Chapter Thirty-two
He was brutal and beautiful above her, the so-tall, green-eyed warden who was sculpted like granite and gentle like a jackhammer. She had fallen hard. She realized now, as he moved inside her and his fingers tortured her and the darkness of her world was filled at last with stars, that she’d fallen irrevocably and instantly when he’d stood over her on that desert road and offered her his hand.
Now Helena was lost in a verdant sea, in an electric miasma of pleasure and pain that continuously played out across her nerve endings, zapping her mind utterly and completely senseless. They had only just met; that was what law and nature dictated. But he fit so hard and real inside her and he owned her so entirely, she was certain she’d known him forever. Little by little, second by second, he forced her to belong to him more completely.
It hurt and it felt right.
It made no sense, it was twisted up and meaningless and there was danger all around – somewhere – yet time didn’t matter here in the heat of his embrace, as the vessel of his need. She gave herself to him. Her Will Slate.
My William.
She closed her eyes, fighting and winning against the enigmatic pull of his glowing green gaze, and surrendered to the mounting maelstrom of pleasure swirling within her. She was trembling with it, shaking in uncontrollable bliss that was too much for her body to hold, and she was rising still. He took them both higher, expertly fierce and unrestrained in his pursuit.
It was nearly impossible to do so, beyond difficult to concentrate under his assault, but she eased up her grip on the ridges of his sculpted form and lifted her hand to his head. Her fingers brushed through his thick, soft hair, and that was a bliss all its own. He smelled like night time and eternity, and she had no idea what that meant. Only that it was beyond wonderful. Beyond right. It was what she’d always wanted and she hadn’t even known it.
Will was her happy ending.
My happy ending, she thought distantly and insanely, and wondered why it even mattered. Every time he moved against her, filled her up again and stretched her to the point of madness, it felt right. So right.
He knew her. He knew everything she would do, everything she would feel. He seemed intimately familiar with her inner-most workings and knew all too well how to manipulate them. They climbed together in sweaty, tangled workings until she knew she could no longer hold back the voice of her passion, and then there he was again, taking her lips in another kiss.
He knew.
He drank in her tiny, desperate cries one after another, and she in turn felt his animal growl, low and rumbling, as it escaped his throat and rode through her. Again. And again.
His fingers touched her primally, pressing expertly around the nub of her clitoris to exact a sudden sharp pleasure that speared through her, so close to the peak of release she needed, her vision swam. She gasped, incapable of comprehending the sensation, and then he did it again.
Proving the cruelty she knew she’d seen in him all along, Will suddenly slowed his pace above her to draw the torture out. His wonderful fingers slowed in their movements too, and she made a desperate, furious sound against his lips.
The bastard laughed. It was deep and filled with animal lust, but it was a laugh nonetheless. He broke his perfect kiss and looked into her eyes, chuckling darkly as he touched her in that perfect, terrible way once more, forcing her body into a writhing, clenching mess. He must have liked what he saw reflected in her gaze, because his own eyes flashed with triumph and malice, so beautiful in his heartlessness.
“Shhhh,” he commanded, the sound brushing across her swollen lips before he rose above her and the air of the room swirled against her fevered skin. Her nipples were tight and hard, her breasts swollen with the heaviness of passion, and he took advantage of this, pulling his thick, hard length completely out of her to slide himself down her already delirious body. She knew where he was going, what he intended to do, and she was vehement.
“N-noooo,” she half-moaned, half-growled helplessly, her hand fisting tight in his hair. She wanted him back, she wanted him inside her, or she was going to lose her fucking mind! But he was on the warpath, and ignored her grasping desperation to settle his hot mouth over one of her nipples and suck hard.
Again, his hand clamped down on her in perfect timing, covering her mouth as she screamed in horrible pleasure. His tongue swirled, his teeth teased, and his free hand returned to the core of her, again pressing just right.
Her head tossed, and his hand followed the movement, silencing the cries that would otherwise probably bring the safe house’s inhabitants down around them. It went on forever, this uncompromising heaven-hell, as Will explored her and played her and she swam in a sea of painful euphoria. He moved from one nipple to the other, his teeth exacting, his tongue soothing, his behavior maddening.
Finally, as the bliss around her began to even out and sound and color blended within her into something meaningless and manic and what sanity she had left feared she would never know an end to the punishment, Will once more rose above her.
Somehow, Helena opened her eyes.
What she saw there in that moment would become forever imprinted upon her soul. He was outlined in shifting green lights that filled the room and wrapped around them and matched the hypnotic glow of his eyes. His irises were on fire, emeralds set ablaze by inhuman need, stark and glorious in his angelic face. His hair was damp with sweat, dark and perfect, and every muscle in his tall, hard body was ripped taut with pent up, volatile hunger.
He held her in those green, glowing chains as he pressed himself against the door of her slick tightness once more, and Helena’s breath caught between sudden fear and all-out need.
Time stopped. It held still, drawing the moment out for its own sick pleasure.
And then Will slid a thick, strong arm around her waist to hold her still, wrapped his deft fingers around her throat in absolute possession, and impaled her with all of his strength. He kissed her hard, drinking her in with concerted abandon as she cried out mindlessly against him and he sank into her for all he was worth. Something was erupting inside her, shaking and unsteady and out of her control. He dogged the madness on, not holding back now, claiming her roughly with each pull and thrust, sinking to the hilt each time.
His fingers tightened slightly around her neck, just enough to be a threat, heightening the already impossible level of pleasure riding through Helena’s form. Forever, she thought. She wanted this to last forever. There was nothing more important than this.
Infernal fires erupted around her, licking at her skin, blazing trails of destruction along her soul as Will went faster. Harder. Fierce and unrestrained and absolutely impossible, he rode them over a mountain higher than any human was ever meant to go.
And then, in a flash of a moment that was shattered into a thousand tiny fragments and tossed to the winds of time, Helena broke at last. The enraged longing Will had built within her hit its precipice and sprouted dark, glorious wings. She climaxed with an orgasm that wiped her mind of everything but white-out bliss, her body convulsing, her scream taken by Will’s claiming kiss.
He then broke the kiss at last, grasped the bed in his hands, and threw back his head, roaring into the green magic around them with something vast and tremendous that he could no longer hold back. Jade colored lightning zapped around him and then unraveled to wrap around Helena, holding her in its own arms as if she belonged to it. It slid along her breasts, passed between her legs, and exacted every last ounce of strength she had left to give in the ripples of inconceivable rapture that rocked through her over and over again.
Forever.
It went on and on and lasted forever… just as she had wanted it to.
But forever, as it turned out, was not that long at all.