His cock slid between my thighs and Anderson looked down, watching in pleasurable awe as he slid inside my cunt. Inch by inch he slowly filled me until I sheathed all of him.
His face was stern, his lips pulled behind his teeth as he continued to watch himself slide in and out of me, the slow friction making me wrap my feet behind him and lock my ankles together.
My back arched, inviting him deeper as he plunged in hard, the sharp pain making my muscles grip him even tighter.
He started to fuck me with a sudden desperation, his pelvis slamming against my clit and sending shocks of pleasure into my brain. His grunts were loud and raw, the divine pleasure and the chill of violence in his eyes making me buck back into him with every thrust into me.
He grabbed my wrists and held them over my stomach to give himself the leverage he needed to fuck me with a cruel and merciless rhythm. I locked my elbows, giving him the brace he needed to fuck me hard and fast.
It was his hold on my wrists that stopped my body from being slammed up the table, and because he held onto me so tightly, each vicious thrust hit me full pelt instead of moving me away from him.
Bliss blossomed in every bone of my stimulated body. Anderson’s fingers dug into the flesh below my wrists, my heels dug into his firm arse, and his cock drove me higher and higher.
“Cum and blood, little wolf,” Anderson rasped as he looked once again at his cock disappearing inside me. “The perfect depiction of pain and pleasure.”
I found his eyes, holding onto his gaze as I struggled to cope with the flood of pleasure. “And they’re both yours.”
He snarled, letting go of my hands, and swiping his hand over the blood that still ran, he enclosed my throat in his fingers and applied pressure.
The thud in my head was only exaggerated by the deep and heavy need in me to come. Adrenaline flushed my system and I came so hard that for a moment my heart stilled and my lungs froze.
The silent cry that left me hurt my throat as Anderson’s grip tightened with his own climax.
His forehead dropped to my stomach and he gasped with every jerk of his cock, his cum spilling into me and prolonging my own orgasm with the sudden warm rush.
We both panted, gulping for air to settle the frenzy inside us. I watched his back heave, the solid line of his shoulders completely covering the width of my body. The herbal smell of his hair invaded my nostrils, and the feel of his breath on my skin sent me into a lull of relaxation.
Anderson gently kissed my belly, and then chuckled. “Sorry, little guy. Didn’t mean to bounce you around so much.”
Lifting himself off me, he pulled up his jeans and then grabbed a small box out of a nearby cupboard. Pulling my leg to one side, Anderson carefully applied a plaster to the small cut in my thigh, and then placed another soft kiss on top. “Good as new.”
He grinned up at me and I beamed back at him.
Maybe things were going to be okay after all. Maybe the unease I’d seen in Anderson’s eyes many times was just my imagination.
I couldn’t help but smile when I realised the anxiety that had bubbled in my gut not an hour ago had floated away with my orgasm.
Huh. Nicely played, Anderson.
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, ANDERSON WAS at a fight. Robbie was assigned with the needless task of babysitting me, and Caroline had retired for the night.
I was bored.
Robbie was snoring on the sofa as I sat in the chair watching reruns of Game of Thrones. The frequent images of blood on the TV screen made me smile, the memory of yesterday’s overwhelming orgasm making me bite my lip. Afterwards, Anderson had carried me upstairs and then proceeded to care for me in ways that made my heart still. He’d been so tender, his fingers digging deep into my tense muscles as he massaged my need for food away. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the orgasm he had given me had already seen to that, but his manipulation of my muscles had felt so good I’d let him carry on.
He’d whispered words of love to me without actually saying the three little words I longed to hear. I knew he felt guilty for taking me the way he had, and I’d tried in vain to settle his worries, insisting over and over that it had been my choice.
But he was a stubborn man, and he’d quickly silenced me by making love to me slowly and affectionately, his tenderness bringing an orgasm that hadn’t touched the formidable one I’d experienced only a couple of hours earlier. I didn’t think anything could touch that level again.
Red sighed, echoing my boredom. “You need a run, Red?” I asked quietly, not wanting to wake Robbie.
She shot up, her tail wagging happily with the word ‘run.’
“Come on then.”
She trotted behind me, following me through the kitchen and into the back garden. Trying to rid her pent up energy, she shot down the steps and disappeared into the darkness at the back of the long garden.