Page 74 of Sunsplitter

Just as devastating: the sight of Antal leaning over her as he worked, his hair a mess now that she’d clawed her hands through it. His neck, pale skin stained with her lipstick. Fangs glinted as his lips parted for a tight exhale.

He could end her here, and Fi would relish the defeat. With fingers trembling, she splayed her palm to his chest, savoring the weight of every muscle bearing down on her. She dragged her hand down the delicious V carved between his hips. Down to the hard root of him, where he buried himself inside her, so deep she could scream.

Fi should keep fighting.

But it was so.

Damn.

Hard.

Tothink straight.

The same for him, eyes glazed. His hand drifted across the soft of her belly.

Vulnerable.

Before he could flinch, Fi grabbed the belt beside her, looping it around his wrist.

Antal stilled, a lust-addled blink at his bound hand. His surprise let Fi flip him onto his back. She caught his free armas it swiped for her, lashing both wrists together then cinching the buckle taut. Fi pinned his hands above his head.

She rode his bucking hips, still full of his cock—a fight not to crumble as she settled into her straddling seat, the new angle even deeper than before. Fi moaned, but held fast.

Antal twisted his wrists against the restraints, straining every arm muscle to delicious tension. Scorching eyes looked up at her, wide and bright and probing.

From her perch, Fi smirked, breathless as she taunted, “What’s wrong, Antlers? Has no one ever tied you up before?”

He huffed, equally rough. “Two and a half centuries, Fionamara. You think I’m so unimaginative?” His eyes went lidded, a rock of hips as his tail swayed. “You surprise me, is all.”

Fool gave himself away, trying the same old trick on her.

When Antal’s tail tried to snare her neck, Fi snatched it with her free hand. Grip firm on the dexterous tip, she wound a length around her arm, immobilizing the thrashing weapon. He strained his wrists, but she kept her hold as he squirmed, her weight pinning his hips.

Fifinallyhad him.

Triumph blazed in her belly. She sat up as high as she dared, appraising the beast trapped beneath her as he snarled with all his teeth.

She wasn’t small. She wasn’t weak. She was as fierce as any daeyari.

“You want me?” Fi purred.

She watched him evaluate her—heard the surrender war in his breath.

“Always,” he whispered.

“Then be agood boy, and have me,” she commanded. “Like this.”

Desire and rebellion fought in the clamp of the immortal’steeth. His eyes sparked indignity at this insolent human—then a deeper glaze of worship, bound at her mercy.

He lifted his hips, pushing deeper into her.

Fi shuddered, the sheer delight of him filling her with a moan. He moved slowly, letting her feel every inch of his cock inside her, letting her tilt her hips to chase the perfect angle. The pressure in her core built to a maddening ache, demanding release.

“Give me my tail,” Antal rasped. “Please.”

Since he asked nicely. Fi unwound his tail from her arm, then gasped as it lashed around her waist. Constricting pressure closed across her belly and coiled beneath her breasts, leaving the tip to tease her throat. Leaving her hand free to stroke herself.

She arched her back at the flood of sensation. The peak within reach. Then—