“Darius,” I growled right back, my fingers digging into his flesh as he tried to move away from me.
“Everything that man did to you,” he began, his eyes dark with pain and hatred. “Especially everything since he realised how I felt about you, it’s because of me-”
“No,” I denied, glancing down at my thigh and tugging on his hand to make him touch me there again as I found the tattoo miraculously intact once more. The mark I’d chosen to give myself, showing the whole world how I felt, showing him how I felt, without needing the stars to grant me it or try to deny it. That was what counted. “Lionel is his own man. And you’re yours. He might have tried to justify his cruelty by claiming it had something to do with keeping you in line, but that’s bullshit, and we both know it. He did it because he’s afraid of you, Darius. He knows you’re the better man, he knows you’re stronger than him and he knows that if he didn’t use tricks and cruelty to control you that you’d destroy him. Don’t ever let him make you feel like you’re responsible for any of the things he’s done.”
“He made me in his image,” he said darkly. “And I’ve proved more than once that I’m no better than him.”
My hand cracked across his face before I’d even realised I intended to do it and Darius snarled as he turned the golden slits of his Dragon eyes onto me.
“You are better than him, Darius. And you might be a monster, but you’re my monster now and I want you just the way you are.”
We locked eyes for an endlessly long moment and suddenly his mouth was on mine again, the taste of smoke coating his tongue and the heat of the fire in his limbs enough to burn against my frozen skin.
I ran my hands up and over the broad slope of his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh as he loomed over me, dominating me with his huge body, his hands braced against the wooden platform either side of my hips.
My thighs parted as he stepped between them, my aching core desperate for more of him as he pressed closer and the hard ridge of his cock ground against my wet heat.
I grasped the back of his neck so tightly that I could feel my fingernails cutting into his skin and a growl of desire rumbled through his chest where it pressed to mine.
He dropped his boxers, kicking them away from us with his pants and catching hold of my knee as he hooked my leg around his waist, his solid cock grinding against me and making me whimper as it drove against my clit for a far too brief moment.
“I love you, Roxy,” he growled, drawing back and cupping my face in his free hand, making me meet his gaze as his dick found my core and he slowly began to sink into me.
“I love you, Darius,” I gasped in reply, my breath catching as the feeling of him stretching and filling me stole all of my focus.
A groan of pure pleasure escaped him as he took his sweet time filling me, his grip on my knee tightening as he held me exactly where he wanted me and sheathed every solid inch of his cock inside me.
Once he was fully seated within me, we fell still, our ragged breaths colouring the space between us, clouds of vapour emerging from our lips as the heat of our fire-touched skin met with the frigid air.
We stared at each other for several long seconds, drinking in the feeling of us being alone, together, united at long fucking last without a star in the sky lifting so much as a twinkly finger to try and part us.
And then he began to move.
I cried out as he rocked his hips, his cock driving into me in the most delicious way as my throbbing pussy squeezed tight around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body.
I remained upright, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him and moved my hips in time with his, kissing him hard and demanding he give me all he had.
The wooden shelf I was perched on creaked and groaned beneath the savage thrusts of his hips and splinters drove into my ass as I clung to him, panting his name and begging for more.
Darius gripped my hair in his fist and yanked on it, forcing me to arch backwards in his hold and baring my tits to him so that his mouth could descend on one of my nipples as he continued to fuck me so hard I saw stars.
“More,” I gasped, closing my eyes as he held me in that position, focusing on the feeling of him owning me as I drove my heels into his ass and my fingers raked down his chest.
Darius snarled at the challenge in my voice and he tugged on my hair and my knee simultaneously, forcing me to bend even further backwards until his dick was slamming into that magical fucking spot inside me which promised the most beautiful kind of oblivion and I was coming for him with a cry of ecstasy which almost drowned out the sound of shattering wood as the shelf I was perched on gave way.