"You can't," he groused as he threw a leg over hers and twisted their bodies until he was halfway on top of her. "You belong to me now."
Already he was reaching a hand down to tug her shift out of the way, and damn if she wasn't wet from just thinking about it.
"I, wait, I don't belong to anyone, what makes you think – " He chose that moment to slide his fingers between her legs, immediately finding the place that made her insane with need. Vilkas kissed her, forcing her mouth open immediately to swallow the noises she made.
She was close, shifting and trembling with her hand wrapped around his, holding him to her, when he stopped and grabbed both of her wrists to slam them into the pillow above her head.
In an instant he was cradled between her thighs, his hips spreading her wide, and then he shoved into her, completely inside in one powerful thrust. They groaned in unison, and he waited a second for her, watching her, to let her adjust to his size. Then he was fucking her again. That kind. The best kind.
He wasn't frantic like last night, but slow and methodical, each thrust nearly overpowering her. She wanted to cling to him, pierce his skin with her nails in return for piercing her, but he wouldn't allow it, kept a firm hold on her hands. All she could do was try to meet his hips with hers and stare at him, at the way his eyes and mouth winced, the way he huffed each time he pushed as far as he could go.
Gods, she was so damn close, she was seriously going to die if he didn't move just a little faster. Whining, she tried to shift underneath him, digging her heels into his ass to get the message across.
"Please," she choked. He frowned and slowly bent to kiss her, and then raised his head again, still fucking her at that relentless, maddening pace.
"I know what you want," he whispered, his next thrust a little harder, making her back bow, "and I can give it to you, but you have to tell me. Tell me you're mine, that you belong to me. Tell me, or I'll fuck it out of you, I swear by the nine."
Merrill shook her head, defying him for reasons she couldn't comprehend because the only thing she wanted at the moment was to come.
"No," she gasped, just speaking the word ratcheting up her need a little more. "No, I won't say it, you can go fuck yourself."
He snarled in her ear, the sound crawling down her spine and settling at the bottom, building into an incredible orgasm. She arched off the bed, throwing her head back and exposing her neck to Vilkas in hopes that he would bite her again.
"Say it!" he yelled, but he was already losing control, moving faster, making her moan into his ear.
"Vilkas, please!" she cried at some point, lost in all of it, not entirely sure what she was asking for. He snarled again and latched his mouth onto her neck before hilting into her one last time, not moving except to grind against her. It was just enough, exactly what she needed, and she climaxed, convulsing and mewling.
He collapsed onto her for a small time, and she found she didn't mind until she started losing her vision from lack of oxygen. Luckily, he interpreted her wriggling correctly and shifted away. Torpor weighed her limbs down, made it impossible to move, and when Vilkas scooted close to her again, saying something she didn't really bother trying to catch, Merrill didn't fight him. She simply sank into sleep again.
The Morning After a.k.a. No One Can Resist Vilkas 2/2
Already he was reaching a hand down to tug her shift out of the way, and damn if she wasn't wet from just thinking about it.
"I, wait, I don't belong to anyone, what makes you think – " He chose that moment to slide his fingers between her legs, immediately finding the place that made her insane with need. Vilkas kissed her, forcing her mouth open immediately to swallow the noises she made.
She was close, shifting and trembling with her hand wrapped around his, holding him to her, when he stopped and grabbed both of her wrists to slam them into the pillow above her head.
In an instant he was cradled between her thighs, his hips spreading her wide, and then he shoved into her, completely inside in one powerful thrust. They groaned in unison, and he waited a second for her, watching her, to let her adjust to his size. Then he was fucking her again. That kind. The best kind.
He wasn't frantic like last night, but slow and methodical, each thrust nearly overpowering her. She wanted to cling to him, pierce his skin with her nails in return for piercing her, but he wouldn't allow it, kept a firm hold on her hands. All she could do was try to meet his hips with hers and stare at him, at the way his eyes and mouth winced, the way he huffed each time he pushed as far as he could go.
Gods, she was so damn close, she was seriously going to die if he didn't move just a little faster. Whining, she tried to shift underneath him, digging her heels into his ass to get the message across.
"Please," she choked. He frowned and slowly bent to kiss her, and then raised his head again, still fucking her at that relentless, maddening pace.
"I know what you want," he whispered, his next thrust a little harder, making her back bow, "and I can give it to you, but you have to tell me. Tell me you're mine, that you belong to me. Tell me, or I'll fuck it out of you, I swear by the nine."
Merrill shook her head, defying him for reasons she couldn't comprehend because the only thing she wanted at the moment was to come.
"No," she gasped, just speaking the word ratcheting up her need a little more. "No, I won't say it, you can go fuck yourself."
He snarled in her ear, the sound crawling down her spine and settling at the bottom, building into an incredible orgasm. She arched off the bed, throwing her head back and exposing her neck to Vilkas in hopes that he would bite her again.
"Say it!" he yelled, but he was already losing control, moving faster, making her moan into his ear.
"Vilkas, please!" she cried at some point, lost in all of it, not entirely sure what she was asking for. He snarled again and latched his mouth onto her neck before hilting into her one last time, not moving except to grind against her. It was just enough, exactly what she needed, and she climaxed, convulsing and mewling.
He collapsed onto her for a small time, and she found she didn't mind until she started losing her vision from lack of oxygen. Luckily, he interpreted her wriggling correctly and shifted away. Torpor weighed her limbs down, made it impossible to move, and when Vilkas scooted close to her again, saying something she didn't really bother trying to catch, Merrill didn't fight him. She simply sank into sleep again.