He jerked his mouth back from hers. She gasped at the sudden withdrawal. Swiftly, he flicked the cuff free from her right hand, then the left, and ripped the sweater from the backs of her arms. She stumbled as soon as she was free, and her hands landed on his shoulders, but he caught her before she fell.
His eyes found hers. He waited for her to push him away. To struggle now that she was free. But she didn’t. Her fingers sank into his muscles, her eyes darkened, and arousal flushed her cheeks. Then she lifted her mouth back to his and kissed him all over again. This time with a renewed sense of urgency that made his cock absolutely throb.
More, more, more… They were the only words he heard. The only ones that made any sense. His hands streaked down her sides, then back over her ass. He grabbed hold of each cheek and lifted, pushing his way between her legs as he pressed her back up against the wall and devoured her mouth.
He rocked against her slick heat as she kissed him. Groaned because she tasted so damn good. Burned with the heat of a thousand suns everywhere she touched. Flicking her tongue against his, she drew her hands between them, then struggled with the snap on his jeans.
She tore her mouth from his. “Too much fabric. Take these off and fuck me.”
Her words were like a drug, fogging his head, driving him faster toward an insanity he couldn’t stop. Harder than he was sure he’d ever been, he pressed her into the wall to hold her up, kissed her deeper, and freed himself from his jeans. Her hand closed over him as soon as he was free, dragging his cock toward all her liquid heat.
He let her take the lead and slammed his hand against the wall. She dragged the head of his cock over her clit, circled the tight knot, and shivered.
“Yes, yes,” she groaned, doing it again.
Fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He trailed his lips down her throat, closed his teeth over the soft column, and bit down. She gasped. Her body trembled. The second his cock slid across the opening of her *, he thrust.
She cried out as he sank deep. Groaned when he drew back, dragging his cock along her walls, then shoved in deep once more. Her fingers bit into his shoulders, slid up to his face. Tipping his head up, she closed her mouth over his in a kiss that rocked the ground right out from beneath him.
More. Faster. Deeper.
He plunged hard, fucking into her over and over, needing more. Needing everything. She wrapped her bare legs around his lower spine. Her sex squeezed tight, creating the most perfect friction. He hitched her higher in his arms so he could get as deep as possible. So he could hit that spot so far inside he knew would make her explode.
“Nick…” Her fingers grazed his cheekbones, and she angled his face the other way. Kissed him so sweetly. So intimately, that place inside that had burst to life seemed to grow and warm and bloom. “Come. Come, right now. For me.”
She’d said that to him before. In his cell, when she’d pleasured him with her hand. And just like then, he was powerless to do anything but what she commanded.
His orgasm raced down his spine, burst in his balls, and ricocheted through every cell in his body.
Her muscles spasmed, and she clamped down around him. And then she pulled her mouth from his and completely shattered. He thrust harder, even though he was spent, wanting to draw out her orgasm. Wanting to feel it ripple through his body. Wanting to know every ounce of her pleasure.
When it faded, she fell into him. Her head landed against his neck. Her fingers slid through his damp hair. Her heat surrounded him, infused him, melded with his until he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.
Long minutes passed with only the sound of his pulse pounding in his ears and their mingled, heavy breaths echoing in the darkness. Every muscle in his body felt weak, wrung out, drained. And as the last edges of his release finally faded, he found he was glad the wall was holding them up. Because if it wasn’t, he was pretty sure he’d be in a heap on the ground right now, flat on his ass.
Her fingers skimmed through his hair again, and a tingle raced over his scalp and trickled down his spine. “Mm. Thank you.”
Those two words brought back another memory. Of her leaving his cell after she’d pleasured him, and his saying the very same to her.
Reality slammed into him. She was naked, pinned between him and the stone cold wall, in a cell where he hadn’t planned to pleasure her but torture her.
The day spun behind his eyes. Coming to the colony, finding it in ruins, leaving Cynna sleeping while he went to search for survivors, finding nothing but death. The anger and pain and misery. Taking it out on her. Coming here then torturing and using her.
He wasn’t the monster Zagreus was? He dropped his head to her shoulder, unable to hold back the groan. He’d just proved he was more like his father’s fucking side of the family than anyone ever could be.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
He lowered her feet to the ground, then let go of her and moved back, needing space. Needing to let her go before he did something worse.
“Fuck.” He tugged his pants up and scrubbed a hand over his face.