She stole his breath, her lips trailing so gently up his neck. Her touch was almost hesitant, and she should be. She should be afraid of what she'll unleash. She knew him better than this.
His heart raced and he held still for her, savoring every slightest touch of her lips on his skin. She knew better, she had to know better. She'd always turned him down. Why now would she choose to let him in? Because her walls were down. Because she didn't know better.
"Dovev."
A plea. A demand.
It was both that he answered to. Like a gun firing, he went from still to sudden movement. Before her next breath, he had her shoved roughly to the ground and pinned firmly beneath him. He had always assumed by her endless confidence in everything that she did that she'd had more experience, that she'd done this plenty of times with a few someones more attractive than he ever could be again. But he knew. He knew that she didn't know what she'd been missing out on with all those damn refusals.
She'd learn it now.
"Dagger," he growled, his voice gruff with desire, pressing his weight on her, burying his lips at her throat with ravenous kisses. So goddamn long she'd let this build up inside him. So damn long he hadn't spent it on anyone else. Pent up and aching. She'd have to pay for her mistakes now. He told her so with his body, another growling kiss on her neck as he pushed against her, hard and ready, digging into the soft of her belly, fully prepared to give her the best punishment she'd been earning for so long now.
Maybe had he known of her inexperience he'd have gone sweeter on her. Maybe.
But not entirely likely. His gentleness was for the strongest, only seen by anyone that survived him. The worthy. They had to walk through the fires of his hell before they could be cleansed in his rain. His life brought nothing but pain and danger, and he'd need to be sure he had a partner that could bear it, stand strong. Want all of his bad - there was so much of it - along with his little bit of good. Even when it's just sex.
Maybe Heartfire could.
He put more than just his weight on her, bearing down on her completely as he pulled back enough to stare down in her face, caging her in against the earth and hoping it hurt her. He wanted the fight, wanted to feel her squirm beneath him, wanted to see at least a hint of fear in her gorgeous blue eyes as she struggled against him. God, he craved it. Needed it so badly. Nothing came easy with him. Fight me!
He'd never been big on warnings, and she waived her last chance to back out now. He was on and there was no off switch. He wouldn't stop until he had her.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
