“Thrax...”
“Don’t say my name like that,” he bit out. His head dropped back down, eyes wild and black, giving in. “Fine. You want it?”
I nodded, breathless. “You’ll guide me?”
He smirked, but it was empty of humour. “Don’t think you can’t get whatever you want when you’re on your knees looking up at me like that with tears in your eyes, Sanora. I’d bring the whole world to its knees if you asked me right now.”
My ego bloomed, but before I could respond, both his hands fisted my hair—one anchoring behind, one pressing down on my head.
“I’m not in control right now,” he warned. “Tap out if it’s too much, clear?”
And then he was moving me, guiding his cock into my mouth, into my throat, deeper than I thought I could take. I gagged around him, my pussy clenching violently as my nails dug into his thighs.
My lungs burned. My chest heaved. But then he yanked me back only to slam back in again, and I nearly saw stars.
“That sound—” his voice cracked, hoarse and broken, “—is going to haunt me forever.” His hips bucked harder, guiding my head faster. “Look at me,Nher. Keep those beautiful green eyes on me. Be my undoing.”
Despite the tears streaking my cheeks, I flicked my gaze up, forcing myself to meet his blurred silhouette.
“Fuck my goddamned life,” he snarled, punctuating every thrust. His cock slammed into the back of my throat again and again, his hand tugging my hair in rhythm with his movements.
Then he stilled and let go, his breathing heavy. “Make me come yourself,” he demanded.
Letting fresh air into my lungs, I seized him with my hand, stroking hard and fast, spitting down to slick the motion. My tongue teased the underside of his crown before I took him into my mouth again, desperate to tear him apart completely.
He groaned my name, guttural, as his cock pulsed hot against my tongue. I pulled off at the last second, wrapping my fist around him and stroking furiously, watching him unravel.
“Fuck, Sanora,” he growled, voice shattering as his orgasm ripped through him. His release shot hot and thick, hitting my tongue, and without thinking I swallowed. His body shook above me, muscles visibly tightening as I kept stroking, dragging every last drop from him. My pussy throbbed in protest, aching, begging for friction, but I didn’t stop until his cock finally stopped twitching in my grip.
And when I let him go, when I thought he’d soften...he was still semi-hard and heavy. No surprises there. Six hundred years worth orgasm was trapped in there, one that could not be undone with just a release from me. Even though he took care of himself from time to time, it still wouldn’t compare. He’d never be completely satisfied with only his fist.
Thrax bent and scooped me up from my knees, bringing my body to his. His hands gripped firmly under my arse, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, chest pressed to his. His skin was fucking burning, and it did nothing to sate my need. Desperate and needy, I ground my pussy helplessly against the hard plane of his abdomen, searching for relief, my soaked panties leaving heat and wetness smeared against his stomach with every shift.
“Needy, Sanora?” His voice taunted, vibrating through my chest where it pressed to his.
I nipped at his jaw. “You don’t particularly just go back to sleep after bringing the Soulless Man to orgasm.”
“Oh, yeah?” A low, sinful chuckle rumbled against my ear, dark and amused, before my back met the icy wall of the shower chamber. The contrast startled me, and his eyes glittered. “Then take that off.”
I obeyed, pulling my nightie over my head, baring myself while his grip never wavered beneath me. The moment my chest came into view, his gaze caught on the scar at my shoulder. I’d forgotten it was the first time he was seeing my upper body naked, and I waited for him to question what happened, to kill the mood by having me narrate and revisit the memory, but he just leaned forward and traced his lips reverently on it, hot breath fanning my skin.
“Sanora?” he called, adjusting my weight properly on his arms.
A hot ache pooled between my thighs, soaking deeper into the thin cotton barrier. “Huh?”
“Start fucking yourself,” he commanded against my skin. “I want to see you fuck yourself.”
My breath hitched, but I didn’t argue. My hand slid between us as his mouth traced a path from my shoulder, down my throat, lingering at my ear before trailing back to taste me again. My panties clung to me, drenched, my clit swollen and pulsing with need.
The second my finger brushed it, a violent shiver shook through me. My body jolted, my head falling back against the wall. I was drenched, my arousal coating my finger instantly as I circled the sensitive bud, gasping, while Thrax’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking with such ferocity I knew tomorrow my skin would be covered in bruises that screamed his name.
A moan broke from my throat. It was heady—pleasuring myself while in his arms. He pulled back from my skin, gaze dropping between us. His eyes darkened instantly. “These damn cottons.”
Still holding me up with one arm, he reached up with the other and tugged hard at the thin fabric. It dug into my hip before snapping, tearing in his fist, and the violence of it rocked me. He dropped the ruined panties to the floor and reclaimed my weight with both hands. “Now do it properly.”
The way he looked down at me—like he owned me, like he was being wrecked by me—made my bones terribly weak. My fingers worked feverishly against my clit, each flick making me whimper. It wasn’t even the touch, it was the fact that his eyes were locked on my pussy—that was what was doubling the sensation and making every movement on my clit electrifying.
“Go in,” he rasped, jaw tight, chest rising like he was the one about to shatter. “Fuck yourself, Sanora.”
