Swallowing him to the back of my throat, his fingers instantly curl into my hair as I taste every inch of him. His muscles clench repeatedly from the motion and it spurs me on, desperate to taste him on my tongue. His hands tug at my hair, yanking me back in a way that should not turn me on as much as it does, and I’m brought to my feet, swaying before him.
“The first time I come in you, Echo, it's gonna be in that tight pussy of yours, not your mouth,” he rasps, his chest heaving in short, sharp gasps, and I grin.
“Then, let's make that happen,” I breathe, reaching for the hem of my tank top and slipping it over my head before shaking out of my pants, tearing them from my body as quickly as I can, desperate to eliminate every barrier between us.
The lace lingerie doesn't get the attention it deserves before I tear that from my skin too, removing every garment until we're both completely naked.
His gaze is transfixed on my pussy as I press my thumb against his chin, earning his attention for a short second before he refocuses on what he wants the most.
I yelp as he grabs my waist, lifting me in the air once again, but this time, he falls back on the bed, maneuvering me into place so fast, I can’t wrap my head around where I am until I feel the swipe of his tongue across my clit.
Curling my fingers around my headboard, I press up on my knees to stare down at him.
I find the storm brewing.
“Ride my face, Echo.”
I start to shake my head when he grabs my hips and tugs me down, slamming my pussy against his mouth. I groan as he slips his tongue into my core, fucking me with it before tilting his head to rake his teeth over my needy clit.
“Thorne,” I breathe, gasping for air, but he doesn’t relent, his fingers digging into my skin as he unravels every tight bundle of nerves inside of me with each sweep of his tongue.
As the groans grow louder, ripping from my throat, his hold eases and I find myself grinding against him, desperate for more. Unabashed, I ride him, just like he commanded, which earns me the stretch of two fingers at my center as he feasts on my clit like a man starved.
My hips flex, grinding against him as I cry out, desire coursing through my veins. “I’m going to come,” I yelp, my movement stuttering as his intensifies, encouraging me.
I fall apart, my world shattering into a million pieces as he laps at my release, tasting every drop as I try my hardest not to collapse against him.
Gathering me in his arms, he treats me like glass, my eyelids barely open until I feel the soft press of my pillow beneath my head. Blinking up at him, he brushes his thumb across my cheek, a soft smile on his face as he stares down at me.
I want to touch him, but it feels different with him than with the others. His hatred for scythes, the gloves he had offered when I first arrived, I don’t want to do the wrong thing.
He must sense my uncertainty as he reaches for my hands and wraps them around his neck. I play with the ends of his hair as the tip of his cock nudges at my entrance.
“I need to make you mine now, Elodie,” he states, leaning closer so we’re nose to nose again, the sexual tension rippling through the air as I nod, accepting his claim, and he slams into me with one swift move.
Our moans mingle in the air as he stares deep into my eyes, my skin tingling from head to toe as he flexes his hips, slamming into me again with a heavy breath.
“Fuck, Echo,” he bites, every inch of him clinging to every inch of me.
I’m mesmerized, fixed on his stare, burning for him.
His eyes darken as if the same thought ripples through him too, and it only intensifies our connection as he fucks me. Every thrust of his cock warms my chest, my heart pounding as my nerve-endings tingle with the first threads of a climax coursing through my body.
“Thorne,” I rasp, my lips brushing against his, we’re that close, and he groans, reaching for my right hand and bringing it against his chest.
I suck in a breath, first at the action, second when I feel how hot the skin is above his rapidly thundering heart. It matches my own.
He slams his length into me, unraveling the final notch binding my orgasm, and I scream, euphoria swarming my veins as my body burns, balanced on the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain.
As my pussy clenches around him, I feel his muscles constrict before he finds his release too. His skin reaches new temperatures beneath my palm, startling me in my sex-dazed condition, but I manage to lift my jaw enough to form words.
“I’m literally fucking burning,” I croak, my free hand rubbing against my chest, and he drops his head, kissing the spot that feels the hottest as if he understands.
“I promised you hot,” he murmurs, a curl to the corner of his lips, and I shake my head.
“I didn’t think it would actually happen,” I reply languidly and deliriously as he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“That’s what happens when a shadow fae prince claims you, Echo.”
