“You didn’t do anything wrong, Quincey,” he said, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
“Then…why did you…” My voice was still breathy. I was desperate for him. I needed it.Him.The release.
“Because I love watching you come undone.” He smirked at me.
“Please.” My body reacted, rebelling against him with defiance as I bucked my hips into his hands. Thallor held me there, flat, steady, and writhing under the weight of him as he denied me the friction I so desperately needed.
“You don’t get to come yet.”
Once he was sure I was settled, his hands were on me again. His fingers slipped inside me as his thumb circled and teased at my clit. The pressure was enough to make me moan, but never quite enough to give me what I wanted. Every time I thought I was getting close, Thallor pulled back. Again and again, until my mind was beginning to unravel, leaving me as no more than putty in his hands.
“Please,” I whispered, “I’ll do anything.”
“Look at you. You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as he dragged a single finger against my clit before moving his hand away again.
“Touch me,” I pleaded. Pulling his hand back to the spot between my legs. My body reacted to him with a fervour that I had never experienced with anyone else.
“You have no idea how much I have thought about this, Quincey,” he said as he palmed my breast. “Of all the things I’d do to you once I had you in my arms. I could do this forever. Watch you come undone.”
“Please, Thallor,please.” I was begging now.
“What do you need, baby?” he groaned. “I know you can handle this.”
He was torturing me with pain and pleasure until I couldn’t see straight. I wanted release, but I didn’t want this to end. When I thought he might continue toying with me, stopping and starting again, Thallor gave me exactly what I needed.
He’d continued the process for what felt like hours. Delicious, torturous hours until the only thing that filled the room was the sound of me screaming his name. The feeling of pleasure was all-encompassing as I throbbed between my legs. Bolts of electricity coursed through my body again and again.
The wordmineescaped his lips as he bit down on my skin. I gasped as the pleasure tore through my body. “That’s it,” he murmured. Through every pulse, Thallor held me in his arms, grounding me as I slipped further into the intoxicating depths of our joint desire. “In all my years of existence, I have never wanted to do anything more.”
Once I’d finally caught my breath, a little flushed, a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I wiggled out of Thallor’s clutches and where he held me to his body, before pushing myself up to look at him.
“I want to… Can I do something for you?” I whispered.Because I do, I do want to.
“What are you talking about?” he said, stroking my cheek with tenderness and kissing the bite at my shoulder. “Quincey, if you think I didn’t enjoy that…if you think that was all for you and not for me, then you’re insane.”
“But thatwasall for me. You didn’t get to…I mean, I’d like to do something for you too,” I mumbled over my words, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable and totally stupid.
“Quincey, baby,” he said, tilting my face and smiling at me. “I am no gentleman. This was all selfish. Purely and utterly selfish.Getting to watch you come with my name on your lips was more for me than it could ever be for you.”
“We have all the time in the world. You’ve had a long day,” Thallor whispered softly into my hair. “Tomorrow you can show me exactly what you had in mind, but what I want you to do right now is sleep.”
And so, I did. Held in his arms. And it was the best sleep I’d had in months.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ezzy: Well?! How did it go?!
Ezzy: Were they bewitched by your brilliance?
Quincey: I thought we agreed you were banned from making occult jokes
Ezzy: Just tell me how it went, ya weirdo
Quincey: Caldwell looked like he wanted to skewer me alive by the end so it either went really well or really badly. I fear it’s too soon to tell.
Ezzy: Bet you smashed it! Can’t wait for tomorrow night ! :)
Thallor and I had spent much of the following two weeks tangled up in each other’s arms, and when he wasn’t pushing me to the limits of my own pleasure, I was being pushed to the limits of my own sanity. All of my problems were self-inflicted, of course. I’dleft choosing my thesis topic until the last possible moment, meaning I’d had to churn out a 100K word essay in under a fortnight.
