I froze.
Huh?
“I’ve been watching you eat here for so long, and sometimes all I think about is placing you right here and consuming you. So sit. It’s my turn to eat.” He turned back to the sink, twisting on the faucet.
The mouth of this man. “You’ll be the death of me,” I breathed.
“Then come die on my tongue.”
Like those words weren’t already battery to my dead cell, he looked over his shoulder and saw me still rooted where I stood. “Do you want me to beg, Sanora?”
No, he didn’t need to. The only reason I wasn’t already rushing to him was because of how brutally his straightforwardness had shot heat straight between my thighs. But now that he mentioned begging, maybe I wouldn’t mind hearing it.
“Maybe,” I murmured with a shrug.
That was all it took. Thrax strode out of the kitchen with wide, hurried steps, and a gasp tore out of me when he bent low and scooped me into his arms, my bag and phone tumbling to the floor. He carried me back to the kitchen, setting me on the counter and forcing my legs wide apart so he could stand between them.
My chest thundered, and there was no hiding the need he’d lit inside me, no stopping the rush of arousal climbing higher with every second.
“Unfortunately,Nher, that was me begging nicely.” He threaded his fingers in my hair at the back of my skull, bringing my head close to his. He stopped when our lips were less than one centimetre apart, letting them hover close to each other as he spoke, “Now, start undressing.”
I tried to move closer to kiss him, but he held my head in place with the grip at the back of my skull. Bringing my hands down, I pulled the band of my skirt, shifting my hips to ease it past my waist. Thrax gave me a moment, stepping back to watch, his silence heavy, his stare dragging over me like heat itself.
Therefore, I gave him a show.
Leaving my panties to stay on for now, I tugged my blue top over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I was left in my bra and panties—both of which he’d bought today. The accuracy of their sizes was what shocked me the most. To be honest, it was unsettling and arousing at once.
Slowly, my hands reached behind me to unclasp my bra, the straps sliding off my shoulders before I let it fall, exposing myself inch by inch.
His heated eyes never left me, a flicker of obsession in them as he pushed his hair back just to see me more clearly. He did this every time I undressed—drinking me in as though it was the first time, as though he couldn’t quite comprehend the beauty that I was. Each time, his gaze was the same, like a man who had been swept off his feet.
I loved the way he stared. It made me a little shy, but I loved it.
“Will you take off my panties?”
His eyes flicked up from my chest, dark with lust. “My pleasure.”
He closed the distance, his fingers hooking at my waist, and I shifted instinctively. He slid the lace down my hips, then lower, pulling until they slipped free from my legs. When I was completelybare to him, he stepped back, pausing to admire, needing that moment to let it sink in.
“Spread your legs for me,Nher.”
Heat coursed through my bloodstream, blood rushing to my ears as arousal pooled thick at my core from that simple command. My body betrayed me, wet and ready before his hands had even touched me. This man only had to speak and I’d be clenching my legs for him.
Doing as he said, I gradually parted my thighs, opening for him, breath quickening at the raw hunger in his stare.
“That is not wide,” he said, voice low, eyes fixed lower. “Wider.”
My palms pressed into the counter behind me for balance as I went wider, pushing past the edge of my comfort, my face burning from the way he watched unblinkingly.
Having enough of my hesitation, he stepped in, hands wrapping around both my ankles. A startled gasp ripped out of me when he lifted, forcing me back as he placed my feet flat on the counter. The motion spread me open—super wide—cold air kissing the most sensitive part of me. My hands braced tighter against the surface, stomach fluttering as I laid myself bare to him.
“This is what I mean when I say wide,” he murmured, staring down at me like I was his to consume. His thumb swept over his bottom lip, and the sight alone made more wetness spill from me. If he didn’t touch me soon, I swore I’d lose my mind and do it myself.
When his eyes finally lifted, they were darker, hungrier and possessive in a way that left me breathless. Those pupils swallowed me whole as he bent down, his mouth crashing onto mine.
“I need a stronger word for beautiful,” he whispered between kisses.
“Maybe fuck me?” I breathed back, kissing him harder before he pulled away to trail his mouth down my neck to my chest, then halting at my breast with a hunger that promised ruin.
