?But. . .
?My voice studders and I hate it as I whisper, “I’ve never done this before.”
?There’s no game or other motive behind it this time. Varian fucked me with his fingers which, with that thought has me squeezes my thighs together because I want him to do it again, but everything was heightened by the hunt.
?And Darian has said it’s not about getting him off but about helping me. Most of the time I’m too consumed by the pleasure and pain to be able to do anything anyways.
?It’s. . . intimidating.
?Sure, I’ve had fantasies and imagined scenes, but there’s a difference between what’s in your mind and what’s real.
?What if I mess up, or I don’t know where to put my hands, or I hurt him, or it just doesn’t feel good.
?So many thoughts, too many thoughts and emotions and feelings and worries and anxiety. Maybe there’s a reason I shouldn’t be touched. Another kind of punishment because I’m not meant to do this and I’m actually really bad at sex. Peoplecan be bad at it. Cordellia has said that to me before and that’s why courtesans are some of the best actresses.
?Warm hands cup my jaw and I meet twin blood moons holding so much tenderness. I don’t know what he sees in my eyes but I don’t know if I can do this anymore. Fingers and tongues are one thing, and I doubt in the grand scheme of things his dick pushing through my hymen is that much of a difference – which, I don’t even know if it’s still intact considering what that sun devil did – but it’s everything else.
?I want to. I think. . ? Yes.
?No.
?He leans down and his lips brush over my forehead before he whispers, “Do you remember your safe word, my poison girl?”
?My body involuntarily shivers and my instincts heighten. There’s a flutter near my lower stomach at his tone and the insinuation.
?“Yes,” I breathe.
?“Then get on the damn bed.”
?My entire body stills. My heart thundering and I don’t try to control it.
?“No.”
?He softly brushes his lips over my forehead again, and then faster than I can track his hands go to my waist and I’m flying backward.
?My ass doesn’t even touch the covers before I’m twisting and running. Naked be damned, I will not be doing this.
?But I don’t even get close to the door before my hands are caged behind my back and my front is pressed into the sheets.
?“I’m not kidding, Thorne!” I spit at him. “Let me go.”
?Fingertips with blunt nails trace along my waist and hip before there’s a smack and my face flames as my core clenches. I could tell I was already getting wet, but that just. . . that –oh my fucking god.
?He hums as his hand sooths the burn on my right ass cheek before I feel his lips begin tracing along my spine. When he gets up near my neck and shoulder he whispers so softly, “No, poison drop.”
?Then I feel something hard press against me and he groans.
?“Varian is going to love spanking this ass if you’re already this wet from it, love.”
?Hearing the devil’s name, and especially out of my demon’s mouth, has my core fluttering again and my eyes roll in the back of my head as he slides his cock through my folds.
?My heart thunders as adrenaline makes me want to run but that dark little part of my mind hopes he won’t let me.
?“S – stop. Stop it, Thorne.” Panicked and little self-conscious voices are whispering, but please dear god don’t let him stop.
?He hums before using his feet to nudge mine, making my legs spread further apart.
?“Stop?” he repeats while sliding through me again and I can feel all the wetness being collected on his dick. His head rubbing over and over against my clit. His hands tighteningaround my wrists and waist. His tongue licking my shoulder blade before pressing a kiss to it. It makes me shutter. “Now why would I do that when you feel so good, hmm?”
