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“I want to drive,” I say, pushing my way in front of Sylus to mount his brand new motorcycle.
“Are you sure you can handle this much horsepower?” His tone is teasing, but he doesn’t move to push me behind him.
“I can handle you, can’t I?”
“You’re feeling bold today, kitten,” he purrs behind my ear, but he loops his arms around my waist instead of protesting.
Not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind, I rev the engine and we take off up the road. The winding highway through the foothills is the perfect place to test out a new bike like this. I don’t waste time rocketing past the other traffic on the road, weaving effortlessly through gaps just barely wider than the handlebars.
Sylus is steady behind me, and I can tell he leans his weight with mine to make the turns smoother.
Going this fast is exhilarating, intoxicating. I can’t lie, the combination of the thrill, Sylus’s arms around me, and the rumbling power between my legs stokes a different kind of hunger. I take bigger and bigger risks, practically goading Sylus into asking me to be gentler to his new toy.
But Sylus’s dark, greedy laugh behind me spurs me on.
“You’re pushing boundaries today,” he purrs, and the helmet’s headset puts the sound right against my ear, as if Sylus’s lips were brushing there.
His hands around my waist shift positions—one climbing higher towards my breast, the other pushing lower.
The jolt of sensation nearly leads me to lose control of the speeding motorbike, but I quickly recover.
“Careful,” Sylus purrs.
“You—”
But before I can fully form the protest, Sylus’s hand pushes even lower, to just above the seat between my legs. I gasp, and it takes all my focus to keep the motorbike stable.
“What?” Sylus says with mock innocence. “I was just adjusting my grip. With you driving so erratically, I need to be sure to hold on… tightly…” One hand grips my breast, the other pushes down hard between my legs, and my body shudders in his gasp.
“Not… fair!” My vision is going blurry with the sudden arousal, but I refuse to slow down.
“Careful, kitten… there’s a sharp turn up ahead.”
My vision focuses just in time to see that I’m about to slam into the reflective sign marking the curve. I veer around it, but I haven’t shifted my weight enough to tighten the turn, so the bike slips onto the shoulder of the road. There’s a moderate slope past the gravel, and as the sudden change in substrate twists the motorbike’s wheels, we go flying off.
In the moment of weightlessness, a cry of pure joy escapes my lips.
Then there’s a crash as the motorbike hits the ground next to us, tumbling down the hill. Sylus and I follow, the thick leather and helmets protecting our body from the sharp rocks, but the impact still hurts.
Finally, I roll to a stop. When my vision stops spinning, I see Sylus not far away.
My body is electric. Endorphins flood me to dull the pain, and the arousal Sylus was stoking flares even brighter.
He pushes to sit upright, chuckling and shaking his head as he removes his helmet. “I told you you couldn’t handle the horsepower. Are you hurt?”
I throw my helmet off then make one smooth movement to straddle Sylus, looking down at him. “Who said I didn’t do that on purpose?”
Surprise flickers in Sylus’s eyes, followed by desire.
I know I have only a moment to act before his usual control returns.
I tackle him to the ground, claiming his mouth in a hungry kiss. My back curls, pressing my heat against him as my fingers tangle in his hair.
He tilts his head back, letting me bite his lip before the world flips around me, and he’s on top of me.
My chest shudders, desire hot in my veins, and I reach up to yank at the zipper of his leather jacket.
Red hot hunger glows in his eyes. “You really are greedy today, kitten.”
“Shut up,” I say, giving up on the jacket and lowering my hands to his pants.
His breath catches and he lets me tug at the button while he unzips his jacket. He throws it to the side, his sweat-soaked shirt quickly landing on top of it, leaving his skin bare for my enjoyment.
Once Sylus’s length is freed, he has no interest in making me wait for what I want—he claws at the leather of my pants, ripping the threads, and with a low, claiming growl he’s inside of me.
My back arches at the incomprehensible pleasure, and my hands dig into the grassy slope underneath me.
I pull Sylus down over me, sinking my teeth into his neck and biting hard. He grunts at the pain, shooting me a wicked look before lowering his head and returning the favor.
I cry out in pain and ecstasy, the mingling sensations overwhelming in my body. I spur him on until he fucks me hard in the dirt, neither of us caring in the slightest if anyone stopped to check on the accident.
Sylus braces himself with one arm over me, then drops the other to the front of my hips, right where he pressed when we were on the bike. Electricity crackles through my body, and in the next moment, I’m unraveling in his grasp, screaming his name across the craggy hillside.
He growls, hard thrusts driving me to a whole new realm of pleasure, and then finally shudders over me, hot breath washing over my cheek and shoulder and gradually slowing.
As my body finally relaxes, I let out a contended sigh and a soft laugh.
Sylus runs his thumb over my jaw, then grips my chin and holds my gaze. “You’re starting to make me suspect… you crashed on purpose.”
“You started it.”
Sylus gives a satisfied chuckle, then pulls me to his chest, flipping over so I can rest against him without losing the fullness inside of me. “I suppose that’s a fair assessment. Still… in all accidents, the driver is at fault.”
“Does this mean my insurance premiums are going to go up?”
“This means you owe me a new bike.”
“Hey! I’m sure it just needs a couple repairs.”
Sylus raises an eyebrow, then glances back at the mangled hunk of metal that used to be the brand new bike. It didn’t fare quite as well on the tumble down the hillside as we did.
“Oh…” I murmur.
“It’ll take you a while to pay off that debt.”
“You have plenty of money to buy another one any time you want.”
“This isn’t a monetary debt.”
“Oh? Then what do you want?”
There’s a tenderness in his eyes as he reaches up and strokes my cheek, then brushes away a twig caught in my hair. “I want you to be greedy like this more often.”
Sensing an opportunity, I grab his throat again. Sylus grunts, but he doesn’t seem as surprised this time. Still, he doesn’t stop me. I lean down, and bite his ear hard enough to hurt, then blow on the wound. With my lips against the shell of his ear, I give my reply.
“I can do that.”
Sylus lets out a shuddering, ravenous breath, then flips over me again. This time, he takes me slowly, forcing out countless pleading noises and whimpers.
For as much as I crave his roughness, it is when he holds me like his, with his hand behind my head and his eyes locked on mine, or my cheek against his neck and his breath washing over my shoulder, tender and desperate in equal measure, that I am most completely and utterly claimed.