do they know how much you want this?”
Punishment. She almost laughed. The forms of discipline her uncles favored were not so subtle. “I don’t…”
Hard fingers flexed into soft skin. “I know that you’re shamed by me.” His big hands shifted around to cover her ass, lifting her, splitting her legs. He drove his hips forward into the gap. “And I know that you want me.”
She didn’t bother to correct Gabriel this time. She didn’t want a conversation. She didn’t want to know his thoughts, not really. She wanted his body. She wanted to hold on to the illusion a little bit longer—that he really was brave and noble hearted. A warrior worthy of her respect. Someone she could trust. She was afraid of what she would find when she really came to know him. She was afraid to let him know her.
Stupid really. She’d always been alone. She’d never been able to trust anyone and it had never bothered her before.
Gabriel pinned her to the wall with his weight and one of his hands left her body. She heard the metallic rip of his zipper then his hand was back to steady her. The head of his cock prodded her and she arched her back from the wall to guide him. He grunted when he found the right angle, caught her mouth with his own and heaved himself up inside her. The cut on her lip reopened and she tasted blood.
His head came up and he stared down at her, mouth slack, eyes narrowed. He drove deep and held himself there. “You can’t lie to me. I can see the desire in your eyes—your pupils long and narrow. I can smell the spice of it on your skin. I can feel it. You’re wet and hot and ready for me to pound into you.” To prove his point, he pulled out in a slow, sweet glide and then moved just as slowly back in. A soft broken moan escaped her and he grinned. “Your body wants me. You want me. A mutant. How do you feel about that, Silveira?”
Right now she felt pretty fine about it. Before she could tell him, she heard the sound of footsteps followed by a muffled curse. She knew that noises echoed strangely in these tunnels. That voice could be coming from a mile above them or a foot away from the tunnel’s mouth. She jerked her head to the side but there was no one there.
“Afraid they’ll come storming down that tunnel and find us here—me pumping between your spread thighs while you howl with pleasure. We could stop now.” He pulsed against her, teasing her, drawing out her wetness, moving so fucking gently it was driving her insane.
“Stop?” she wailed. “You haven’t begun.” She dug her nails into his shoulders to shift against him but he held her hips down.
She snarled at him but he only smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “You’re right. There’s no time. We should leave while we still can.”
“We’d have time if you would just move.” Iada glared at him. He was enjoying this, the bastard. His eyes gleamed triumphantly and his mouth was tilted in an arrogant smirk. He knew exactly what she wanted and he was purposefully holding it just out of her reach. Did he want her to beg? She wondered what had changed his mood. After the fight, he’d thanked her and the warm look in his eyes had made her turn away, flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. Now he was angry. She thought that for a moment he’d forgotten who she was and this was his way of reminding them both.
He started to withdraw but she clung to him. Letting out a shaky laugh, he stood upright and she pitched forward. “Work for it, then,” he dared her. “If you don’t like my pace, you can set your own.”
She did. Her muscles were strong, honed by years of intense training, but she was working against gravity and he wasn’t helping her. She gripped his hips with her thighs and flexed her body, tilting her hips back and then driving down, sliding all the way to the base. She let herself rest there suspended by his cock lodged deep inside her. Then she pulled herself up again, using those broad
Punishment. She almost laughed. The forms of discipline her uncles favored were not so subtle. “I don’t…”
Hard fingers flexed into soft skin. “I know that you’re shamed by me.” His big hands shifted around to cover her ass, lifting her, splitting her legs. He drove his hips forward into the gap. “And I know that you want me.”
She didn’t bother to correct Gabriel this time. She didn’t want a conversation. She didn’t want to know his thoughts, not really. She wanted his body. She wanted to hold on to the illusion a little bit longer—that he really was brave and noble hearted. A warrior worthy of her respect. Someone she could trust. She was afraid of what she would find when she really came to know him. She was afraid to let him know her.
Stupid really. She’d always been alone. She’d never been able to trust anyone and it had never bothered her before.
Gabriel pinned her to the wall with his weight and one of his hands left her body. She heard the metallic rip of his zipper then his hand was back to steady her. The head of his cock prodded her and she arched her back from the wall to guide him. He grunted when he found the right angle, caught her mouth with his own and heaved himself up inside her. The cut on her lip reopened and she tasted blood.
His head came up and he stared down at her, mouth slack, eyes narrowed. He drove deep and held himself there. “You can’t lie to me. I can see the desire in your eyes—your pupils long and narrow. I can smell the spice of it on your skin. I can feel it. You’re wet and hot and ready for me to pound into you.” To prove his point, he pulled out in a slow, sweet glide and then moved just as slowly back in. A soft broken moan escaped her and he grinned. “Your body wants me. You want me. A mutant. How do you feel about that, Silveira?”
Right now she felt pretty fine about it. Before she could tell him, she heard the sound of footsteps followed by a muffled curse. She knew that noises echoed strangely in these tunnels. That voice could be coming from a mile above them or a foot away from the tunnel’s mouth. She jerked her head to the side but there was no one there.
“Afraid they’ll come storming down that tunnel and find us here—me pumping between your spread thighs while you howl with pleasure. We could stop now.” He pulsed against her, teasing her, drawing out her wetness, moving so fucking gently it was driving her insane.
“Stop?” she wailed. “You haven’t begun.” She dug her nails into his shoulders to shift against him but he held her hips down.
She snarled at him but he only smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “You’re right. There’s no time. We should leave while we still can.”
“We’d have time if you would just move.” Iada glared at him. He was enjoying this, the bastard. His eyes gleamed triumphantly and his mouth was tilted in an arrogant smirk. He knew exactly what she wanted and he was purposefully holding it just out of her reach. Did he want her to beg? She wondered what had changed his mood. After the fight, he’d thanked her and the warm look in his eyes had made her turn away, flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. Now he was angry. She thought that for a moment he’d forgotten who she was and this was his way of reminding them both.
He started to withdraw but she clung to him. Letting out a shaky laugh, he stood upright and she pitched forward. “Work for it, then,” he dared her. “If you don’t like my pace, you can set your own.”
She did. Her muscles were strong, honed by years of intense training, but she was working against gravity and he wasn’t helping her. She gripped his hips with her thighs and flexed her body, tilting her hips back and then driving down, sliding all the way to the base. She let herself rest there suspended by his cock lodged deep inside her. Then she pulled herself up again, using those broad
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