Page 877 of Coal Hearts

What I couldn’t do was bite her until she bled or spank her no-longer-bruised skin.

Her fingers landed on my back, tracing the nasty mess of scars.

Her legs snapped around my hips as I reached between us and guided myself to her scorching wet heat.

She gasped as I penetrated and groaned as I slid all the way home.

We lay there trembling, gasping as we returned to each other after being apart for so long.

And then, we began to move.

Slow at first.

A rocking, a claiming.

We kissed and licked and despite her fingers turning to claws on my back, deliberately granting pain to retaliate, I stayed kind.

Worshipping.

Our eyes caught as I looked down at her, flushed in my embrace. Knowing I was inside her. Feeling her all around me.

I couldn’t stop myself as I tipped her chin to the side and latched my mouth on her neck. I licked her scar and kissed her softly.

“Do it,” she groaned. “Bite me.”

I licked her again instead. I ignored the urge of all that darkness. I fell into lust, not cruelty.

I arched into her, taking her hard but devotedly.

She gasped as I thrust into her and moaned with frustration as I refused to go too far.

The bed tapped against the wall with our every rock.

“Henri...please.”

Her plea was too similar to my dreams when she refused to wake up.

I withdrew and plunged back inside her. “Here. Have me. Take every piece.”

Her hands landed on my ass, pulling me harder against her. “You’re holding back.”

“Ily, stop.” I groaned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Even if I beg?”

My blood heated with black. “Especially if you beg.” I captured her mouth and kissed her. Shutting her up. Silencing her temptation.

My pace increased until our hearts thundered, and the sounds of sex echoed around us.

This wasn’t just missionary. Despite my attempts at being kind, threads of dominion worked its way between us.

I used her all while loving her.

She fought me all while staying quiet.

Having her here. Being inside her.

Fuck, I reached that pinnacle far too quickly.