“Don’t move,” he breathed against me, his mouth hovering so close I felt the vibration of his voice deep inside me.
I nodded desperately, my body taut with need for that stroke again, every nerve screaming for more. His tongue swiped slowly, purposefully, along the soft flesh, circling but never giving me what I craved. My breath broke into shallow pants, veins alight like wildfire.
Then his lips closed around my clit.
A tiny wrecked sound escaped me, head tipping back, vision scattering as shivers cascaded like a storm. He sucked, flicked, released, then took me again, tormenting the pulsing bud until I thought I might die from it.
My thighs quaked around his head, my fantasies collapsing into reality as wet heat pooled shamelessly for him. He devoured me greedily, as though he was taking his last fill of me before his torturous life came to an end.
This might just be the first and the last.
I dared to look down, my vision blurring at the sight of him on his knees, face buried between my legs as he consumed me with a reverence so obscene it almost tipped me over the edge.
The Soulless Man was eating me out.
My professors would dig their own graves and bury themselves if they knew the man they portrayed as ‘evil’ in class was between my legs.
Thrax’s tongue worked ruthlessly, alternating between drawing me in and flicking everywhere at once until my legs trembled violently. I nearly moaned his name as the ache to touch him drove my fingers into his hair, tugging with feral desperation as I drowned under the fire he ignited inside me.
He shivered at my pull, a deep groan vibrating against my core, and the sound unravelled me. My moan shook out of me, my eyes clamping shut as heat swarmed every inch of my body.
I was gone. I was utterly gone. Every atom in me bent, shifted, reshaped to answer the relentless calling of his tongue. It was good.Toogood.
“Oh shit,” I gasped when his tongue plunged into me, hot and thick, fucking me with filthy determination. Tears stung my eyes as I clutched him tighter, incoherent sounds spilling while his groans rumbled inside me like a second heartbeat.
He never stopped. Not once. He didn’t even break for air—just kept pressing, licking, sucking, like he wouldn’t stop until he wrung my soul out through my skin.
And gods,he was close to succeeding.
I writhed helplessly, grinding against him, desperate for the exact pressure I needed. But when I tried to move, his teeth scraped my clit in warning. I froze, then a violent shudder wracked me.
Yes. Oh, yes, yes. Gods, like that.
Still, frustration cracked me open, making me push at his head, begging for control and more, but he was immovable. My nails duginto the counter to anchor myself, as if he wasn’t the only thing tethering me to the earth. But he was torturing me, keeping me on the edge of my desire and dangling it over my face instead of pushing me right into it.
“Please,” I writhed, on the verge of losing my mind as he tongue-fucked me, hips jerking helplessly against his hard grip. A tear fell out of my eye. “Please, Thrax—”
He growled, low and feral, swearing into me before plunging his mouth down harder, devouring me whole.
Then he pulled back.
The sudden loss almost made me cry out, cold air hitting me where his face had been.
I forced my eyes open, chest heaving. His pupils were blown wide, lust etched over his face like war paint. His lips were slick, smeared with me, and he dragged his tongue across them slowly before rising.
Up. Up. Until he towered above me, his body swallowing mine, and I leaned back against the counter to keep from collapsing under the sheer view of him.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Say what?” My voice shook, delirium thick in my blood.
He touched my bottom lip with his thumb, dragging it slowly, eyes locked on the movement. “My name.”
I blinked, heat flashing through me as I realised I hadn’t even known I’d said it aloud. I darted my tongue out to wet my lips—and his thumb—his brows furrowing at the contact as though even that tiny brush unhinged him.
“Thrax,” I whispered.
There was no reaction on his face, just a tightening grip on my jaw before he yanked me up into a bruising kiss, his moan spilling against my mouth, showing me what he could not convey in words. His hand slid down, unerringly, until he found my clit.
