“Talon…” It’s half a moan, half a whimper. My breath stutters out, fogging in the cold air.
“Anytime you want it,” he murmurs. “Any fucking time, Skye.”
His thumb flicks over my clit, sharp and perfect, and I gasp so hard it’s almost a sob.
His other hand slips under my sweatpants, too, latching to my ass. His fingers tighten there, holding me open for him as his other hand speeds up. Every drag and press sends shocks through me, my head tipping back against the wall, my breath coming faster and faster.
“You with me, Little Grim?” he asks. “Tell me you are.”
“I’m—fuck—yeah, I’m with you,” I pant, clutching his shoulders like he’s the only thing holding me up.
“Good.”
His mouth crashes back to mine.
The orgasm tears through me, hot and blinding. For a moment, it erases everything bad that’s ever happened. It’s all heat and thunder and light, shaking me to my core. So consuming that I don’t even notice there’s no power surge this time—
not until much later.
This one is pure.
Human to human.
Real.
“It gets even better than this,” he says. He eases off me just enough for his eyes to find mine. What I see there burrows deep, leaving a question I won’t forget anytime soon.
What are we, me and him?
Because as much as there’s reckless abandon in his body, there’s none in his gaze. His eyes are dark, consuming—but painfully present. Like he’s here with me in every way: body, mind, soul.
I drag in a shaky breath, trying to slow my pulse, but Talon doesn’t give me room. He drops to his knees and slides my pants off.
“W-Wha…” The word barely escapes before his palms spin me around, my hands catching on the wall. He hooks his arms beneath my thighs, spreading me open against the rough brick.
Cold air licks at me from every side, freezing and teasing at once, cruel against already-hypersensitive skin.
I glance over my shoulder.
He’s already watching me like I’m some private sin he can’t believe he gets to touch. Long lashes. Parted mouth. Devotion in his eyes.
And fuck—
He leans in and drags his tongue against my pussy. My knees nearly buckle, but his grip keeps me in place, keeps me right where he wants me.
“Talon—” It’s a warning, a plea, a mess of both.
He just groans, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. Then he does it again, slower this time, like he’s tasting me for the first time and committing every second to memory. I feel his nose brush against my ass, and my toes curl.
Fuck, Mark could never. Never in a million fucking years…
“You taste like you were made for me,” Talon murmurs.
I glance over my shoulder again, my hair catching on my lips with every shaky exhale. His eyes drag to mine. Still painfully present and utterly burning.
“Delicious,” he breathes.
Oh, I’m falling. I don’t know into what, but I’m falling.
