#Chapter 433- Catharsis Ella
I barely have time to close the door before Sinclair slams me against it, but I don’t feel an ounce of pain, No, because I need this just as badly as he does – and I want him, hard, now
Sinclair grabs me low behind my thighs, yanking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. Eager, already panting, I shove at the fabric of my skirts, getting it out of the way as he moves one hand between us, fumbling at the button of his pants before shoving them down and freeing himself.
Then he returns his hand to me, a single deft move tearing the delicate fabric of my panties, tossing them to the ground-
Sinclair groans, fierce and feral, as he drives his hard, thick cock deep into me in a single powerful thrust. The moan that rips from my own throat matches his. Because I want him – need him as badly as he does me at this moment, after that horrible surprise.
We spent two more hours in that hall holding back our emotions, greeting delegations, doing our best playing happy King and Queen while all along our emotions were roiling inside
And I could feel it, the whole time, our rage, and our panic, and our desire to end that horrible man and to destroy every single one of the damned Atalaxians, who clearly planned this
We passed the emotions back and forth between ourselves down the bond, unable to help it, until we reached this fever pitch.
When it finished – when we were all done greeting delegations – we both know that we needed this – this, and only this, to work out our rage and our frustration somewhere – on each other
Roger and Cora had walked away with us and Cora had been confused when I hastily passed the baby to her – because of course, of course she assumed that the last thing I would want with Xander in the palace is to be away from Rafe for a single moment
But Roger had taken her arm, and tugged her away with him for a moment, letting Sinclair and I hurry ahead, because he could tell that we needed space.
Space for this, to tear each other apart and find each other again always have as we
My back curves with want, with need, my hips pulsing along with each of Sinclair’s steady, long trusts into me. He doesn’t hold himself back for a single second, wrapping his fist into the hair at the back of my neck, pulling my head back and exposing my throat. As he pounds himself into me, venting his pent-up rage, I moan my encouragement to him, telling him to give me more, to go harder.
My mate, ever willing, complies, slamming himself into me again and again. I’m as eager as he is, panting, and when my body begins to come to its crest, as I begin to spill over and over, my whole body clenching against him, holding him tight, Sinclair roars, low and deep. And then he lowers his face to my throat and sinks his fangs deep into my mating mark, sending me again into a deep wave of pleasure that makes me moan and shake around him.
He finds his own end then, spilling himself into me, so thick and heavy, warm and rich that the sensation makes me moan again as I cling to him, panting, the echoes of my completion running through me again and again.
I’m still pressed up against the door with Sinclair leaning hard against me a few moments later when my eyes finally flutter open as I come back to myself. We’re both still panting, hard, and I bury my hands in my mate’s hair, forcing my breaths to deepen, to come back to myself.
When he feels my breathing change, Sinclair shakes his head a little and pulls it back, looking up into my face. ” Ella,” he says, shaking his head, his voice thick.
“No,” I murmur, sensing the apology on his tongue. I stare into his face, nodding to him, making him see it. “I needed it too. I wanted it, Dominic. Just like that.”
He murmurs something unintelligible to me, pulling away from the door and carrying me with him to a nearby chair that he sinks into, taking me with him to settle into his lap. His shoulders still shake, just a little, with the aftershock of everything.
We stay like that for a long few moments before he shakes his head again, clearing it, and looks back up at me, more himself now than he was a few minutes ago when we entered the room.
“Are you all right?” he asks, and then his eyes dip to my neck and shoulder, to the blood there. “Shit…” he murmurs.
I laugh a little and close my eyes for a second, placing a hand over my mark. There’s a flare of lavender behind my eyes, but a moment later when I pull my hand away the wound is gone. “I’m fine,” I say, smiling at him. “Goddess- born, remember? And like I said – I needed it too.”
He looks towards the door to the rest of our suite then, worried. “We should get to Rafe – ”
“A minute,” I murmur, turning his face back to me. “Dominic – I know why I needed that. It…it gives me a great deal of comfort, to pass control over to you, to let you take charge of me, and take care of me. But – how are you? Is it enough? Do you feel…are you all right?”
My mate takes a moment to let a growl rumble in his chest, letting me know how deep his pleasure in me is. ” Ella,” he murmurs, pulling me deeper into his lap so that he can lower his face over mine, nudging me with his nose. ” You are my entire comfort in this world. But yes I was…so angry, and frustrated, and wanted to –
“To kill them all?” I murmur, smiling a little.
“Yes,” he growls before pressing a long and lingering kiss to my mouth. “I shouldn’t have let them get me so riled. But they played their cards precisely right.”
“Well,” I murmur, wiggling against him suggestively, and eliciting a low growl from my mate that makes pleasure streak through me again, ” anytime you need to take that ferocious energy out and avoid creating an international incident…you know where to find me.”
His growl deepens as he runs a hand down my body from shoulder to ass, dipping his head to press a kiss to my neck, and then my chest.
“You joke, Ella,” he murmurs, “but… you have no idea how much you steady me. Because that – I mean, some people might not understand, might think I was just taking out my anger on you, but -”
“No,” I say, serious, placing my hands on his cheeks and turning his face up to me. “I understand, Dominic. I feel…precisely the same. I want to be that for you, as you are for me.”
He kisses me then, a different kind of claiming than the one against the door a moment ago, but still just as powerful. Sinclair and I – our physical connection has always been more than just sex. It has always allowed us to come together, to be each other’s refuge.
Today was just…a vivid example of that fact.
A little knock comes at the far door.
“Cora,” I sigh, and then my mate gives a little grumble of assent as I stand up and move towards the door, scooping up my ruined panties on the way and tossing them in a trashcan as my mate, behind me, does up his pants.
Then, I pull open the door to see my wide-eyed sister standing with her mate, who smirks knowingly. Rafe, still unhappy, cries in Cora’s arms.
