He brought his lips back to mine, his tongue tangling with mine until I was so lost for breath that Icould barely see straight. He was hungry and demanding, and his hands explored my body with a desperation that had me arching up into him again. Despite the fact that he had me pinned against the wall, my body still ached to close the distance between us.
I whimpered again, this time not bothering to fight the sound. I didn’t need to feel embarrassed or nervous about my desire when it came to Thallor because I knew he felt the way I did. He pulled away again, his eyes locking onto mine. Any and all tenderness that had lingered there moments ago was gone, replaced with something darker and more primal. I could see the desperate need that persisted behind his eyes, a hunger that only I could fulfill.
I made a sound to protest, wanting to feel the weight of his body against me again, but before the sound slipped from my lips, Thallor dipped down, a hand brushing against the back of my leg before he hoisted me upward and carried me toward the bedroom. I didn’t expect it from myself, but the way he manhandled me ignited my very core. It was as though he was making up for lost time–nothing about his touch was soft or gentle–but it made me feel desired all the same.
I was slightly mesmerised by the sight of Thallor on top of me, pinning me beneath him as he had done all those months ago. His body was large and warm and heavy and I, well, I was overwhelmed with desire in the best possible way. His eyes had darkened as he looked down at me, smirking slightly as I worked to catch my breath.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this,” he said, his voice a little breathless as he pressed slow, languid kisses to my neck and jaw.
“Did all those dark romance novels fill your mind with lewd thoughts?” I chuckled, a little breathlessly.
“No, but those tiny shorts you always wear do.”
“And you’re only just making a move now? I thought you said demons were a little more direct,” I challenged.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll put this pretty little mouth of yours to good use.” He looked down at me as if his tether was about to snap. But I was too dizzy, too distracted by his words to respond. Just looking up at him, seeing the want behind his eyes, left me without the ability to speak.
“Tell me you want this,” he groaned, his voice gravelly against my goose-fleshed skin. And then he brought his lips down the side of my jaw, letting his sharp canines track against my skin. The feel of them leaving me breathless as a shudder coursed through my body. I pulled Thallor toward me, needing his lips against mine again, but he didn’t blink. He didn’t move. He continued to hold my gaze, searching, waiting,pleading.
“Tell me, Quincey,” he said again. His tone unyielding. “Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say it.”
God, that voice does something to me.His words were commanding–firm and terrifying–but the way he said my name had my heart stuttering in my chest. My thoughts continued to swirl around my head, and my hands trembled against his chest as I looked up at him. I could tell from the way my cheeks heated that they were flushed. Honestly? I was surprised that he couldn’t see it. I was surprised he couldn’t tell just how much I wanted him. Just how much my body betrayed me when he was close.
“Yes, I want this…you.I wantyou.”
The words had barely left my mouth before my clothes had disappeared. I wasn’t sure what it was, either the throes of passion or Thallor’s other-worldly magic, but my clothes had been there one minute, and gone the next, until I was bare beneath him. I kept expecting myself to feel insecure or anxious or nervous, but none of that came. Now that Ithink about it, when I was with Thallor, I only ever felt like myself. It was like he saw everything that I was and loved me for it.
He looked down at my naked body, fully clothed, but his desire clear as the light of day. “You are magnificent,” he growled into my ear before his lips found mine. The kiss was deep and urgent. As though I was the only cure to his unsated hunger. There was a possessiveness behind every touch and every kiss. Like Thallor needed more than just my lips. He held my hips with an intensity that I was sure would leave me bruised. There was a want,a need,to claim me. To mark me as his. AndGods,did I want to be. I think I had wanted to for a while. I wasn’t sure why I had tried to swallow down the feeling for so long because being there, with him, felt like the only right thing in the world.
His hands roamed further down my body. Each touch burned with a delicious heat, as if he were tracing liquid fire along my skin. The world around us blurred into oblivion as he slipped one finger inside me.This isn’t possible. There is no way it should feel this good.
“You’re wet for me…already,” he hummed in amusement before nipping just below my jaw.
I didn’t deny it. There was no fucking point. Not when he had another finger pressed at my entrance. “Yes,” I pleaded as I rocked against him. “Oh my god.”
His lips found mine again, and there was nothing gentle about his kiss this time. It was deeper and chaotic. All-consuming. Thallor pulled whimper after whimper and moan after moan from my mouth as I clutched to the ripples of muscle beneath his shirt. I continued to grind against him like I was made for him and only him, his low, breathy groans encouraging me on. I could feel him harden against me as I continued to chase that wave of desire.
I was getting close, quickly descending into my owneuphoria as he slipped another finger inside, in a slow, brutal thrust. “Thallor,” I moaned, my voice unlike anything I’d heard before. I almost didn’t recognise myself, and the desire I heard was entwined with each word that slipped from my lips. I’d never known anything to feel like this, but I knew in that moment that I wanted to feel it again and again, withhim.
“I love it when you say my name, Quincey,” he whispered into my ear.
“I—fuck?—”
“Say it.”
His fingers thrust into me again, curling just right, dragging a whimper from my throat so raw it made his lips twitch. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was teeter on the edge of pure ecstasy as Thallor used his thumb to rub at my clit.
“Say it, Quincey.”
“Thallor,” I gasped.
“Good girl.” He continued to work me in a way that unravelled me completely. He drew his fingers in and out of me as his teeth traced against the skin at my neck. The sounds that escaped him were low and heady and delicious. I was sure another groan from him would pull me over the edge.If I died right now, I’d die happy.
Thallor’s other hand began to palm at my body, roaming up from my hips. His mouth followed enthusiastically, as he trailed mind-altering kisses across my skin. I’d never been very good at asking for what I wanted, but with Thallor, I didn’t need to. I liked that he wasn’t gentle. I like that he took what he wanted, and when he brought his mouth down against my nipple and bithard,I couldn’t help but gasp his name in encouragement.
And there it was. That desperate feeling I needed so badly. I could feel the pulse of anticipation. The electricity that coursed through me as Thallor brought me closer to the edge.So, fucking close.And then, without warning, he stopped.
“Please,”I gasped as he pulled away from where his hands had been between my legs. I looked up at him in indignation before feelings of embarrassment seeped through the cracks.Did I do something wrong?
