Page 94 of A Cruel Kindness

Soren pressed kisses in a line from my neck, up and over my jaw, to the corner of my mouth before he spoke again. “How would you like me to make it up to you, baby?”

He knew what I wanted, what we both wanted, but he was going to make me say it. When I paused for a heavy breath, even just for a second, he pulled back his hips from my core in punishment.

“I want to feel you,” I said, not even caring how pleading my tone sounded. “I need to feel you. Everywhere. Inside me. Please.”

I felt as needy as I sounded. This was such a mistake, waiting this long. I felt like I was going to die if even another second passed without getting what we both wanted.

Soren’s eyelids dropped in desire before he leaned over and nudged my nose with his own. His forehead touched mine, leaving our mouths a hairsbreadth apart as he said, “I am going,” he paused, swallowing thickly as if he needed to leash his control. “To fuck you.” Another slow, heaving breath as he paused to draw on strength. “Until we both forget our own names.” His words were a dark, hoarse promise.

One that he fulfilled a second later when his mouth surged forward to capture mine in a deep pull that I felt in my entire body. Everything started to happen very fast, then.

Soren lifted me off the wall, walking me blindly back into my room and shutting the door with a kick of his foot. I didn’t even care that the sound might be loud enough to alert the guards.

They could wait until we were done. I was through with interruptions.

Soren’s hand banded around my waist as he kneeled onto my bed, holding me to him as he rose over the sheets and set me down in the middle.

He pulled back just enough to roll me over onto my stomach, his mouth immediately attacking the sensitive spot right under my ear. His hand slid up my back, and I felt my Mark heat in every place his hand passed over.

That hand slid slowly up the trunk I knew was inked into my skin, then back down again to the strongest, thickest part where the hemline of my dress sat.

Soren’s fingers hooked under the seam, and then slashed down, tearing the thin laces apart.

The fabric of the dress loosened around me, enough I was sure it had fallen down below my ass. That thought was confirmed when a second later, Soren’s hand dropped to one side, raking his hand up and into me in a slow massage.

My breathing started to turn to heaves then, unable to feel him so close to where I truly needed him without feeling like I was going half insane.

“Soren, please,” I begged, bringing one hand back to tighten over his wrist and pause his movements.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, his voice velvet smooth. He moved his hand to my hip, beckoning me to turn over. Kneeling above me, fully clothed, Soren scrunched the fabric of my dress, exposing my chest to him.

His gaze heated as he looked down at me, his eyes never leaving my breasts as he pulled my dress down and off my legs, throwing it over his shoulder in a forgotten heap of fabric.

I brought my hands to his belt, taking it apart fast and flicking it over the side of the bed. Soren watched me with a small grin, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as I tackled his pants next.

By the time my hand dove under the band of his briefs to cup his hard length, he was only about halfway down his shirt. When my hand connected with his feverish skin, he stepped off the bed with a low growl, ripping his shirt over his head and discarding his pants and shoes quickly, his briefs following.

My mouth went dry when his cock bobbed up over his stomach.

I had no longer than a second to look at him before he lunged over me, pressing me firmly into the mattress.

“God, I have thought about doing this so many ways,” Soren said against my lips as his hand slid down my midriff and further down, dragging the waistband of my underwear with it. “But I think I’m going to start with you on your stomach.” My heart rate picked up in anticipation, painfully slamming against my chest.

I was so warm, I knew the evidence of my desire was clear.

“I want to see my Mark on you when I fill you,” Soren said, pushing me over to my stomach.

“What if I want to see mine on you?” I asked breathlessly, turning my head back to look at him.

He smiled wide. “In due time, baby.” His hands latched onto my hips, lifting them off the mattress. Soren leaned over my back as his hand drifted between my legs, slipping over my core.

The sound of pure pleasure Soren poured into my ear almost sent me over the edge. “You don’t want to wait anymore, do you?”

I shook my head furiously, needing to feel him right this second. Soren chuckled low, rising up behind me.

At the first brush of his length behind me, I bucked forward, feeling the Bond snap tight in my chest, pouring blissful warmth through me.

My mind went fuzzy at the first push of Soren inside me, my world turning upside down as he pushed into me in one, perfect stroke.