Page 70 of Burn for Her

“But I want that pain.” She trembled against him. “Please. I need to check out.”

Dorian was eerily still for a moment and growled low in his chest. Then he slammed into her, going balls deep, and Lena roared with how much he filled her. He hadn’t been all the way before… now he was. Huge difference.

Massive.

The sting and ache quickly soothed away to a glorious friction.

“Fuck, Lena. I can’t believe how perfect you are.”

Perfect was one thing she most certainly was not. Lena made that clear when she ground her ass into him, forcing Dorian to rail her harder and she said, “Spank me. Put your handprints on me.”

She wanted to be owned. Marked. Spent and adored. And damnit she wanted his teeth to sink into her too. All while he took her from behind. Whether this was real or not, fantasy or fucked up, she wanted to be ridden hard and made boneless. She wanted to drip in come, sweat, and blood.

Dorian’s grip tightened. “Stop talking or I won’t be able to control myself.”

Lena hadn’t realized she’d confessed those things out loud. With a wild grin she kicked backwards and nailed Dorian in the leg with her heel. He reeled back as she scrambled up the bed. “If I wanted a man with control, I’d have stayed at home instead of coming to New Orleans, Dorian.”

He swept his hand across his mouth. His eyes glowed in the dim candlelight. His fangs gleamed when he licked his canines. Perched at the foot of the bed, cock hard and glistening, Dorian snarled at her. “You don’t know what you’re playing with, Lena.”

She slid off the bed and sashayed her hips as she backed away from him. Dorian ran his palms along his thighs, as if his hands itched to touch her again. He looked poised to attack her. Their gazes remained deadlocked as she said, “I came here looking for danger.”

“You found him.” Dorian lunged off the bed and pinned her to the ground.

Lena’s heart leapt in her throat when he spread her thighs with his knee, at the same time he kissed the breath out of her. “I’m not good for you.” He centered the head of his cock to her opening again.

“I don’t believe that,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and raised her hips. He thrust into her, making them both groan. “No one bad can feel this good.” Lena threaded her fingers through his curly hair and gripped the nape of his neck again. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

His teeth grazed her neck, and she tilted her head, silently begging him to go all the way and sink his fangs in. Her desire to be bitten before was nothing compared to the blaze of desperation burning in her body now.

“Please!” she cried out.

Dorian’s voice cracked as he thrust into her harder. “I can’t do this to you.” Yet his speed picked up. His force. His tension.

Lena lost her patience and slapped him.

Dorian stopped moving immediately. Poised above her, his cock still buried in her body, Dorian’s gaze went from stunned to savage. Lena’s heart galloped around, looking for a place to hide. His gaze darkened, pupils blowing wide. Dorian’s body tensed on top of hers. His lips curled back, fangs sharp and glinting.

Damn if she didn’t strike him again.

Or… she tried. Dorian caught her hand and pinned it above her head. Then he fucked her so hard, Lena couldn’t do anything but bear down and take his fury.

It felt amazing. Too amazing. Soooo amazing. Dorian held her throat, forcing her to look at him. “Lena.” His voice was deeper, darker…

It set her off like a rocket. She clamped down on him and screamed through a violent orgasm. It was endless, and with each thrust he made, sliding them across his bedroom floor, she relished in the rug burn on her back and the sting of his grip. Dorian’s head tipped back, and he roared. His cock twitched and jerked inside her and an ungodly heat filled her up as he came.

Dorian braced himself to keep from collapsing on top of her. He fought to catch his breath. Trembling, he dipped his head down and his curly hair fell forward to hide his eyes.

“Dorian,” she unlocked her legs from around his waist.

He pulled out, but still wouldn’t look at her. A chill swept over her skin as she reached out to touch his arm. His hand whipped out and caught her wrist, keeping her from touching him.

“Dorian.” This time her tone was more severe.

“I almost… I almost…” He rocked back on his heels and stood. His body nothing short of chiseled perfection. His golden skin coated in a sheen of sweat, his muscles rippling with each breath he tried to suck in. Running a hand through his hair, Dorian pivoted, then swung back and let his gaze roam her body. “Are you hurt?”

Lena didn’t realize she was crying.

He scooped her into his arms and laid her on the bed, checking out every place he’d touched her. “I should cut my hands off for marking you like this,” he growled.