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It hurt. It felt like ecstasy.
I ground myself against the hard bulge of his cock and received a frayed hiss of pleasure in return.
Damn whatever secrets he was keeping, whatever lies he was telling.Thiswas true. In this shameless world of teeth on flesh and nails on skin, I did not need to ask questions, did not need to dig and argue; our bodies spoke for us, and there was no deception in these frantic, hungry touches. I lowered my hands to his waistband, fumbling with the fastening. He gripped my buttock with bruising strength. I loosened one, two buttons, then gave up on the measured approach and slipped my handbetween skin and linen, desperate to feel him, starved for the sensation of his bare, hard cock against my palm.
Like a brittle chain breaking, the last of his self-restraint snapped at the first touch.
With a vicious snarl, he spun the both of us around in one blisteringly swift motion, pushing me backwards with the weight of his body. I stumbled past leather trunks and fallen dresses until my shoulders thudded against Lyn’s shelves, colourful clothing bulging out on every side of me, fingers slipping over silk and velvet as I tried to find my balance. Creon wouldn’t let me. He’d seized my wrists before I’d recovered, pinning them over my head with infuriating ease; one hand keeping both of my arms in place, the other lowering to his trousers. Two flicks of his fingers were all he needed to unfasten his buttons. His erection sprang free the next moment, thick and throbbing, dark veins patterning the deep bronze length of him.
I let out a breathless laugh, wrestling to extricate myself from his grip. He held me in place without effort, wrapping his free hand around his shaft instead.
‘No,’ I whimpered, writhing. There was no taking my eyes off him – it was almost hypnotic, the sight of his scarred, calloused fingers tightening around that glorious cock of his, giving one excruciatingly slow pump. ‘Don’t youdare…’
‘Hmm?’ he murmured, then did it again.
‘No.No.’ I tried to arch against him, desperate for his touch,anytouch, no matter how insufficient; he inched away from me with perfect feline grace, wings flaring out to maintain his balance. Another mewl of frustration escaped me. ‘You can’t— I can’t—’
He leisurely flicked the pad of his thumb over the smooth pink head, smearing a drop of moisture over that sensitive skin.
‘Creon.’ Just like that, he’d reduced me to a pleading mess, the needy heat burning below my skin as unbearable as physical torture. ‘Creon,please. I need you … I …’
He let go of himself suspiciously easily, left hand still securing my wrists in place. His fingers tenderly cupped my jaw. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, then pressed into my mouth, a hot, insistent intrusion, bringing the musky taste of his pleasure with it.
I bit down on his thumb and sucked hard, lapping every last trace of that salty sweetness off his skin before I let him go again.
He laughed, dragging his wet thumb across my lip a second time, pulling back when I tried to follow. ‘Hungry, cactus?’
‘Bastard,’ I panted, struggling against his hold. ‘As if you don’t know …’
He leaned towards me, so close that I could feel the heat of his tall body through our clothes. The weight of his cock settled against my lower stomach, and I stilled against the shelves, not daring to struggle, not daring to risk him pulling away and robbing me even of that small mercy. My body was achingly hollow, craving his invasion, yearning for that blunt girth to lay me bare and fill me deep. If only I couldmove…
‘What do I know?’ he murmured, teeth scraping the rim of my ear. His voice was dark, low, an intoxicating poison I drank down so, so eagerly. ‘How wet you are? How desperate you are? How much you’d do just to get my cock inside that sweet little slit of yours?’
‘Please.’ The word was a sob, the despair in my voice nothing short of pathetic. I bucked against the cage of his fingers, to no avail – he didn’t yield the slightest fraction of an inch.
‘Unbearable, isn’t it?’ he whispered, kissing my temple as I fought. ‘Feeling useless?’
I barely heard him, let alone registered the words. His free hand was finally trailing down my side, a feathery touch but atouch all the same, and every sliver of my mind abruptly forgot to notice anything else, chasing after that sensation and the agonising relief it offered. Down to my hip. Down to my thigh. Closer to that burning spot that wept for his attention, a need so urgent it grew close to pain.
‘Tell me you need me.’ Another inch down. Ripples of pleasure spread wherever he touched me, as if my body was the still surface of a lake and he was the night breeze itself, leaving no part of me unstirred. His husky voice sent uncontrollable shudders down my spine. ‘Tell me you can’t do this without me.’
‘Ineedyou— Oh, gods.’ His fingertips had slipped past the hem of my dress and reached the bare skin of my thigh, sending a flurry of sparks into the darkest, deepest core of me. Another sob fell from my lips. ‘I’d do anything –anything– just to have you—’
In one swift stroke, his hand lay between my thighs.
I almost came at the first touch, the blissful relief of his fingers sweeping over that sensitive spot just once – finally.Finally. Without wasting time, he slid beneath my underwear, parted my slick lips with two fingers, and plunged the third deep into me with so much force I cried out, knees buckling. If not for his hand keeping my wrists pinned above my head, I might have toppled over under the flood of sensation, the pressure, thefullness, the perfect, maddening rhythm of his strokes as he drew back and thrust two fingers back into me …
‘More.’ I barely recognised the sound of my own voice. ‘Please, Creon. More.’
‘So hungry,’ he purred, thumb strumming the little bud between my lips. His fingers drove deep again, then pulled out in an excruciatingly slow slide, leaving cold, abandoned flesh behind. ‘What do you want, Thenessa? My tongue? My cock? Or are we going to see just how many fingers you can take before you’re blowing apart?’
Gods help me, I would never be prepared for this – rough voice, filthy words, twisting together and winding me up so expertly I barely remembered how to move my lips. ‘Cock— I need—'
His fingers slipped out of me.
He released my wrists at the same moment, so suddenly I staggered against him. Strong arms caught me before I could cry out, hands around my waist, lifting me, pressing me against the overstuffed shelves. I frantically bunched up my dress as I wrapped my legs around his hips. The length of his shaft slid along my soaked underwear, as hard as I was wet, and I could not bite down another whimper.
‘Hard?’ he muttered, cupping my buttock with his left hand to keep me in place as he moved back a fraction. His right fingers peeled away the last barrier of drenched linen between my thighs, and then his blunt head lay against my entrance, a promise that radiated into the tip of my curling toes. ‘Or harder?’
