His eyes lock on mine. ‘Are you sure?’ he asks.
‘Gods, yes!’ The words leave my mouth with unfettered desperation, which only increases at the sight of the satisfaction that glimmers in his eyes. Such beautiful fucking eyes. At this moment, they’re enough to make me forget everything else.
For one excruciating moment, he stays there on the edge of everything we need. And then, in one fluid stroke, he pushes his length into me.
‘Gods help me!’ I can’t hide the gasp this time, and my fingers claw at his skin. It may have only been a few days since Galreck, but somehow, in that time, I have forgotten howthickhe is. How utterly he stretches me. I moan at the rush of sensation, the sound low and deep.
‘Too much?’ he questions as he starts to pull out of me. But I’m not having it. My hips thrust against him, pressing him deeper still and giving him all the answers he needs. My breath is seized within me as he keeps his motions torturously slow, rocking in and out inch by inch, letting me adjust to his size, but I don’t want to be coddled now. I want to hurt tomorrow.
‘Not too much,’ I pant. ‘More. Fuck me so I’ll feel it tomorrow.’
‘Oh, Gods. You’re so fucking tight, love,’ he groans. ‘So wet. So tight. Such a good girl for me, Rose. Aren’t you such a good girl?’
My mind goes deliciously blank. ‘Yes,’ I manage. ‘Please.’
‘Please what?’ he teases.
‘More. Faster. Harder.’
‘Your wish is my command.’ This time he pulls back fully and thrusts into me deeply. I cry out, skin slapping against skin as he fills me completely. ‘Oh Gods!’
‘You’re perfect,’ he groans, ‘so fucking perfect for me, Thorn. Take it all now, sweetheart.’
Each delicious inch fills my contours as if he were made for me, and the world narrows to slick warmth and delicious friction, to the way we fit together. I raise my hips to meet him, thrust for thrust and heat for heat, as my body grows slick with sweat.
‘You will always be my distraction,’ he groans as his fingers toy with my clit. Sparks ripple over the sensitive skin, bringing me perilously close to the edge.
‘I’m almost there,’ I pant. ‘So close.’
‘Not yet, Thorn.’ He snatches his fingers away. ‘Not until I say you can.’
The frustration burns within me. The need to unravel. And whatever modicum of restraint he’s showing, I know it’s only moments away from fraying too as he murmurs my name low and rough, as though it is being pulled from him against his will.
‘Please!’ I don’t care that I’m begging – don’t even care how quiet or loud my voice is – and it’s with fervent relief that his fingers return to my skin. With them comes a new pace, more urgent and fervent than ever before. I can feel it building within him, too – that need to release.
‘Now! Come for me, now, Thorn. Let me hear you scream.’
Even if I wanted to disobey him, I couldn’t. His magic sparks on my clit, sending me tumbling over the edge as he too falls past the point of any restraint. My muscles clench and spasm, and the pleasure that surges through me is bolstered by the groan that tears from his throat and vibrates through every part of me. He clasps my body to his, the heat and urgency of the moment refusing to subside as one tremor after another rolls through us both, pushing us as close together as is physically possible. Thunder cracks above us and lightning strikes illuminate the sky.
Finally the quakes abate, and the sky above us steadies, though my legs are still trembling and my breathing is ragged as he sinks down beside me and pulls me into his arms.
Warmth on warmth. Secrets on secrets.
Chapter 57
Ilet myself lie in his arms too long. And we both know it. The silence that started warm and needy becomes more pronounced and awkward with every inhale and exhale.
‘Do you know what would make this better?’ I ask, needing to break the rising tension.
‘What?’
‘Ruben.’
He instantly scatters sparks across my skin, making me laugh even as I complain. ‘Ow! I just mean because he’swarmand I’m fuckingcold.’
‘I will forgive you for speaking his name,’ he murmurs dangerously to me, ‘but only because I know you can still feel me inside you. And I will make it my life’s mission to make sure you never, ever, think of him before, during, or after sex ever again.’
‘Oh yeah?’ I arch an eyebrow. ‘What am I supposed to think of then?’ It’s hard to keep the grin from my lips as his eyes darken further still.
