He rubbed me with the same intensity as the kiss, my back arching violently as sparks detonated in my body. I clung to him, my legs quivering, voice breaking into shattered moans that he swallowed.
Then his finger thrust inside me.
My body spasmed so hard my teeth sank into his lip, blood flooding my tongue.
He pulled back, his finger buried to the knuckle, holding still while his other hand clamped down on my hip, keeping me from grinding against him. My chest heaved, satisfaction breaming as I saw the crimson bead on his mouth.
He smiled and licked it away slowly, wickedly so, his hand coming to cup my breast through my shirt while his finger began to move again.
One long, thick finger—stretching me more than my fantasies had dared—worked inside me, coaxing slick sounds from my body. My eyes fluttered, my moan a broken mess as he pinched my nipple, rolling it at the exact moment he forced in another finger.
Oh, fuck.
I gasped, the fullness shocking me and pulling my breath from my chest. His eyes held mine while his fingers plunged deeper, faster, his pace growing merciless as my body clamped around them.
“Oh gods—I’m going to—” The words fractured into moans, my head tipping back, orgasm rushing like a tidal wave. “Yes. Fuck, yes,” I cried. “Please, don’t stop.” I continued pleading nonsense, my walls tightening around his fingers as they fucked me brutally, nails clawing at his shirt as I held unto him.
Thrax’s other hand left my nipple, sliding up to my neck. He wrapped it around my throat, bringing my head close to his.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded, voice dripping with need that made me headier.
I forced my teary eyes open, breath hitching at the look on his face. My brows were pulled together in raging pleasure, hands still gripping his shirt like I needed saving.
“How many times have you thought of this?” he rasped, each word a strike of lightning in my chest.
“A lot,” I whispered hoarsely.
His brows knitted as if the thought alone let loose something he’d always kept chained down. “Fuck, Sanora.”
Fuck.
The curse from his mouth snapped something inside me. Pleasure detonated, my orgasm slamming through me, vicious and unstoppable. My toes curled painfully, my cries swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me through it, groaning into me as though he could taste the climax on my tongue.
His fingers didn’t stop, they fucked harder and faster, holding me down as I writhed, cried and shattered under him.
When the storm in me slowly ebbed, I was panting and trembling, my body still clenching weakly around his fingers. I was so sensitive that I couldn’t stop shuddering until he slipped his fingers out, the loss leaving me raw as wetness ran down my thighs.
I was breathless, dazed, unable to process anything but the way he now kissed my nose like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he picked my panties and crouched, gently threading them back up my legs, covering me with steady hands as though he hadn’t just ruined me.
“That should be enough to get you off the edge you’ve been on lately,” he murmured, sealing it with a kiss to my jaw before striding into the kitchen.
I blinked after him, still spasming every few seconds. “Like you didn’t put me there when you let me watch you jack yourself off.”
He laughed under his breath, soft and utterly at odds with the throbbing ache he’d left inside me.
“You should be hungry,” he said.
I should be...I should be what? Hungry?
I stared at him wide-eyed, my body wrecked and my mind shattered into pieces—while he moved casually through the kitchen like he hadn’t just eaten me alive and left me fighting for air.
Like he didn’t have a bulge straining against his trousers.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
SANORA
I walked into the library with my head bent to my phone, scrolling through the photos my mother had just sent me. The images were of our neighbour’s house, Van Elliott’s, blackened and gutted, the skeleton of wood and metal jutting out against the sky like broken bones.
