I pushed up, then sank lower, deeper than before, my walls clutching and spasming around him.
“Sanora,” his voice was harsh and dark, almost breaking, “ if you haven’t noticed, I started letting go and stopped controlling myself when it comes to you. And right now, I can’t find that fucking control anymore.”
Oh, I know what that means.
“What does that mean?” I breathed, rocking slowly on him.
His eyes burned into mine. “Fuck me now, or I’ll fuck you up. Go lower. Every. Single. Inch.”
I tried to move up again, but his hands clamped down on my waist, holding me in place. His voice was roughened with lust, with warning. “Every inch, Sanora. Go down.”
My hands gripped his wrists, feeling the strain in his fingers as he tried to restrain from doing it himself.
Gathering the strength of my arousal, I bit down on my lip and forced myself lower, inch by inch, until my pelvis crashed into his, taking all of him inside me.
I gasped, nearly crying at the stretch, sweat breaking across my skin as I fought to breathe. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“And you’re perfect.” His hands tightened. “Ride me, Sanora.”
I obeyed. Slowly at first, rolling my hips against him, feeling every ridge of him rub inside me, my clit catching on the base with every grind. The sensation stole my breath and ripped moans from my throat.
Thrax didn’t move, didn’t force me—just let me work myself over him, surprisingly patient, dark eyes locked on my face. His jaw flexed, the muscles in his arms tight where he still held himself back.
I picked up my pace, bouncing gently, thighs trembling, sweat dripping down my spine. My breaths came ragged as I rose and fell, taking him harder. He let me. But his face told me he was one second away from snapping.
When I faltered, when my thighs shook too hard to push faster, he let out a feral sound, lips pulling back in a dark snarl.
“That’s it.”
His hands seized my waist, holding me suspended, and then he slammed up into me with a force that ripped a cry from my throat.
Stars burst behind my eyes as my legs buckled. The crack of his thrust echoed in the room, obscene and loud.
Again and again, he drove into me, his rhythm brutal, unrelenting. He alternated between lifting me and dropping me down his length and ramming his hips up into me, making me bounce helplessly on his cock. My moans tangled with his, both our bodies slick with sweat, the sounds of us filling the room.
“You’re mine,” he rasped between gritted teeth, breath ragged, thrusts never slowing.
“I’m yours,” I moaned, arching, clinging to him.
“And?”
His question shook me to my core. The sex had scrambled every thought in my head, but one truth burned clear enough to rip through the haze.
“I love you.” The words were broken, but that was the most honest thing I’d ever felt, right from the deepest part of me.
The effect on him was instant. His growl ripped through the air, primal and guttural. His thrusts turned savage, feral and punishingly deep, like my confession had torn away the last thread of his restraint. He fucked me like a man claiming, branding, and worshipping, his breath hot.
I took it, body unravelling, heart splintering and soaring all at once as his mouth found the curve of my throat. His palm claimed my breast, squeezing hard as his lips pressed heat into my skin. “I love you,” he rasped against me.
“Even in my next life?” I teased breathlessly, though my voice broke under the storm of pleasure, my body tightening as he pounded into that sweet spot.
Thrax’s brows pinched, his face contorted with lust, but his gaze locked to mine, unwavering. His other hand cradled my cheek, thumb brushing my skin as though I were the most fragile thing in the world even as he fucked me like I wasn’t.
His voice was hoarse and raw with sincerity. “In every lifetime,” he replied. “If the curse ends with your death, then let me suffer forever.” His palm slid to the back of my head, pulling me closer until our foreheads pressed. His breath was ragged as he whispered, “Just don’t leave me.”
Oh, dear.
The tears came without my permission, spilling hot and quick. They slid down my cheek, fuelled by his words, by the way he held me, by the dizzying intensity of bouncing on him, every thrust knocking something loose inside me.
