Page 44 of Night Fall
She took him in her hands, and he swore he saw paradise. Her touch weakened him, made him tremble as he thrust into her small hands. His beautiful mate angled her hips, planning on guiding him inside, but he grabbed her and stopped her. His fingers ran over her stomach, and he heard her breath hitch. Then he slid down, flittering over her pubic hair until he reached her clit. He wanted her to enjoy this, wanted her to know that she was his priority, even if he could barely contain himself from ramming inside her.
Her hips undiluted beneath him, circling, taking the pleasure he gave. His fingers traveled lower, trailed her pussy lips then dipped inside. She shuddered and arched at the intrusion, and he groaned in satisfaction. She was so wet, so ready for him.
“Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me. I need you, Erik.”
How could he deny her? How, when she said his name so beautifully, when she begged so perfectly?
Erik lifted his mouth from her neck. He licked the blood from the spot, and she shivered. He braced himself on one hand to look down at her. Her eyes were dilated, the dark olive orbs so close to black, glowing as she watched him. Her mouth was parted, each breath shorter than the last. He grasped his cock and guided it to her entrance, ran the tip between her pussy lips to coat it in her wetness, and he watched as her mouth opened wider and she moaned for him. Her eyes flickered from his face down to his cock, and she bit her lip. It made him grin, but the smile died on his face when he couldn’t remember her name. He knew her in his soul, felt the love he had for her that was as deep and vast as the ocean, but his couldn’t remember a single thing about her, and he refused to take her that way.
Erik opened his mouth to speak but found his throat dry at the notion of asking her a question that was sure to hurt her, even if he knew he had to. He licked his lips and finally said, “Will you tell me your name?”
Her eyes flew to his. Sadness filled her gaze, but she smiled at him regardless. “Mya.”
“Mya,” he said, and the name felt so right slipping off his tongue. He swallowed the weight of unknown emotions, and they wrapped around his heart and squeezed. “I’m sorry I—”
“I know you don’t remember.” She slid her hand to his cheek, cupping it with her palm.
“But how?”
“I know the woman who helped you erase the memories. She’s safe now, but she told me what she did, that you asked her to remove your memories to protect me and my family.”
He remembered Johanna, bloody and used and flayed open in so many ways that they had to stitch her back together. Erik was happy to know she was safe, to know that she was with the wonderful woman beneath him. Mya had saved his life, activating their mate bond to cure him of the curse that sapped his strength and removed the nutrients he needed from blood. And this beautiful woman, his mate, the person who his heart was beating so strongly for, deserved better than a rough fuck against a cave floor.
He moved to get off her, but she wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Mya—”
“No,” she said even as her voice shook. “Please, no. We have spent years, centuries waiting for the perfect time. I swore that when I found you, we would never wait again, and I would make sure we took advantage of every moment we had together. Please,” she whispered, “you left me once. Do not leave me now.”
He said her name on a sigh. His fingers brushed the wetness away from her cheek, leaving a small trail of dirt on her skin. “You deserve better than this.”
“What I do or don’t deserve isn’t important. What I want is,” she said, cupping his face.
The way she looked up at him as if he was her whole world was undeniable, and his heart screamed in agreement with her. They had waited too long, too many years, and they needed to finally take the opportunity they had to be together.
He sighed again. She was dangerous because he knew with absolute certainty that he would never be able to refuse her. Erik shifted, settled the weight of his body on top of hers again, and growled, “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she moaned, arching her back as he ground his pelvis against her clit.
“Then I will give you all of me, all you could ever desire. Now watch me slide my cock into you. Watch how perfectly you take me.”
She whimpered at his words. Once more he trailed her entrance with his cock before he slipped the head inside. They both gasped. She arched her back and he watched her every movement: the way she swallowed, the way her hands fisted his biceps as he slid into her. His pace was excruciating slow, but a constant thrust forward, until he felt a small bit of resistance.
His eyes widened. “Mya—”
She planted her feet on the ground and lifted her hips, squeezing the walls of her pussy around him, and he couldn’t resist thrusting forward. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and yet she kept pushing against him. He thrust until he was halfway inside her and had to grind his teeth to keep himself from moving or coming right there on the spot.
“You were…” he bit out, panting.
She nodded frantically, licked her lips, and then she smiled up at him brilliantly. “Yes, I was, and now I’m yours.”
He snarled and gripped her hips hard as he slid out of her. “You are mine. Only mine,” he said, and then he thrust into her.
Her nails bit into his back as he kept sliding deeper. She cried out his name, and the sound of it leaving her mouth only made him want to fuck her harder so he could hear it again and again. He pushed at her thighs, keeping her spread wide for him until he was fully seated and surrounded by the warmth of her pretty little cunt.
Erik pulled out and thrust back in, and then he did it again and again. The way he felt inside of her was indescribable; so deep, so strong that if he died tomorrow, he would be a happy man. But when she said his name, when she squeezed him and tried to wrap herself around him just to keep him inside her, brought him to the peak of euphoria.
Each thrust was stronger, harder, deeper, his need to never be without her mounting until it fully took him over. He needed to bury himself inside her, he needed to feel her coat his cock with her come while he shot his own within her. His feelings went beyond need, beyond desire, beyond a craving; it was pure, endless madness.
