His tongue lashed the sensitive bud, flicking, circling, then sealing his lips tight around it and sucking like he meant to drink me dry. His hands were still clamped around my thighs, holding me wide open, refusing to let me close or flinch away as he explored me with maddening patience.
Back arched, my thighs shook violently against his grip, my pussy clenching uncontrollably against his tongue as waves tore through me.
But Thrax didn’t slow down.
He groaned against me, the sound rumbling through my clit so hard I cried out, my whole body twitching. His moan, the feel of his need bleeding into my flesh sent me crashing into orgasm.
His mouth was ruthless as he licked and lapped through every contraction, dragging out my climax until tears streamed down my face and my throat was raw from screaming his name.
Thrax held me there, forcing me to ride the storm, groaning like my release was his own pleasure.
When the sensation became unbearable, I collapsed back, my body shaking in his grip.
And still, he didn’t stop, not until I whimpered and dragged him up by his hair, unable to take more.
My face was wet with tears, flushed with heat, and when I looked at him—his lips glistening, his eyes wild—I nearly came all over again.
The wind howled outside, a promise of the rain to come. Thrax ran his palm over my skin, cupping both of my breasts in his large hand and giving a slow, possessive squeeze. I was resting on myelbows, head thrown back as he rolled my peaked nipple between his fingers. I let my legs drop from the counter, too weak to keep them there.
I wrapped those legs around his waist, locking them behind him as a long moan ripped from me, just before he took one nipple into his mouth—sucking, hot and expert—while he played with the other between two fingers. Stars burst behind my lids, need pooling hard between my legs as his magic mouth alternated with my breasts.
Lightning lanced across the sky, the world going white for a heartbeat before a cracking thunder followed, shaking the windows.
Then a question slid out of me. “Why did you stop having sex six hundred years ago?”
Thrax released my nipple and hauled me forward into a seated position, one arm curling around my waist as the other pushed my hair from my face, another thunderclap splitting the night.
His voice was low as he responded. “It stopped gratifying me. I used to seek sex out when I needed a little escape from my head or to expel anger and frustration. But after so many times, doing it century after century, over and over again, I just stopped enjoying it. It was causing me frustration instead of taking it away.”
I thought as much—having sex for eight centuries would lose its touch. “So you’ve been doing it with your hands ever since?”
He nodded, dipping his head to kiss me, but I stopped him with a fingertip on his chin.
“What about now?” I asked. “If you had sex now, would it still not feel gratifying?”
He lifted his eyes, dark and searching, and spun the question back. “If I had sex with you, would it be gratifying?” I stared into his dark eyes, confirming. “The answer is no.”
My chest sank. “Oh.”
Thrax tightened his grip on my jaw until I had to look back at him. “If I had sex with you, Sanora, gratifying is a small word forwhat it’d feel like. It’d be deadly. It’s a destruction I admit I’m too cowardly to face despite how bad I want to be inside you, wrecking you,” He took my hand and pressed it to the outline of him through his pants, proof of everything he meant. Arousal pooled in my core at the evidence of his need for me, desperate to bring it out. “Coming to the thought of fucking you is the only time I get anything close to an actual release. And I think about claiming you every goddamn day it’s painful.”
“I think about fucking you, too. Every hour.” I slid my hand into his sweatpants and wrapped my fingers around the hard length pressed against his boxers. “Even now.”
His fingers dug into my jaw, the hold rough and fierce as I began to stroke him. He was hot, already slick with precum.
“There will be no turning back for both of us,” he warned. “Know that you’re different, Sanora.”
“How so?” I asked.
“If I fuck you, it won’t be ‘just sex.’ It won’t be a passing thing for you. I told you I’m quite possessive and seeing anyone near you after me will be cataclysmic. They will bleed, they will cry, and then they will be silent. Forever.”
The rain started in earnest, hard now, thunder punctuating the world like a drumbeat in agreement. Thrax needed not to worry about another man touching me. I didn’t know how my heart would survive after leaving here and leaving him behind, how I was going to keep on living after he’d just showered me with words and actions I didn’t know I needed. I loved our little bubble, and I wanted to be in it forever. With him.
But that was very impossible.
“How am I supposed to go back to mere mortals after an immortal has ruined me, both physically and emotionally?” I asked, voice small.
A chuckle rumbled up his chest and swallowed me as he claimed my mouth. My hand moved faster along his shaft, greedy and eager, loving as his satisfactory groan spilled into my mouth.
