Dark Light (The Dark Light Series)(63)

Dorian buries himself deep inside of me. So very deep. He pulls out inch by inch until I fear he will leave me, but then slams back into me. The pain is so amazingly pleasurable. A series of throaty groans escapes Dorian’s mouth with each thrust, harmonizing with my shrill carnal cries. His fingers dig into my ass with desperation as he plunges himself in and out of my dripping wetness in an unhurried pace. I can’t believe how good this feels. He is filling me up, stretching my walls, losing himself in my secret place. No one has gone here before, not this deep. Yet Dorian is at home inside of me, and I want him to stay forever.

Just as I feel myself climbing higher, reaching for release, Dorian grabs the base of my neck, pulling me up fiercely. The sweet, tender Dorian is gone and the animal inside him takes the reins. He is still pumping furiously inside me when his mouth finds my shoulder, his hand still tightly gripping my throat. Oh God. His sudden change is frightening me and the physical strain is bringing a new element of pain. Yet his aggression arouses me even more, my moans becoming louder, harsh vulgarities spilling from my lips.

Dorian’s hand moves from my neck just so he can take a handful of my long tresses. He pulls down on my hair hard forcing my head backwards and leaving my entire throat open and exposed. Shit. He could slit my neck right now and I would die in sweet ecstasy. He keeps his grasp on my hair, using it to level himself as he continues to punish me viciously. His other hand frees my ass and finds its way to my neck. He holds on tightly and I feel his lips on my ear.

“IS. THIS. WHAT. YOU. WANT?!” he grunts through clenched teeth. When I don’t answer he pulls my hair harder, pushing himself even deeper. I didn’t think it was possible.

“YES!” I scream.

He lets his hand leave my throat and rewards me by finding his way up my dress and to my breasts. He begins to fondle my erect nipples through the thin mesh fabric.

“IS. THIS. WHAT. YOU. WANT?!” His voice is so severe, almost menacing. There’s a dark element to it. I do not dare to hesitate this time.

“YES!”

Again he rewards me, this time by moving south to my clit, stirring its swell. He releases my hair from its captivity and moves back to my throat, this time gripping it tightly. The sensation is… pleasurable, and it scares me.

My senses are on overdrive. The room is spinning and I feel dizzy from my rapid breathing. My neck is strained so rigidly, I can barely make a sound. The intense tingle from my hypersensitive clit, the throbbing penetration that Dorian delivers, his firm hold on my neck- it is too much for me to endure. I can’t hold on any longer. The feeling is drowning me, taking me under. I have to climb higher. I have to escape this delicious misery and find release.

Dorian’s breathing is rougher; he is searching for freedom of this torment as well, though he is the vicious tormenter. I feel him swell inside of me as he slows his pace and tightens his grip around my neck. I try to cry out but only a hoarse garbled stream of praise escapes. His growth is my defeat and I violently release a flood of intense passion, shuddering wildly. He loosens his grip and wraps his arms tightly around me, steadying himself in anticipation of his undoing. I am nearly limp in his arms when he finds his own sweet surrender, drawing me into him and gently leaving a trail of kisses on my neck and shoulders.





Chapter Seventeen





“How do you feel?” Dorian asks me after several minutes of listening to the sounds of our own ragged breaths. We’ve collapsed on the couch and he’s still positioned behind me.

I think about my answer for a beat then smile. “Ruined.” I can feel Dorian’s lips spread slightly at my ear. “And hot!” I still have on my sweaterdress and boots and the fabric is beginning to itch against my dampened skin. Dorian reaches down and pulls my dress up over my head, and I instantly feel cooler. He strokes my scanty bra.

“Mmmm, nice,” he murmurs at the romantic detailing. He kisses where my bra strap meets my shoulder then slides it to the side, leaving another kiss on the indention left behind on my skin. It’s sweet, tender. A total 180 from the Dorian that just choked me while pounding me hard from behind. He really is an enigma.

“Tell me something about yourself,” I say after a long minute passes. I really know very little about him and if we’re going to make this a regular thing, I should probably confirm that he isn’t an ax murderer.

“What do you want to know?” Dorian replies, playing with a tendril of my hair.

I take a deep breath. Ok, here goes. “About your family. What are they like?”

Dorian instantly goes rigid and releases my lock of hair coiled around his finger. I hear him take in a sharp breath and know that I’ve hit a sore spot. “What about them?” he says flatly.