
Mouths locked together as they soared up into the hatch, her nails digging into the back of his neck.
“I never knew fighting got you so hot,” Jerome teased as the hatch sealed shut beneath them.
“Yeah, you may have to wrestle me for position there, bubba.”
She turned to walk away and he darted a snakehead hand to capture her wrist and keep her on the spot. There was no fighting his iron hold. There was no struggling unless she wanted to start the wrestling match right here or bring her pyro or psychokinesis into it. She had promised him she never would.
He was talking into his phone with Gable but glaring at her with an expression she knew too well. She glared back, knowing what was in store for them both. Soon as Gable was on the teleport pad, Jerome had her over his shoulder to carry through the ship.
On her feet in their quarters, he ripped her blouse apart. Buttons flew in all directions.
“Have I told you how much I like that you don’t wear a bra?” he asked when he’d bared her lovely breasts.
She hooked his advancing foot and shifted, taking him down and putting him on his back on the floor and straddling his waist.
“Oh, you think you gonna be sneaky, huh?” he grinned.
He sat up and flipped her to her back. She twisted out of his grasp and rolled away. He caught her by the loop of her jeans and a boot and dragged her back. The boot came off into his hand and the button popped off her jeans between his finger and thumb.
“Come get me, old man,” she growled.
“Careful what you wish for, little girl,” he warned, hands seizing the waist of her jeans.
With him providing accidental leverage, she bolted out of them, laughing and leaving the other boot behind. He grabbed her ankle, loving her raucous laughter. Her right hand shoved back at him with an illegal blast of psychokinesis.
“Playing dirty will not end well for you,” he warned with a darted grab of her wrist.
Two seconds and she was on her belly and he was straddling her thighs to keep her in place. Wriggling and bucking under him, she tried to evade but he caught her other wrist. Holding them in one hard hand over her head, extending the Staff Power to prevent more illegal outbursts, he reached finger and thumb into his back pocket for the flat fold of duct tape. Twice around her wrists as she continued to writhe and curse under him and he was able to get up and hook an arm under her leg and the other under an upper arm. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
She started the scramble away on her elbows and knees, and he caught her again, flipping her onto her back. He used the duct tape again, bringing it between her wrists and around the lowest bar at the foot of the bed.
“Now what’chu gonna do?”
He had her. Chest heaving, arms bound, eyes defiant. Finality would come with the forceful taking she expected. His knees drove her open wide and he looked down on her so beautiful in her passion, needing this aggression from him to get her own out in a safe manner.
Instead of the near rape she expected, he lowered to kiss her. She was calming, defeated but not submitting. His lips met hers, hot breath made steaming by the fires she’d created. Growing in intensity with the flicking of tongues. She bit his lip. Not enough to draw blood but dammit it hurt.
“You’ve been warned not to do that,” he smiled, and tore off another strip of duct tape.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I.”
He taped her mouth closed and kissed her over it. “Don’t bite.”
His hands thrust her thighs impossibly wide and his tongue found her hot, slick core and engorged clitoris. How her pyro got connected to her sex he was still figuring out, but the more she used her fire, the harder she needed to fuck after. She had stopped training with fire because of it.
This time, rather than give her the physical force of his thrusting cock, he gave her the unrelenting assault of his tongue and hands. Slaps and smacks to breasts, hard pinches to nipples, strong sucks of clitoris. She gave a throaty groan of gushing orgasm.
He mauled her with hands and mouth as he had so often done before she’d given him her virginity, and did not let up until he’d worn the fight out of her.
Finally she lay still and breathless and he left the bed long enough to remove his clothes. Her thighs parted for him willingly this time and she sighed a soft groan of satisfaction when he drove into her flesh to join their bodies together in the thing they always had done best.
Eyes closed, she did not see the sharp knife sliding under the edge of the tape between her wrists. He cut her loose from the bed, then split the tape binding her arms together. She peeled it off blindly and reached for his shoulders to hold him.
“Bite me again and I will beat your ass with my belt,” he warned, and peeled the piece from her mouth.
“Tease,” she breathed.
“Yeah, we’ll see, won’t we? I bet I can make it so you don’t like it,” he said, and ground his pelvis into her.
He built her up to that same fever, only then giving her the violence and vigor she needed. The harder he was on her, the more she liked it and the more she gave to him. She had to give it all in order to be herself again. He knew when that happened. During that most intense orgasm that had her shaking in his arms and he felt a certain sort of POP! over his Staff Power aura. She went calm and quiet almost immediately, barely responding to his kiss. He lay beside her, occasionally kissing her cheek or temple. That profound sigh, relieved, satisfied.
The Fire Beast had gone back to its cave until battle would call it out again.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Much. Thank you,” she said before falling asleep in the next breath.
Excerpt from Dirty Deeds, book 4 of the Kingdom Key series
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XZ7PSJK
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