“Promise,” I whispered.
Thrax lowered his head and kissed me.
My hands snaked up his shoulders, behind his neck, locking there as I pulled him closer because I needed him as much as he needed me.
Our tongues clashed in a war of desperation—sliding, tangling, biting. The kiss was frantic, rough, soaked with hunger and want, thekind of hunger that wanted to devour and never stop. His taste was in my mouth, his breath filling me, and still I dragged him closer, like I would break if I lost even an inch or small of his touch.
Without breaking the kiss, Thrax’s hands slid to the back of my thighs, strong and firm, and lifted me.
My gasp vanished into his mouth as he dragged me up his torso, making me wrap my legs around his waist. Heat surged between us as he turned, carrying me and striding for the stairs before pushing into the bedroom.
“Panties?” he growled into my mouth as we fell onto the bed, his weight settling over me, pressing me into the sheets. He kissed me hard for a few more seconds, then pulled back just enough to look down at me.
One hand braced his body up, the other slid under my shirt, warm fingers meeting bare skin. The evidence of my arousal was there for him, wet and unhidden.
His lips tipped into a dark smile. “Good girl.”
The sound of it made my insides clench violently, my body aching to be filled.
I watched, breathless, as he pushed up from the bed, stripping away his clothes piece by piece. Every muscle, every line of his body came into view until he stood bare, and the sheer sight of him made my thighs quiver.
I shed the only thing covering me, tossing it aside.
When he tugged the last of his clothes off, I thought he would press me down again, cover me with his weight, cage me beneath him the way he always did. But instead, he sat back on the bed, dragging his long legs up onto the mattress, resting against the headboard with a composure that made me swallow.
I blinked at him, throat tight when it hit me. His cock stood heavy and hard, waiting, pulsing against his stomach. He wasn’t going to take me.
He was waiting for me to take him.
Thrax leaned back, eyes locked on me. “What are you waiting for? Climb on.”
My cheeks burned hot, my stomach twisting in want. My eyes darted from the thick, aching length of him to his calm and expectant face. Even as my pussy clenched hard at the sight, I couldn’t hide that the thought of sinking onto him kind of terrified me.
“Come on, Sanora. Don’t make me take action.”
I swallowed, steadying myself, then crawled up to him on my knees. Swinging one leg over his, I straddled him, the heat of his body radiating against mine. His hands came to my waist automatically, but I slapped them away, shaking my head.
“I’ll go at my pace,” I breathed, refusing to let him control this when I already felt like I might split in half without him.
He raised his hands in mock surrender, that wicked smirk tugging at his mouth. Then he laced his fingers behind his head, biceps flexing with the motion, scarred chest broad and hard. “Your pace,Nher.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him slowly—up, down, up, down—and watching his stomach flexed under the strain of control as I did. His jaw ticked as he let me tease him, my wetness spreading over his thighs, dripping hot.
I guided the tip to my entrance, brushing it back and forth across my clit until my body clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled. The hunger coiled so hard inside me I could barely breathe.
Then, slowly, I began to sink down. My body stiffened at the wide stretch, at the sweet sting of him forcing me open.
Thrax and I had had sex more times than I could count on one hand, yet each time he was inside me, it felt like he was taking me for the first time. It’d take a while to get used to him, and by a while, I meant forever.
“Fuck,” I muttered, bracing my hands on his chest as I pushed myself lower.
“Damn, Sanora,” he groaned, eyes fixed on us, brows furrowed in need.
Every inch I took rearranged me, shifted me, bent me around his thickness. It was too much, alwaystoomuch, but my body burned to claim it anyway.
Shaking my head, panting, I whispered, “I’m not going beyond this.”
The only thing that came out of Thrax’s mouth was a deep chuckle that vibrated against me, the kind that told me I’d end up swallowing my words.
