Everything goes technicolor as my body gives up the fight. It’s the kind of climax a woman is almost afraid of because it’s so intense, but I’m not scared with his mouth on mine, like he’s almost talking me down from a very high height while I’m already in the midst of free falling. I seize up around his still-driving flesh until both of us make a pained sound, followed by one of relief when the clench starts to lessen in blessed degrees, leaving my head flopped over his shoulder, limp, my limbs momentarily having lost their function.

“You come like a fucking queen,” he whispers into my perspiring neck, awed, bouncing me once, twice, and hello—I’m back online. “My queen. Our queen.”

I lift my head just in time to receive his kiss, as if he’s anticipating my return to the living. I expect him to press me hard against the metal box and finish. Instead the world becomes a blur of color as he carefully settles my feet on the ground, spinning me around to face the opposite direction and growling. Slamming a fist down on the box and entering me roughly from behind.

“Yes.” He presses me forward with his body, moving my hands into the position he wants them. Braced, palms down. “Our queen, right?” He drives me up onto my toes and I cry out, seeing nothing in front of me. Nothing but sparks. “But you’re all mine right now.” He winds my hair around his fist and slowly, slowly draws my head back while his mouth drags up the center of my spine. “And I’m all yours. I’ve just been practicing for the day I met you, love.” He pulls my hair with a hint of more authority. “Now you’re going to press that ass into my stomach as high as you can and take advantage of it.”

“Yes, Tobias,” I whisper, shaken down to my toes.

He yanks up the back of my shirt and unsnaps my bra so quickly, it almost seems like a magic trick. Then his left hand is sliding between my body and the metal box, molding my breast in his hand, my hair still tugged back in his right. His slow pumps are divine in a way that defies description. He’s defiling me and worshipping me at the very same time, sinking so deep it almost hurts—almost—then whispering praise into my hair, thanking me, as he recedes.

“Lift a bit more,” he says hoarsely into the back of my neck. “I know where you need me…there. Feel that? Aw, the way you tightened up all the way to my balls says you do, love.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head as the ridge at the head of his sex grazes my clit again and we both sort of grow restless at the very same moment, my libido spinning madly in the wake of his crudely beautiful speech. He works his hips harder, faster, sawing wetly over that bundle of building tension until I’m pressing my moaning mouth into the bend of my elbow to keep from screaming.