Page 131 of Theta

A third time, harder. I whimper, now.

"Killy," I breathe. "Let go."

He shakes his head, panting and growling. "Can't."

"Why?"

"I'm…I'm fucking crazed, baby. I don't wanna hurt you."

“You won't." I roll my hips against him. "Killy?" I whisper in his ear.

“Yeah?"

"Ruin me."

He groans, grips both of my ass cheeks in his hands, and pulls me against him, and then relaxes back…pauses, and thrusts into me, once—hard.

"FUCK!" I cry. "YES!"

My involuntary response is the push he needed to totally let go.

He thrusts again, harder, and now our bodies meet with a wet squelch and a loud slap of skin on skin, and Killian's grunt of ecstatic exertion is hot in my ear. I push up to brace my hands on his chest, lean forward over him, breasts draped against his chest, and I sink backward, meet his thrust.

His grunt is soft, now, ragged and shaken. "Story!”

"Give it to me, baby," I whisper. "All of you. Let go. Come inside me. Fill me."

He grips the bend of my hips and drives into me, pulls back immediately, and gives me another hard thrust. "Oh god, Story. Oh god. Oh god."

"You're close?" I ask in a whisper.

"Yes, god yes. I’m so fucking close."

"Go, baby!" I sink back to impale myself on him, crying out shrill and wild as he meets me, pounding into me so hard and fast my whole body jerks forward. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, Killy. Don’t slow down, baby. Keep fucking me. Fuck me hard!"

"Like this?"

It's slow at first.

"No," I whimper. "Harder."

He increases the force of his thrusts. "This?"

We're moving together, now. I rock back to meet him, wailing as each thrust sends me higher, makes my core tighter, makes me quake and clench and spasm. "YES!" I cry. “More!"

"Ah fuck, baby," he pants, fucking harder, faster, and this time he doesn't pause but sets a savage, dominating rhythm, his heels drawn up, hands gripping my ass, hips pistoning with punishing perfection. "This is how you want it?"

He grips my ass and holds me in place, pulls me open for himself and ravages me with an onslaught of thrusts as fast and as hard as he possibly can, and I let my upper half collapse onto him and push my ass back and wail and weep with ecstasy as Killian finally, finally, relinquishes the last of his restraint.

"YES!" I scream. "Don't stop, Killy! Don't stop. Don’t ever stop fucking me—just—like—that!”

An orgasm detonates within me, all at once and without buildup or warning. One second I'm taking the fucking of my life, and the next I'm flung to the farthest corner of heaven, white heat crashing through me, pulsations of glory shattering me from the inside out, and I take every one of Killian's mad, wild thrusts with a louder, sharper, more breathless scream, and each one takes me higher and then I can't even scream anymore, can't breathe, can’t cry, can only shake and take him and come, wave after wave after wave of orgasmic bliss tearing me apart and wrenching my soul open so Killy can pour his love into me.

At some point, his mouth finds mine and we don’t exactly kiss, but rather fuse our mouths and breathe and move madly together, and now I feel him reach the edge. I feel his balls pulse and his cock throb, his muscles lock and his thrusts stutter. I take over, push him down and ride him. I fuck him, then. I take him for my own, take his orgasm. Rip it out of him. Devour it. Bury it in the corners of my soul—the sounds, the beauty, the abandon, the wilding bliss, the mutual possession.

It triggers yet another of my own, but I don’t stop fucking him through it—I can't. I come around him and feel him go still and tense, and he shouts wordlessly, loud enough that my ears ring, and he arches off the bed, and I writhe on him, ride him, crush down onto his cock and take him as deep as he can go and roll my hips to take him and take him and take him.

Oh fuck yes—there it is: now he comes in me.