I forced my eyes back to him, and its effect on him was instant. His head snapped back, veins bulging, every muscle taut, his body a canvas of breaking control. A raw, guttural sound ripped from his chest as hot ropes of cum spilled over his hand and onto the floor, mixing with the spray of the shower before disappearing into the drain.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. I watched the Soulless Man fall apart in front of me, fucking his fist until his body shuddered with release.
It was nothing short of cinematic. A ten out of ten.
And then his head lowered, those black eyes spearing me as he let his cock go. I nearly choked on the lump lodged in my throat as I saw it fully.Damn.He was perfectly endowed, thick, and still hard as if his orgasm hadn’t done a thing to sate him. He really looked like a man who could go again. My mouth watered.
His chest rose and fell heavy as he increased the shower to rinse himself clean, water sluicing over muscle and scar. Then he stepped out and snatched a towel from the rack, wrapped it around his waist, and stalked towards me.
I still couldn’t move.
Thrax swept his wet hair back, then reached for my face, his finger grazing along my temple as he slid my hair behind my ear. That simple touch—soft where he was all hard edges—shot lightning to my clit, a cruel reminder that all I could do was watch him and there was nothing I could do to have him that instant.
His eyes stayed on mine, voice hoarse. “That was the best release yet.” He leaned closer, words hot against my skin. “Now feel what you do to me.”
When he reached for the knob, I moved to the side, letting him open the door. He walked out, leaving me hot, aching, and desperate in the bathroom with my clit swollen and my body screaming for my own release.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SANORA
“Do you want to watch a video on lovemaking?”
Thrax turned his head from where he sat by the window, spinning his dagger. That dagger, the same one I’d seen in my dream. He’d had it for such a long time.
It was afternoon, and like yesterday, he had not stepped outside like he usually did. He probably did in the night after I slept, because that was the only explanation for why he was bathing and fucking himself before dawn in the bathroom. I’d have to wash my brain with acid to get rid of his naked image. Anytime I closed my eyes, he was there, as though he’d let me see him for the purpose of haunting my memory.
He looked at me where I stood in the doorway, one hand braced on the knob, head poked in.
“Why would I watch a video on lovemaking?” His voice was flat.
I shrugged casually.
Then his gaze sharpened, his head tilting in that usual way. “If by lovemaking, you mean porn?”
I faked a scandalised gasp. “What? That’s crude. How doyouknow what porn is?”
“Humankind is stupidly creative,” he drawled, dagger twirling with a snap of his fingers. “And you don’t take me for an idiot now, do you?”
“Is that a no?”
He turned back to the window.
Sure is.
I bit down a smile, retreated, and slipped into my room. Leaving my own door deliberately open, I climbed onto my bed and hit play, cranking the volume to its loudest setting.
A male voice gave instructions to a naked girl on screen. Then he came into view, stroking himself once before sliding into her. Moans spilled from the speaker, but all I could think of was Thrax. The way his hand had gripped his cock in the shower, the brutal rhythm, the guttural sound he’d made when he came.
Gods.
And suddenly, he was in the male’s place, those long, thick fingers fisting himself, that brutal thrust burying into me instead of her. My clit throbbed instinctively, clamping down on nothing as their skin-slapping sounds echoed through my room.
I bit my lip down on a smile. It took exactly two minutes and forty seconds before his door opened. I didn’t look up. I pretended to be engrossed as his presence filled my doorway, then my room. I only tilted my head when he stopped beside my bed.
“Oh,” I said sweetly. “You changed your mind—”
He snatched the laptop with one hand, slammed it shut with the other. The sound cracked like thunder, making me gasp.
