“Upstairs,” he said thickly, lifting me from the counter without breaking the kiss. I looped my arms around his neck, kissing him harder because I suddenly couldn’t get enough of this man.
He carried us to the bedroom, dropped me on the bed, then stepped back. Lightning flashed, washing the room white; rain hammered the panes and a thunderclap rattled my ribs, jotting my heart.
Those monsters are only made during intense rainfall.
Were they outside now?
Thrax switched on the lights, pulling his shirt off and his sweatpants down his legs. He stood over the bed and spoke like a man issuing a law. “Spread your legs.” He fisted himself where he stood, showing me exactly what I wanted.
Lying back on my elbow, I finally understood the look he always gave me when I was naked.
Because, same.
He was glorious and scary in equal measure. He looked like he was going to do beyond ruining me, and suddenly, the sheer size of him terrified me as I watched him stroke his dick.
“I haven’t fucked anyone in six hundred years, Sanora. You might as well listen while I’m being nice,” he warned.
He had a talent for saying the exact things that both scared and turned me on.
Thunder hit again and the house seemed to lean under it. I glanced at the window, past the rain falling, wondering if those creatures—
A sharp gasp tore out of me when hands grabbed my ankles and yanked them wide before I could see him coming. I recoiled as Thrax dropped to his knees, planting himself between my thighs.
One hand went back to stroke his cock; the other touched down beside my head, anchoring him as he leaned forward. His face was a map of what I could only assume was anger. “I’m more dangerous than those things out there,” he snarled, voice low and raw. “The only monster you should be afraid of tonight is me. I’m the one here to ruin you. If you think of anything else, I swear—I'll make you wish you hadn’t.” Those words pushed fear into me, locking it there as I stared into his bottomless and unhinged gaze. “Now tell me.”
I swallowed around the lump rising in my throat. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me you want me to ruin you.”
Gods.
He positioned his cock at my entrance, sliding it over my clit and coating himself in my arousal.
His shaft was slick, heavy and hungry, the hot thickness of him dragging a line of need across the most vulnerable part of me. The head of him stroked my swollen bud in expert circles, making me tremble under the contact, breath hitching, every nerve in my cunt humming with a single, blunt instruction:take me.
Even knowing there was no escaping the fact that he would split me open, I still moved my hips as if prepared to take him as I responded. “I want you to ruin me. I want you to ruin me, Thrax.”
“That’s it,” he growled close to my lips, low and pleased and dangerously feral, eyes squeezing shut for the barest second like those words unravelled something inside him.
I touched his skin, and it was burning under my fingertip. I noticed his temperature always got a notch higher whenever he was aroused.
He stroked my clit with his cock, up, down, up, down, left, right. And I was bowing off the bed, eager to have him sink into me as much as I could feel an orgasm approaching.
With each flick of his crown, more wetness pooled, and I was certain I was forming a puddle down there. Each stroke sent stabs of electric need through me, his movement was slick and fast, flicking the head of his cock precisely on the sensitive bud until my eyes closed, and I was climaxing all over again, having nothing to grip but his shoulder as my heels dug into the bed.
And then, amidst my orgasm, he started sliding in.
His entry was like a violation that made the world narrow to the single, impossible width of him. I felt every inch, slow and ordained, as if he were rewriting the shape of me from the inside out. The sweetness of orgasm and the fire of being filled braided into a sensation that had no name but absolute surrender.
Slowly.
My mouth hung open, no sound coming out as he pushed himself in inch by inch. Pain and pleasure braided together, my walls stretching beyond what felt possible, muscles trembling to accommodate him. He filled me so completely I thought I might lose myself. I stayed rigid, brows knotted, not breaking eye contact because I had to see him as he took me.
“Oh, fuck,” I let out when he was halfway in, panic and need tangled. I felt too full, and I might die if I took more. “I can’t anymore.”
“Oh, you can,Nher,” he said, like it was fact, his voice void of softness.
I shook my head violently, tears pricking my eyes, my entire body slick with sweat as my walls expanded further, pushing past its limits to contain him.
