Page 8 of Fae Torn


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I writhed above him, fisting his hair and tugging sharply. He grunted, the sound vibrating against my lips. His calloused hands slid up my bare thighs, pushing the edge of the dress higher.

“You’re not wearing any small-clothes,” he whispered.

I shook my head, breath catching when his fingers brushed my cleft. A whimper escaped me as I raised my hips so he could part my folds, his thumb circling my clit.

“So wet for me already, kitten.” His voice was rough with desire. “I’m going to enjoy sinking into your sweet cunt.”

His hands slipped to my back, and his lips met mine in another passionate kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, teasing and tasting me.

In my old life, the idea of kissing after not brushing my teeth or taking a shower would have grossed me out. Here, it didn’t matter. We could both die at a moment’s notice. The need to connect with another human being overrode everything else.

I moaned as his rough beard scraped deliciously against my skin. Our loud breathing blocked out the creepy dungeon noises.

The world outside of our embrace faded away, replaced by the heat of our bodies and the urgency of our need. Than’s hands roamed my back, pulling me closer to him. His hard cock pressed insistently against my wetness, making me shiver with anticipation.

My mind screamed at me to be careful, to not let this moment cloud my judgment. But my body craved the release Than could give me.

“Please,” I whimpered, breaking away from the kiss.

His eyes were dark with lust, and he nodded, understanding my unspoken plea. He gripped my hips, lifting them before guiding himself inside of me.

I gasped as he filled me, stretching me the way I craved. I braced myself against his massive chest, digging my nails into his skin as he began to thrust. The pleasure coursing through me drowned out the fear that had been clawing at my heart.

“Harder, Than,” I begged, my voice ragged. “Don’t hold back.”

He obliged, slamming into me with enough force to make my vision blur. The pain mixed with the pleasure, heightening my senses until I felt like I’d explode.

“Than!” I cried, my body tensing as my channel pulsed, gripping his cock.

But he didn’t stop, continuing to pound into me as my orgasm shook my entire body. The room spun until his cock provided the only constant inside of me, never letting up, driving me higher toward another climax.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Beth... I can’t...”

“Come with me,” I urged, my voice barely audible above the sound of our bodies colliding.

Than stiffened, his hips raised, and then he pulled me down so hard, another orgasm tore through me. His cock released inside of me, hot and powerful, as he let out a guttural cry. Our voices mingled in ecstasy, echoing off the walls of the icy room.

It took me a few minutes to recover. Breathing heavily, my body slick with sweat and come, I watched as Than’s chest heaved with exertion. His brown eyes met mine, and he pulled me tighter against him until my head rested on his chest.

I nodded off, rocked by the rise and fall of his ribcage. I didn’t know how long I’d slept, but when his hand rubbed my ass, I snapped back to being awake.

Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten my joking comment about his stamina. A hard slap on my bare cheek made me jump as he chuckled. But then he soothed the sting, and I pushed against his hand, my heart rate going up.

“Ready for more?” His voice was a low growl, though the question in his eyes betrayed a hint of vulnerability.

A thrill raced down my spine as he tightened his arms around me. I was still dripping with his release, and he didn’t bother with foreplay. Instead, he lifted me up effortlessly, repositioning me so that my wet heat hovered above his rock-hard cock.

“Do it,” I whispered, my voice quivering.

Without hesitation, he lowered me, my body stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. I gasped as he filled me, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. As we moved, our rhythm quickened, driven by a primal need that consumed us both.

“Than. Fuck. Harder.” My fingers grasped his muscular shoulders as I clung to him. He responded with a guttural groan, pounding into me relentlessly.

“Kitten, you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his grip on my hips bruising as we chased our release.

My climax built again, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to engulf me. My desperation grew with every thrust against my insides, with every slide against my clit.

“Than, I’m gonna come,” I cried out, my vision blurring at the edges.

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