

Gods. I needed more. So much more of him. I needed him in my bloodstream. I needed him through every hole in my body. He was... he was everything. His breath. His scent. His touch. It was magic.

"More," I demanded. I felt the strangest thing as his aura coated around me, and merged with mine. Energy crackled through me, demanding an out.

Another crack split the window behind my head and Soren drew me away from it, pulling out of me as we went.

I growled out at the sudden emptiness, and pushed back against him, tipping him back and he fell back against a chair with a surprised grunt.

I fell with him, straddling either of his thighs, as I gripped his shoulders, bouncing up and down his cock with hisses of pure bliss. It hummed through me. I felt strong, inexplicable strong, with each thrust.

A bright giggle climbed my throat as I ground hard, making a full circle on Soren’s cock.

He snarled against my neck, pulling out of me and he whipped me around so fast, I missed it until my back was pressed against his chest, his hand circling my neck, and he was impaling me again.

"You want more?" His voice was dark. "Then you take it like this."

He thrust up. The hand on my throat cut my air just enough to make the world narrow. The other slid up and cupped my breast, thumb rolling my nipple.

The position was deeper than before and I went insane with it, Deeper. I went a little insane with it, slamming down, squeezing every time I landed.

"Fuck, Adams," he choked. "I--"

His knot was expanding. He was close. I knew he’d stay hard for hours longer, knew he could and would bring me pleasure after finding his. But something dark and selfish inside me wanted to taste his pleasure alongside mine.

"Not yet," I hissed, tearing my nails into his thighs.

Full. I didn’t have enough of it just yet. Enough of what, I wondered, unsure what I was searching for.

"May," Soren rasped desperately, my hunger pouring into him and making him quicken faster than he should’ve. His movements grew less rhythmic and more frenzied. "I need to--"

"Hold it!" I yelled at him.

He chuckled against my neck. "What a wild creature," he whispered, then groaned, thumb pushing up my chin as I squeezed down.

"Yes! There!" I cried, when he reached between my legs and strummed my clit. Once. Twice. Three times. And the dark pleasure was within reach, and I closed my fingers around it.

I had it. Oh god, I had it!

I pulled.

Soren roared against my ears, spilling hot inside me and climax hit me a second later, hard enough that the thing that had been gathering and humming inside me... exploded, for the lack of a better word.

A boom echoed somewhere above. Soren stiffened. Then he swore and I yelped when he knocked us flat onto the cold floor without warning, his body over mine.

Half a heartbeat later, the ceiling caved in.