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“Thane—”
“Now, Constance.” Arms folded over his chest, he resembled some sort of ancient warrior.
Resigned to her fate, Connie muttered under her breath and obeyed his order. She called him several uncomplimentary names that suited him, tossing her pants to the edge of the blanket, followed by her panties. Her skin came alive in the cool air, her pussy enjoying the brisk kiss. “I want it on record that I'm protesting this barbaric treatment.”
Laughing, Thane snagged her by the hips and yanked her close. “Gonna tell Daddy Atticus on me, sugar?”
“Maybe.” She huffed, trying not to enjoy the possessive grip of his hands on her skin. Not bruising, nowhere near, but firm enough she'd have to put real effort in to wrench away. “He'd kick your ass for me, all the way back to Avalon.”
“I think he'd be more likely to tell you to trust your Dom and do as I say. I'm not going to hurt you, Connie.” His stubble tickled her neck as he bent to kiss her shoulder. “Lie down on your stomach, cushion your head on your arms, and just relax. I've got you, all the way to the finish line.”
Okay, she could do this. She'd gotten through taking the plug, and in all fairness, she couldn't deny that after the first moments of hating it, she was at peace with it. The circumstances were nothing like what had happened with Evan; her whole relationship with Thane was a world apart from that travesty. Maybe that was why she found herself turning around and sinking to her knees on the blanket, trembling—with the cold, of course. Or so she tried to convince herself. Thane had given her no reason to fear him, and he wouldn't start now.
Her hands slipped forward over the material, bearing her weight until she was stretched out flat. Blowing out a harsh breath, she closed her eyes and crossed her arms beneath her head. The sound of Thane undressing made her skin twitch. She was really doing this. Facing one of her biggest fears, bearding the anxiety dragon in its den.
“Good girl, Connie. You know how this goes. I pull, you exhale hard and push.” He crouched beside her, his palm rubbing the curve of her cheeks. There was a gentleness in him that surprised her often—physically, emotionally, and it showed in his mannerisms.
She flinched when he reached between her legs, fingers gliding effortlessly along her wet seam, along her perineum, until he grasped the end of the plug, twisting it gently. Tender nerves flared to life, making her gasp. “Christ, don't do that!”
“Feel good?” he asked, continuing to twist as he tugged the toy, testing the resistance of her muscles.
“No,” she moaned in denial, lying through her teeth.
“That's a shame.”
Another hard tug, and she felt herself arch against the sensation of something moving in her back passage. She whimpered, taking a hurried breath in and exhaling deeply, relieved as the steel was expelled in a rush. She went limp, praying she wasn't as open and exposed as her body was telling her she was.
“Beautiful,” Thane murmured reverently.
Something cool dripped down her crack, insideher, then his fingers slipped into her. Lube, she realized. He was taking precautions with her even though the stupid toy had done its job, making sure she was slick and capable of clearing the final hurdle with him.
God, she loved him. Part of her wanted to get up and run, but it was a minimal part. The rest of her was handing over full control, trusting him like she had no other. Trying to calm her breathing, she set her teeth against her forearm, biting into her jacket.
She heard the crinkle of foil, envisioned him sheathing his cock in a condom. Protecting her every step of the way.
“I know the bad shit happened when he had you on your hands and knees, sugar, so we're not going to do this how you'd expect. I want you to sit on my lap. I'd rather see your eyes, be able to watch your face, but I understand how intimate that is. So, this once, I'll let you choose which way you sit.”
When she opened her eyes, she saw him sitting beside her, his legs stretched out into a narrow vee. His cock jutted up from his groin, erect and primed, and she'd been correct about the condom. Latex fitted the thick shaft so well, she could see the plump veins feeding his erection.
Hesitantly, she pushed herself up and crawled onto his lap, facing him. He wasn't the only one with a need to see his lover's eyes and read every nuance of emotion. Conquering a fear required strength, courage, and hers was waning. Straddling him, she counted her breaths, knowing she was breathing too fast.
“Take it easy, sugar. Lift yourself up, that's it. No, don't look over there. Look at me, Connie. Eyes on me, all the time.”
Lube-slicked latex kissed her pussy, then slid back under the guidance of his hand. Her heart stuttered as the broadcrown notched against her anus, sank in just a little. Her shoulders moved restlessly, a silent protest, but Thane simply gripped her nape in a fierce grip, squeezing lightly.
“Ease yourself down, sugar. Gently now. No rush. Relax and let your weight do the work, just like in your office. Fuck, I bet you feel so damn good.” His eyes lit with a hunger that almost scared her, the amber blazing with heat and ravenous desire. “A little more, Con. Let me in. I'm thicker than the plug, but not by much. You can take me.”
Connie froze, feeling the head spread her open. It didn't hurt, not how she'd anticipated. The faintest burn sizzled along her nerve endings, drawing an uncertain moan from her throat. Beneath her, Thane's hips lifted, and the pressure grew until his cock slipped inside her. She went rigid, her back arching, stunned by the intrusion. The plump crown was definitely thicker than the goddamn toy, she thought, and if he believed it was not by much, he needed to get a tape measure and assess that shit properly.
“There we go.” Pride and approval flavored his tone. “Work yourself onto me, Connie. All the way down, that's my girl.”
She didn't have much choice. Her body had taken over, locking her anxious brain into a cell. Her insides quivered, fluttering around his cock like a welcome committee. She dropped her head forward onto his shoulder, her hands sliding around his back, only for him to ease her back and cup her face.
“Eyes on me,” he demanded, thrusting his hips up again and driving another inch into her. “This is our time, Connie. You and me, alone. I want to feel that wet pussy rub against my skin, and the root of my cock press against you. Take every inch of me, sugar. I can feel you squeezing me like a goddamn fist,” he groaned, slamming his mouth to hers and stealing another kiss.
There was too much pressure, so much fullness. Logically, she knew she could take him, but she wasn't in a logical mood. There wasn't a single thought in her head about Evan or acid, pain and torture. They were long past that now, and Evan no longer held a claim on her. The chains of fear fell away, clattering to the ground.
With a cry, she shoved her hips down, her startled gaze reflected in the amber of Thane's. Panting, mewling, she caught her breath before she began to laugh. “Is this really happening, Thane?”
