He tilted his head back, eyes locking onto mine as his mouth closed over my nipple, tongue flicking in slow strokes that made my entire body twitch.
My fucking life.
Those eyes. Those endless, goddamned eyes staring up at me as he sucked me like I was prayer delivered at his doorstep. I couldn’t stop watching, even when it made my chest heave and my throat choke out broken moans. Only those eyes could make me feel like I was on the edge of orgasm before he’d even touched where I needed him most.
Then he groaned low in his chest, teeth scraping, lips sucking harder until my back arched. His hand rolled my other nipple between his fingers, rough, greedy, pinching and tugging until I gasped his name.
“Thrax—”
He hummed around my breast, the vibration shocking through me before he finally released it with a wet pop. My hand fisted in his dark hair, tugging, guiding, needing. He trailed lower, his mouth burning a path down my stomach, slow open-mouthed kisses pressed to every inch of skin.
By the time his mouth hovered over where I ached, I was already ruined.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped, his breath ghosting over my soaked folds.
Yes, because I’m in love with you.But I didn’t dare speak it out.
“For me?” His tone was rough, fraying at the edges with hunger.
I nodded. “Nobody else.”
The sound he made was nothing human—it was a starving animal’s growl—before he buried his face between my thighs.
I gasped, loud and shameless.
His hot tongue flattened over my clit, licking up every drop of slickness before he wrapped his lips around me and sucked hard. Mythighs tried to clamp shut, instinct desperate to shield the overwhelming flood of sensation, but his hands gripped my thighs like vices, forcing me wide. He groaned against me, devouring every lash of his tongue dragging me higher until I was panting, my nails clawing at the counter.
I shook, lost in the oblivion of him, mouth spilling helpless moans that echoed through the kitchen. My thighs in his hold, my toes curling against the countertop, useless against the tide ripping through me.
“Please—oh gods, please,” I moaned, yanking on his hair.
He groaned, deep and guttural against my clit, and the vibration tore a cry out of me so loud it echoed. My entire body jolted, hips jerking helplessly into his mouth. That sound, that groan of raw male desire vibrating through me, nearly broke me right there.
“Thrax,” I whimpered.
And he looked up at me.
Fucking gods.
His mouth was still on me, his lips wet, but his eyes stayed locked on mine as his tongue slid out and licked my clit over in one obscene, devastating stroke, never breaking eye contact.
I melted into a puddle at the action.
The sight was filth incarnate.
The Soulless Man was devouring me like I was the only thing that existed in his cursed eternity. No, I was not getting over anything he’d done so far anytime soon.
My cheeks burned, sparks rushing through me so violently a tear slipped out.
“I like when you look at me like that,” I told him, my hand keeping him there.
He smirked against my flesh, then dragged his tongue in another slow, taunting lick while watching every flicker of my face.
My body betrayed me. A strike of lightning exploded in my veins, shudders ripping through my core, my stomach tightening like a bow ready to snap.
I was coming.
And it wasn’t pleasant.
