I grinned as I sent it, zooming in on her smile like it could bridge the distance between us. Gods, I’d missed her so much.
When I looked up, Thrax was staring, his head tilted to one side, lips curved in the faintest ghost of a smile, eyes sweeping over me, making my heart skitter.
“What?” I muttered, biting back my smile. I knewwhat. I could see the desire flickering in his eyes, that hunger that always hovered there when he looked at me like this.
I glanced at his bedside table, my gaze falling on the sketch—the complete naked drawing of me under the shower.
Last night, he’d stood next to the sink in only shorts, paper and pencil in hand. His eyes had been fixed on me as I bathed under the shower, his hand moving steadily over the sketch of me, completing it.
And of course, I’d put on a little show before he could even finish replicating the curve of my body on the paper. I’d slid my palms all over my skin sensually, keeping my gaze on his. Then, with a sinful sort of defiance, I dragged my hand down to my middle, parting my legs and rubbing my clit before pushing my fingers into myself under the spray, while he drew, his knuckles whitening around the pencil.
Thrax had been painfully patient, denying his straining cock any relief as he worked in silence, dragging lines across the page until the last stroke of me was finished. The whole time, his eyes had been flicking between the paper and my body like he was trying to decide which one he wanted more.
But the second the sketch was complete and he set it aside, he went feral. He was on me instantly, pressing me against the shower wall as he stripped his shorts off. And before I could catch my breath, he was inside me.
No easing, no warning, just a brutal thrust that had me crying out, my palms slapping the tiles, desperate for something to hold. He pounded into me, the slap of wet skin echoing off the walls as water rushed over us. His hand tangled in my soaked hair, yanking my head back so his mouth could mark my throat. With each punishing thrust, he claimed and possessed me with his words, his body unrelenting as mine broke apart around him, moans and pleas spilling shamelessly between my screams of his name, like I wasn’t the one who pushed him into it.
And when it was over—when I was shaking, wrecked, and half sobbing against the wall—his arms came around me, easing me gently. His lips pressed soft kisses where his teeth had grazed, his hands smoothing over every place he’d held too roughly. He worshipped what he’d nearly destroyed, cradling me under the spray with care.
And that was one of my favourite things.
I moved closer to the sketch now, picking it up and stretching it out to him. “You can admire this while I hurry back.”
Instead of taking it, he caught my wrist and tugged, pulling me against him. My body landed across his lap, his arm coming around and securing me there. He leaned down, kissing my lips first, then my forehead, his breath hot against my skin.
A grin spread across my face. “Admit it, you’re very clingy.”
He kissed my face—cheeks, forehead, lips, nose, chin—as though he couldn’t get enough. “I’m a lot of things when it comes to you.” He placed one last, long kiss on my lips. “Come back quick, yeah?”
I kissed him back, whispering against his mouth. “Before you can blink.”
He let me go hesitantly, his fingers slipping over my body and arm as I stepped away. I chuckled softly at the longing in his eyes, heading to the door before he could pull me back again and never let me go.
Smiling, I walked out of the door, jogging down the stairs and out of the front door.
Cold air kissed my skin as I stepped outside. The evening sky was heavy and cloudy, a shade darker than it had been an hour ago, and I knew I had to hurry up before the rain started. Although Thrax would find me the second the first drop hit the ground—monsters or not—I still didn’t want to be caught in it.
I quickened my pace, taking the shortcut I always used when I was in a hurry. The cold air bit into me, the wind blowing soft but insistent as I walked faster.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck rose, a slow crawl prickling over my skin, but when I glanced back, all I saw were three kids running down the street and a few adults chatting.
I didn’t understand the strange feeling that kept creeping down my spine. Each time I glanced back, there was nothing, no one suspicious. Rolling my shoulders and shaking it off, I added a little more speed to my strides.
My phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced down to see my mother’s message.
Mother
You flatter me a lot!
Smiling, I typed quickly.
Me
Hello? Have you looked in the mirror?
You’re absolutely stunning.
Mother
