“Rub it… Ride your fingers, baby!”
She really didn’t have a choice.
Did she ever when it came to Syon?
Not really. With him, there was only need and the moments between feedings.
“Ride them!”
She was working her fingers in and out of her wet slit, pumping her hips toward them. Her skin turned hot, the blood roaring in her ears, but all she was conscious of was the tempo of the music. She was fixated on his fingers, imagining them against her clit.
“Yeah, baby. I’m the one touching you. That’s right… It’s me…”
She felt the climax coming. Her mouth opened as she was pulled tight by it. The music was hitting its crescendo; he was forcing it out of the strings, willing it into creation as she cried out. Pleasure slammed into her, flowing through her like a flash flood. Nothing remained standing; it ripped everything up and carried it along until it dumped her, completely spent of mental and physical strength.
Syon threw his head back, breathing deep, rasping breaths as he finished the last few notes.
“So fucking good.”
He was suddenly there, in bed with her, his cock slipping easily into her wet sheath. He’d come up behind her, rolling her and pulling her onto her knees as he thrust into her from behind. He was rock hard, his cock nearly bursting, the hard hammering satisfying that last thing inside her that hadn’t yet been fed.
But he was holding back. She knew the difference now. Knew when he was clinging to the remains of decency. Politeness. Neither of which had anything to do with what she craved from him.
“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me like you want to.”
His grip on her hips tightened, his body driving harder, deeper into her. She pushed back against him, but he refused to allow her any motion. She was being claimed in that moment. The savage side of him delighted in knowing she was captured.
His breath was harsh, his cock hardened even more. She tightened her internal muscles and let out a cry. It was savage and full of need. He started coming, his seed flooding her as he pumped her through the climax.
“I hurt you…”
His tone was hoarse.
“No you didn’t.”
He had collapsed on top of her and straightened up, even though his breathing was still rapid. “I was fucking…rutting on you, Kate.”
She rolled over, reaching up to stroke the side of his jaw. “I know. Ramsey’s parents obviously got to you too.”
He lay there, holding her for a long moment. “You read me too well.”
“Good.” She stood up and fought to keep her knees straight. “Because you’ve been a destructive force in my life since the moment I set eyes on you. Fair is fair.”
“We’re having lunch with my parents tomorrow.”
He turned over and rolled off the side of the bed, but she caught his hand. “Say that again.”
There was a twinge of uncertainty in his eyes. A hint of vulnerability she recognized and felt privileged to see.
“Is that why there’s no partying tonight?”
Syon nodded. “This is our hometown. I made a date with my parents for lunch. Come with me.”
She was shocked into silence and touched so deeply, her eyes stung with tears. “Okay.”
For a moment, she felt awkward. Syon captured her hand and started tugging her toward the open balcony. He pulled her through the thin drape that was fluttering in the night air. The balcony opened onto the roof and a pool area.
They were both buck naked, but that didn’t bother him. He pulled her over to one of the hot tubs and down into the bubbling water. They had a view of the city, the lights twinkling all around them. Syon settled back, sinking down until the water was halfway up his chest.
“Relax. Only Rams is up here.”
She sank down to her chin and scanned the area. Syon laughed at her and pointed across the expanse of the pool to a gazebo area.
Ramsey was still wearing his pants, but the fly was open, his cock jutting out. A girl was on her knees sucking on it, but what drew Kate’s attention was the way her arms were tied behind her back. Ramsey had a leash wrapped around his hand. The leash was attached to a collar around her neck.
Kate realized she was staring and looked away. Syon pulled her close, fitting her in front of him so he could hold her close.
“Rams likes to dominate just a little bit more bluntly than I do.” He cupped her breast, the bubbles in the water teasing her skin. “I’m a little more hands-on.”
There was a snap from the gazebo and a gasp.
Syon smoothed her onto his chest, stroking her arms as she fought off the urge to make an excuse and run back into the suite.
“Why is it important for me to stay here?”
There were more sounds from the gazebo.
“I want you to know every part of me. The seedy too.”
She rubbed his thighs. “You don’t want to put on a face.”
“Not when we’re naked.”
Ramsey was the counterpart of his soul. It was an odd link, but one that made a strange kind of sense.
“Ramsey keeps you from feeling abandoned by the rest of the human race. I saw that tonight.”
His hands froze on her. She rubbed his thighs as there was a harsh sound and another slap from the gazebo.
“Yeah.” Syon voice was strained. The admission coming from his soul.
Ramsey was working his date into a frenzy, her cries filling the dark. When he pushed her over the edge, she screamed, but all that came out of him was a harsh grunt.
So one-sided.
There was no tenderness, no companionship.
Instead, he sent her toward the elevators and forgot her before the last of her footsteps had faded. It should have bothered Kate. Should have been a reason to label him a prick. But the sound of the girl squealing with glee in the hallway put an end to that.
“Oh my God! Tina, you’ll never guess who I just fucked! Ramsey from Toxsin! He is a god!”
A bitter taste rose in Kate’s mouth. There was no baseline in their world, only extremes.
She turned around and seated herself on Syon’s lap. “I don’t care who you are.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“You told me once that everyone wanted something from you.” She cupped some water and dribbled it on his shoulder. “I need things from you.”
He drew in a stiff breath, emotion brightening his eyes. He clamped her against him, his arms shaking.
“I need too, baby…”
For a moment, they were sealed together by those needs, even undefined as they were. It was just a feeling. A deep, churning knowledge that he soothed something inside her. A thing she’d never named, because it conflicted with everything the rest of the world expected her to be.
What a good girl was.
A decent girl.
She’d always ignored the darker side of her nature. At least until Syon had ripped into her world and set it loose. What did that make her? She wasn’t sure. Only that she felt closer to him than to any other person on the globe.
* * *
“I should have said dinner,” Syon groaned when the alarm went off at noon.
“That or we shouldn’t have watched the sun come up.” Kate kicked at the bedding and stumbled toward the kitchen. “Coffee.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a demand or a plea, only that it was an absolute necessity. She held a mug under the machine for the first half cup before putting the pot in place and taking the mug into the bathroom with her. She headed for the second bathroom in the suite, because Syon was in the shower, and she needed to get herself together.
Just the idea of meeting his parents woke her up.
It was a bolt of fear that also left her giddy.
She fussed over her clothing, looking for something just right.
“Perfect.”
She turned to find Syon in the doorway. His hair was still slightly wet but styled back from his face instead of spiked out. In place of his normal leather was a pair of jeans and a cotton shirt.