She wanted to scream, to claw at his face, to spit in his mouth and bite down until her teeth snapped.
But instead, her body shuddered against his as she sank the rest of the way down, finally taking all of him inside.
Her breath caught. For a moment, the pain pulsed through her like lightning. Her thighs quivered with the effort of staying still, her chest heaving, sweat dampening the curve of her back.
Then silence.
His chest rose and fell beneath her. His arms remained still. He didn't thrust up or grind into her.
He simply waited, watching her with that same unreadable expression, the kind that made her feel like she was a prisoner in the gallows while he sat on a throne.
She sat there, frozen, impaled on the man she hated most in the world.
"Why aren't you moving?" she demanded, her voice raw.
"Because I want you to move," Zyren said, voice like velvet and smoke. "I want to hear your moans of pleasure as you grind deeper into me"
