“Does the fight get you hot too?” I asked, my lips brushing against her neck and making her shiver.
“Yes,” she admitted and I could feel how heavily her breaths were coming as her back pressed to my blood spattered chest.
“Keep your left hand steady,” I instructed, lowering our speed a little more as I took my left hand from the handlebars and moved it to her waist. The bike swerved predictably and she gasped as she fought to straighten it.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how much I enjoyed our date.” I found the button on her pants and popped it open before sliding her fly open too.
“Kyan,” she breathed in warning but she was panting now and I knew that ache. The high of the fight. She wanted this release as badly as I wanted to give it to her.
“You can give me the orders if it makes you feel better about it,” I purred as my fingers teased the top edge of her panties.
It was damn hard to keep an eye on the road, but it was hot as fuck too and I wasn’t stopping unless she told me to.
Her silence echoed between us, the growl of my bike the only sound to be heard.
“Tell me if you want me to, baby,” I pressed, my stubble grazing against her neck and making her shiver.
“Fuck,” she cursed like she’d always known she’d end up here and had been hoping she could avoid it. But we both knew she couldn’t. We’d been dancing around each other since we’d first laid eyes on one another. And she might hate me, but she wanted me too.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Touch me.”
I growled at her order, more than happy to follow it as I pushed my hand inside her panties, my fingers gliding down until they met with her hot, wet pussy and I was groaning again.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you at my mercy like this?” I asked as I circled my fingers around her opening, stroking her clit slowly and savouring the way she shivered against me.
She was completely immobilised as she fought to keep the bike straight, her thighs parted over the saddle and her ass grinding against my dick. She couldn’t move at all. She was mine. And for once I could tell she wanted to be.
“Stop teasing me, Kyan,” she panted as I circled my fingers again and I smiled at her command as I pushed two fingers deep inside of her. I had big hands and I knew exactly how to use them to pull her limb from limb.
Tatum moaned as I pumped my fingers and the bike swerved as she fought to maintain control of it. We were only going at about fifty now, but it would still hurt like a bitch if we fell.
“Keep us steady, baby,” I reminded her just as I my thumb found her clit and I started circling in time with my thrusts.
She rocked her hips as she moaned, her body tightening around me as I kept up the torment, owning every piece of her in that moment.
“More,” she ordered. “Fuck, Kyan-”
I moved faster and my dick chaffed against my fly as it ached to join in. I wanted to pull over and fuck her over the handlebars until we both forgot our names, but I wasn’t going to. She wasn’t ready for that yet. She needed to take something from me now, not give it.
The bike swerved more violently and my heart leapt as I teased her clit, circling it perfectly so that her moans drowned out the sound of the engine.
“More,” she demanded again and I growled as I moved my hand harder, my mouth dropping to her neck as I kissed and bit her, sucking hard enough to give her a hicky.
The dark road stretched away ahead of us and it was damn hard to keep my eyes on it. My gaze kept dipping to take in the view down her shirt as she leaned back against me and I was gifted a view of that lace bra as her nipples strained through the thin layers of material. I wanted to release my grip on the right handlebar too and touch her more and I would have done it if I wasn’t sure she’d have us in a ditch within seconds.
I kept moving my fingers in that perfect rhythm and she rocked her hips into the movement, riding my hand as she moaned and demanded more.
I didn’t think I’d ever denied myself like this before, given something like this and gotten so damn much in return without her so much as stroking my cock. The Night Keeper stuff may have all been bullshit and perhaps her swearing on some fucking rock that she belonged to us was a load of shit too. But it didn’t feel like it. This right here felt like owning her in the best way, like a zealot owning their goddess through worship. Because that was the only way I could ever truly claim to own her – by making her want to be mine with every inch of her being. And the more time I spent with her, the more the darkness in me wanted that too.
Her moans were getting louder, more demanding as I pumped and teased, drawing her to the very edge of ecstasy and holding her there, teetering on the edge.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” I growled, pushing my fingers in as deep as they’d go and making her cry out yet again.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her body quivering against me as I kept my fingers deep and circled my thumb more forcefully.
“Say it, baby,” I demanded, wanting her to admit it in a real way just in this moment. She could feed me bullshit every other time I asked but right here and now, I really did own her and I wanted her to admit it.
“I’m yours,” she gasped, and the demon in me liked that a whole lot.
Her hips rocked on my fingers urgently and I gave her what she ached for as I upped my speed again, working her body into a frenzy as she moaned and panted for me, lost to the sensations I was delivering to her.
“You know what I realised tonight?” I asked her, my mouth grazing her neck as she parted her thighs even wider than the bike required, wanting me to have all the access I needed and more. “You’re an animal just like me. You’re wild and dirty and just a little bit ruined. And I don’t just want to play at owning you anymore. I want you shackled and tethered to me, I want you chained and bound in blood and beyond. And I want you to want it. I’m going to make you want to be mine, Tatum. You’ll want it so bad it will burn you up from the inside out and when the two of us dive into that fire, it’ll burn hotter than the deepest pits of hell.”
“Kyan,” she moaned and I wasn’t sure if she was even lucid enough to understand what I was saying to her as I built the pleasure in her body to breaking point. I could feel her getting tighter as I kept pumping and circling, bliss dancing closer and closer to her as she gave herself to me.
“Tell me you want it, baby,” I offered, my own muscles flexing as I could feel her orgasm building through every single place where her body touched mine.
“Yes,” she gasped breathlessly. “I want it. I want you.”
I groaned against her neck and tasted her sweet flesh beneath my tongue as I pressed my thumb down on her clit and she cried out as pleasure lit her body alight and she shattered against me.
The bike lurched to the left and I snatched my hand from her panties as I grabbed it again, righting us just before we could crash.
She tipped her head back against my shoulder, panting against me and I couldn’t resist biting that sweet spot at the base of her neck so that she cried out again, the pain of my teeth sinking into her skin enhancing the pleasure I’d given her.
“Fuck,” she panted and I laughed darkly as I ripped the throttle back again, the bike pulling up into a wheelie and making her scream for me. Yeah, I could get real used to owning this wild girl.