A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #2)(131)

She didn’t have to. What sort of absolute fool would think I could find someone else like him in this lifetime? That I would want to? I didn’t care about securing his protection. I wanted his mark. I wanted to carry him with me into the next phase of my life so I’d have just a little bit of comfort when walking through hell.

I smacked my palm against his cheek then grabbed him by the back of the neck desperately, needing his body on me.

Like a dam bursting, suddenly he was all action—crushing a bruising kiss to my lips, pushing me back toward the bed, ripping at my clothes as I worked to shed his. With desperate, hurried movements, we stripped each other bare and fell onto the mattress. He ran his hand up the side of my thigh, over my hip, and palmed my breast, gliding his thumb across the hard peak.

I moaned into his mouth, pulling at his shoulders to get him closer. He settled his body on mine, his cock against my swollen, wet pussy, aching with need. His tongue swept through my mouth and then tangled with mine, his taste driving me wild.

I hooked my legs around his hips, groaning as his weight pushed against me. He dragged the tip of his cock down my wet folds, bracing himself at my opening. His kiss was deep and powerful, emotional.

He thrust into me, sheathing himself fully, and paused there for a moment, pushing his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, before pressing his hips onto mine. He pushed my hands above my head and entwined our fingers.

“I’ve wanted to do this since you stood up to me in the Royal Wood.”

He kissed me dominantly, dragged out his cock, and thrust it back in. I whimpered as he did it again, ramming into me. My eyes fluttered as I took in the sensations, gave myself to him body and soul.

The bed shook with his strong, powerful movements, stealing my focus until all I knew was his contact, his cock sliding in deep.

Magic rose around us. Power. It slithered across my skin and dragged a moan from my lips. Strummed my body.

Goosebumps covered my heated flesh, and my pussy clenched around him, pleasure building.

His kisses became fervent. He dragged his cock back and then slammed it home, knocking the bed against the wall. I cried out from the exquisite pleasure as more power built. I could feel his dragon doing the mental equivalent of pacing. Ready to finally dominate and mark his female.

My animal purred her delight, pumping more power into the bond. Tantalizing them. Teasing them.

Nyfain dragged his cock back, his lips pressed to mine, his power thrumming around us, and rammed it in. Slowly. Methodically. Again. Again. The only thing that existed was his touch against my fevered flesh.

The buildup was excruciating. I whimpered beneath him, clawing at him. Wanting it faster. More violent. Anything to stop this torturous build.

His hips moved in sure, powerful thrusts. They slapped off my skin. His cock drove in deep.

“Nyfain, no,” I said, not sure what I was responding to.

The magic around us increased. The pressure bore down.

“No, Nyfain, please. No—” I gritted my teeth against the tightness in my body. My hard nipples rubbed against his chest. The pressure ground down on top of us, overbearing and delicious.

“Nyfain.”

“This is why shifters fight before a claiming,” he said in a rough voice, not stopping in his pleasurable assault. “It’s easier to take when you have adrenaline to buffer you. Not for us, princess. We’re going to experience it in its raw form. We’re going to ride this until we are hoarse from coming.”

His hips slammed in again, and lava spread through me, blistering in its heat. Magic vibrated through the air, singing in my blood, scraping against my bones. His kiss took me away as his cock branded my body. I swung my hips up to meet his. I squeezed his waist with my legs. I shook my head from side to side, the pressure getting to be too much.

“Nyfain—”

And still the magic rose. It drove down through me. It spread fire across my skin.

His teeth dragged against my neck.

“Oh!” The rush of climax tore over me, my tight depths gripping him. He groaned, shuddering, coming inside me but not stopping.

He sucked at my neck, not breaking stride. Not speeding up, either. The light pain shivered across my sensitive skin, and another rush of sweet bliss washed over me. He lightly bit, and it happened again, the magic sending delicious pinpricks across my skin.

“Finley,” he said softly, dragging his teeth lower, his hips swinging down. This time, they didn’t stop when they hit me but instead pushed down harder, grinding his cock into me. “Finley,” he whispered again, his control clearly starting to ebb. Our animals threw power back and forth at each other, jubilant, wanting this more than anything.

“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, gripping his hands tightly, feeling a monumental moment approaching. “Yes, please!”

He rammed into me, grinding, and then pulled back and did it again. His movements came faster. His grunts of pleasure increased in volume. The bed rammed against the wall now.

He let go of my hands and braced his hands on my shoulders, pulling down as he thrust up, slamming into me. I cried out, taking so much of him, wanting more.

“Deeper,” I said, panting, my eyes fluttering, my mind lost to the sensation.

He pulled back, grabbed me by my hips, and flipped me. He yanked my ass up and slammed his cock into my cunt. I cried out. He drove down deep and snaked his fist into my hair. One hand gripping my hip, the fingers of his other hand curled in my hair, he rammed into me, the sounds of slick sex filling the air.