Smut content. (Sorry I wrote more than I had planned.)

Most likely, it was because they hadn't done it in a long time. It surely wasn't because of the position. Maybe, it was the mate link playing with her.

No matter the reason, Samantha had no intention of admitting her fault. Rider's self-confidence didn't need her assurances.

However, even if her mind was fighting to keep her mouth shut, her body had already revealed everything.

It was just the beginning; she knew it. He was moving too slow and too careful. He was going to keep her there, making her edge until she told the truth.

Still, it was her part to keep up a fight. She couldn't surrender so easily or she could forget her turn for taking the lead. And Rider didn't need so many confirmations, for the Moon Goddess!

?I haven't heard your response,? he said, noticing the tough battle going on in her mind. He smiled, trailing up her back with his hand.

He wasn't sure she would like it when he had grabbed her hair, but she was reacting in such a way... Oh, all his being was focused on only one thing: keeping control and not losing against that stubborn little devil.

Every one of her moans would make him sigh, and the way she squeezed him down there was driving him mad. Still, just the thought of looking at her like that helped him keep his mind on track.

She hadn't admitted anything yet. And he was planning to make her beg, of course. So many things to do; he couldn't end it too soon!

?Mine,? he called her, realising that she was losing herself in pleasure without any prompt from him.

He slowed his thrusts and waited for her breath to calm down before returning to tease her.

?Say it,? he prompted, accompanying his words with a rough thrust. Just like he remembered: she liked it.

His pride rose to the sky as he noticed how he could make someone as strong as Samantha sweat. Her back was covered in salty drops, shining under the artificial lights. Her knees were trembling, weak. Her inner walls were squeezing him so much that he had to fight against pleasure. Still, she didn't say a word.

?It's not fun if it's easy,? he commented, pulling back until only the tip was inside her.

He noticed how all her muscles tensed in anticipation of a rough push, how her back arched and her eyes closed, her face distended and fervour growing in her belly.

Instead of shoving it in with strength, like she was asking with her whole body, he moved slow and purposely. Samantha replied with a long, frustrated lament.

Oh, he was having the time of his life.

On the other side, Samantha was deep in trouble. She was annoyed by his behaviour. Anything he did was welcomed by her body with enthusiasm and delight, enough to make her accept to stay like that for as long as he wished. She liked it more than she had liked being on top. Still, nothing was enough to let her reach the peak.

Just as she was starting to adapt to his slow rhythm, he changed again and accelerated, losing most of the strength of the pounding. He was doing it on purpose, and he was taking the time to analyse her reaction to know how to react.

?Rider,? she gasped, coming to terms with her stubbornness.

After all, she had given him permission to act savage. She could admit anything for that one time and go back on her words the next night they met.

?I'm listening,? he said, again breathing against her ear. The air hitting her lobe was unstable just as much as her mind, and she realised that he wasn't as untouched as he wanted her to think.

Yet, it didn't help her.

Knowing he liked tormenting her made her whine again, and she lost it for good. The thought that he enjoyed what he was doing to her broke down her defences, and she agreed to follow his wish.

?I... I like this,? she said. It was for a greater purpose: a single admission in exchange for a climax. It was fair enough, especially in that situation where any more waiting would have killed her.

?You do? How much??

?Oh,? she complained, but she couldn't change her mind again.

Annoyance would fly down in her belly sooner than any other feeling, making her discern everything with more clarity. She could say whatever he wanted: words were just words.

?I like it so much,? she added.

?Do you want to come??

?Oh, yes.?

?Then...? he sighed, pushing inside with another delicious thrust. Oh, she would have said anything to have that again! ?Beg for it.?historical

?I won't,? she murmured, pushing her butt up and grinding it against him. Was it possible that she couldn't do anything?

?If you do that, I will finish before you. You don't want that, Mine, do you??

His voice was low, sensual, and feral. He was growling words against her ear, his chest pressed on her back and his dick deep inside her. He had stopped moving at all, letting her feel him better and with more precision. Every single inch inside of her, and every nerve burning in the heat.

?Beg for it, Mine,? he said. ?And I'll make you feel very, very good.?

?Rider...? she moaned, but her plan disappeared with his lips on her shoulder. She had simply forgotten whatever she wanted to say. His chaste pecks made her lose her mind, giving up anything she had come up with to convince him.

He didn't seem to have any hurry, and two hours - all of a sudden - looked too long. Was he going to keep her hanging for the whole time? Something in his tone, actions, and total absence of hurry confirmed her suspicion. It was her fault for teasing him about time. She didn't even say anything too much, but he was getting back at her with the cruellest of the methods.

Was begging the only way? Really?

But, most importantly, would it have been enough? It was tempting; that was sure.