Demon Forged

the tips of her heaving breasts with his teeth, his fingers. Anchoring herself with her hands flat on the table, she arched and lost herself in the rapture of his touch, his heated tongue. Had he truly thought he might not satisfy her? He only had to look at her, and she ignited.
    “You are mad, Olek.”
    “So I have told you.” He brought his face to hers. She read the tortured need in his eyes, but more lurked there, a ravenous predator waiting in the darkness. “And when I do this, Irena, I have no hope left of sanity.”
    She looked down as the broad head of his shaft parted her cleft. They both groaned as she took him in, but she was the one to whimper when he drew back again. She glanced up. Olek’s teeth were clenched, his body trembling with effort, his gaze locked on her face. He stroked forward again.
    And she saw. Yes, Olek had been burning. Too hot. But he hadn’t wanted to repeat Caelum; he hadn’t wanted to take her in a frenzy. And now he tormented them both by containing that heat. Slowly, he pushed deeper. Pleasure rippled outward from her core, tiny waves that tightened nerves, muscles, and skin in their wake, but she held herself still, held his gaze as her slick inner walls gave way to his invasion.
    When he’d breached her to the hilt, she whispered, “You are mine.”
    Fierce possession exploded through his psychic scent. He pulled at her legs, hooking her knees over his hips, forcing his cock deeper. Pleasure stabbed through her, a sweet blade. Irena’s elbows gave out and she fell back, flat against the table. Olek leaned in, braced his hands beside her shoulders. His gaze skimmed down her length, lingering on her arms, her breasts, and finally, where they were joined. She could tell that everything he saw pleased him.
    When he looked back at her, the challenge in his eyes was unmistakable. “We will see who belongs to whom.”
    She grinned up at him and tensed, ready to hold out against a hard fucking, but he came into her again in a liquid surge, a fluid roll of his hips. Her throat captured her surprised cry. He rocked into her again. Her hands scraped at the table, then clamped on his arms when his next surge pushed her along the smooth surface. He dragged her back to the edge, back over his cock, and the slippery heat of her arousal made each stroke a luscious glide, the wetness heightening the overwhelming sensation of every thick inch stretching and pushing within.
    Deliberately, she tightened her inner muscles around his shaft, and gasped as that intimate clench set off tiny spasms through her core. Olek’s eyes half-closed before he locked his gaze with hers again.
    Every stroke of his cock pushed her closer. Her hold slipped, and she clawed for orgasm, desperate to fling herself over, but it was all heat and wet without rough edges to give her purchase. One hard, sharp thrust and she would—
    Olek gave it to her. She screamed and arched, her spine a rigid bow. Convulsions ripped through her. His face taut with need, Alejandro reared back and clamped his hands beneath her ass and lifted her to slam deep. Finally letting go, he fucked her with heavy strokes that had her tightening again, flying over. He stiffened, his hips jerked. His release pulsed hot inside her—but he was silent.
    He fell forward, bracing his hands again. His chest heaved.
    “I screamed,” she said breathlessly. Her legs were still around him; she couldn’t bring herself to let him go. “So I think I have won.”
    His shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “If you have won, it is only because you can still think.”
    Not very well. Remnants of their passion still sparked in her veins. Emotion filled her chest, her throat. She turned her cheek against the tabletop. Only a few days ago, she had been in a rage here. Only a few days ago, she’d refused to fuck his pride. Had he brought her here to make reparations for that? Did he know he didn’t have to? They had both made mistakes, but they did not have to pay for them forever.
    “Why this room?”
    His hand swept down her arm, his thumb tracing a winding pattern over her skin. “It is soundproofed, holds the sturdiest table, and the door is reinforced.”
    So pragmatic, her Olek. “The others expect us to tear down the warehouse. You will disappoint them.”
    “So be it.” His eyes smiled as he lowered his head, and he said against her lips, “You are mine, Irena.”
    That they belonged to each other was far too obvious. And so her only