He grunts as his cock slides home, as his hips hit mine. His jaw is tight. His eyes are blazing. “Your rules…” I suck in a breath. “What about all of your rules?”
I’m not supposed to be looking at him. I’m supposed to be on my knees.
“Rules are made to be broken, Nia,” he practically whispers. His mouth is so close to mine.
I don’t know how I feel about this. I was upset before when he treated me like a Kitty. Like one of many. This doesn’t feel right either. “But—”
“We need to break this bond, which means we may need to break a few rules.” He pulls back and then slides in. “Are you okay with that?”
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
It does make sense. “Yes,” I finally murmur. “I guess that makes sense.” My heart is beating fast at the prospect. I’m not sure if it’s because the idea has me excited or afraid. Probably a little of both.
He starts to move. Slow and easy. I see pleasure flare in his eyes, which are on mine. This feels like a whole lot of something. Like more than it should be. His eyes are on my mouth now as he begins to move a little faster and with a lot more purpose.
Jesus and all the saints. Holy mother of… I’m already close to coming. My legs are shaking with the need.
Rage’s eyes are still on my lips. I think he’s going to—
“Love! Love!” I yell. I sound a touch panicked as I shout the safe word we agreed on just yesterday.
He doesn’t just stop. He pulls out. “Are you okay?” He’s still holding me in his arms. “Did I do something wrong?” He’s frowning heavily.
“No…yes…it looked like you were going to…” It seems stupid now. “…um…kiss me.” There needs to be a line. A firm line. Kissing would mean crossing that line.
I won’t do it!
He snorts. “I wasn’t. I wouldn’t.” His voice is deep and guttural. “We can stop now if you want. I can turn you around and—”
“No…that’s fine. I just think that the ‘no kissing’ rule should probably stay in place.”
“I agree.” He snorts in a way that makes me feel silly for thinking he wanted to kiss me in the first place.
“I’ll take that orgasm now.”
He smiles for half a second and then rubs on my clit while he slides back inside me. It’s like he never left. Or maybe I never want him to leave. Maybe sometime in the future, I could call Rage up for a hook-up. I think that’s what they call them in this country. Hook-ups. As I think that thought, I realize it would never work. I’m panting. My hands are on his shoulders.
His cock is pushing in and out. That coiling is happening. Inside me. In my belly. My skin is feeling tight. My body hot. Rage doesn’t move too quickly. His thrusts are slow and deep.
His eyes…it’s his eyes. So intense. It’s the lust, the desire, the pleasure in their depths that has me spiraling out of control. It’s a slow build and then a slow yet powerful release. My hands close on his shoulders as my channel begins to spasm. My mouth drops open, and then I’m groaning his name. My orgasm seems to go on and on and on. My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed. I’m making these soft, keening noises as I come down.
Rage turns off the water. He holds me against him. His still-hard cock is inside me. He walks into the bedroom.
He grabs a condom off the dresser. He must have put them there when we came into the bedroom earlier. I didn’t notice.
Then he’s sitting on the bed, I’m on his lap. He pulls out on a low grunt and is rolling a condom over his impressive length. “Ride me, Nia,” he says. There’s a shyness about the way he says it that has my heart racing, “I would really love it if you sat on my dick. You decide how hard or soft…fast or slow…I want you to take what you want from me.”
I’ve never done anything like this. Gaire always had full control. It was always him taking what he wanted.
Despite my orgasm, I feel a zing, and my clit tightens. “No rules,” I whisper.
“No rules.” He shakes his head, drops of water are running down his face and chest. He is magnificent. From his eyes to his wide shoulders and impressive abs.
“What about your dagger?” I ask, “Don’t you need it?” I saw him unstrap his blade back in the bathroom. It’s still there.
“I don’t need it,” he says. “I have you.”
“You have me?” I frown. I’m not sure what he means. “I thought you needed to feel pain to come. That you needed to bleed?”
“A person can bleed in more ways than one, Nia.”
I’m still not sure what he means. “I won’t hurt you,” I tell him as he puts his hands on my hips, lifting me up.
“Don’t be too sure.” He smiles. He looks sad for a moment, and then it’s gone. Rage thrusts into me from below. Once again, I’m shocked to my core. How can this feel so good? So right? And so soon.
His finger is on my clit. His eyes are on mine. My breasts jerk and shake with each thrust. “Nia,” he whispers my name. His eyes are taking me in. Like he can’t get enough. Like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. His hands are touching me everywhere. My breasts, my nipples. My back. My sex.
I arch my back and rock into him. I open up to him. I feel him…deep inside. It doesn’t take long, and I am tumbling over the edge. Rage is with me. His jaw tightens as he groans, his whole body goes rigid. His hands close over my hips. His eyes are still on mine. This feels too much like a moment. Too much like something it can never be. I look away. I close my eyes. I close my heart. Gaire needs to die today. This needs to be over. I need to move on.
Rage is wrapping his arms around me. He’s burying his face in my chest. He’s still moving. It’s suffocating. I need air. I pull away, pushing at his chest. “I need to clean up,” I mumble. “I need…” to get away. I get up and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I lean back against the cool wood. I can’t seem to catch my breath, and it has nothing to do with just having exerted myself.
I wash my face with water. I almost don’t recognize myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed. I have this look about me that I can’t put my finger on. I can’t have sex with Rage again. If the bond is still too heavily in place, I will need to find someone else. I’ve never been one to sleep around, but if it’s what I need to do to break this bond, then it’s how it has to be. It can’t be Rage. It can never be Rage again. It’s too dangerous for me to be with him.
I feel marginally better now that I’ve made a decision. It feels right. Whatever is happening between Rage and I feels very, very wrong. I need my independence. I need it more than I need anything else right now. I need to be me.
I splash my face one more time, using a towel to dry off. Then I go back into the bedroom, stopping in my tracks. Rage is gone. I think I catch a whiff of ozone.
No!
No!
No!
I grab Rage’s shirt at my feet. It’s the closest thing to me. I pull it on as I run out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I shout Jarrod’s name at the top of my lungs, almost falling down the last few steps.