Goddamn, those noises she made; the moans and groans and hungry little whimpers that were far too deeply wanting to really be called such a feeble thing. Each one was like an extra shot of adrenaline to his system, racing through his bloodstream like a flame to alcohol and so swiftly taking him over. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, against his sunken skin, made his breath quick and shallow as though they’d already reached the climax of their first round, or second. Or third.
Fuck, he couldn’t even think.
She threw more fire into him as she pushed her body against his, chasing out a helpless groan from his throat. They hadn’t even begun and he was already gone, already lost in their erotic madness, already hers. He tried to say her name again, only got as far as the first syllable, Diz-- before it was cut off with a gasp as her lips finally, finally brushed against that perfectly sensitive place.
So slowly, she moved, bringing back all the perfect details of when they’d made love, when he’d taken her so slow and deep and watched her fight it, try to claw her way back to something more familiar, something wilder, something safer. And then watched her succumb to it, surrender to it, to him, and meet him in the middle of that uncertain fear, in their shared vulnerability as he opened himself so bare for her, gave her all of him. Every piece of him she was missing.
The darkness and cruelty, she knew. The tender passion, she learned.
God, and then the heat of her tongue followed that agonizing tease, dragged another groan from him as she dragged across his flesh, tasted the salt of his dark skin, lapped up that scent that was his alone. His muscles were bunched and taut, panting and trembling as he fought so hard to hold still, to not launch himself at her and take everything he wanted. Give everything she wanted. Shaking, quaking, when all he wanted was to launch himself at her, slam into her and fuck her so good.
He breathed her name between gasps, Diz-- Ohhh --Diz, moaned as she trailed down his neck, over and between his armor, tasted the sensitive edge of his ruptured skin. If she hadn’t learned how strongly that simple touch could affect him before now, she certainly learned today. Because he couldn’t take it anymore. His body ached, his heart was nearly exploding, his blood running so fast and so hot. God, and he could smell her, the heady scent of her sex; knew what it tasted like, what it felt like wrapped around him. His skin was pulled so tight, and it fucking hurt, he throbbed with the pressure and he just couldn’t take it anymore.
”Dov,” she groaned, pushing herself against him again and driving him further over the edge. ”Touch me”.
Oh he was going to do so much more than that.
Dizzy, his voice was as hard and desperate as he was as he locked their eyes, a roaring fire and unyielding purpose in his, heart slamming against his chest. It was good that she wanted it too. Because he was taking it. There was no escaping this, not for either of them. I need you, he whispered, his gaze sliding to her body before him, feeding off every detail, every intoxicating contour, so hungry. Starving. The last time they did this was so controlled, so methodical and sweet. She wouldn’t get that this time, not yet. This time, he could only pretend he had any control. He’d lost any grip on that when he saw her, when they’d kissed, when she touched him.
He grabbed her, shifted her roughly in urgent need as he rose above her. He only waited long enough to find her eyes again before he pushed inside her, rocked to coat himself and wake all the right aches in her, hear her scream and moan. This was a lot closer to what she was used to from him, and yet it was still so different. No vicious, hateful bites tearing apart her beautiful flesh. No Zoryn joining in with his own sexy madness. Just the two of them. And it meant something, he made sure of it. You’re mine, Dizzy. You’re Mine. He made his point with the force of each thrust, claimed her and claimed her again. Mine. My Dizzy..
God, but she felt so good, too good. She’d driven him so close already before even starting and it wasn’t long before he had to slow, had to still.
But she was lost in this blissful madness with him, and fought the inaction with her own rhythmic movements. He groaned and tried to hold her. God, not yet! Shhh, Dizzy baby. Be still, he crooned to her, dipping his head to kiss and taste her damp, salty skin, running his tongue along her. Be still. I’m not done with you yet, he promised darkly, waiting out the high a few moments longer, coming down from it just enough.
Then she got the slow and sensual again, the deep rocks against her as he bathed her in kisses and affection. Adoration. He built her up, made love to her and took her higher and higher. He didn’t stop even when she cried out in her ecstasy, soaking in the sound of her, the feel of her, the look in her beautiful face. He didn’t stop, kept them going, felt her rise to meet a new pace, a new perfect rhythm, rode the waves of passion with her until they came together. Until they collapsed together, and he held her.
He’d never slept so soundly, his breathing so deep and his heartbeat steady and strong. He didn’t even feel the bone plates shoving uncomfortably beneath him as they always did. Didn’t feel anything but… peace, for once. Serenity. He woke up with glow inside him he could never deserve, a radiant calm, as though living in a dream state. A different reality. Infinite, black eyes found her lying next to him, so tranquil and still, and he settled closer, kissed her in her sleep before sinking into blissful unconsciousness again.
Fuck away the pain. Erase him from your brain.
Fake it like you love me, come on baby touch me.
