And then he pushed inside me. One strong, firm, unrelenting stroke down to the hilt. A cry of pleasure escaped me as he thrust into me. “Fuck,” he whispered into my ear, the sensation of his breath against my skin leaving me dizzy. “Jesus, Quincey, fuck…”
His grip remained firm on my throat in a fashion that was all parts terrifying and euphoric. It sent a flood of electricity up my spine that left me gasping for breath. And then for a moment he didn't move, he just let me feel him. It took me a moment to adjust to his size, as it always did. There was a sharp, sweet sting as he pulled out slightly and thrust into me again. It was a delightful mix of pleasure and pain that shot through me like lightning
Thallor fucked me slowly at first, watching as I fell apart. Heheld me steady when I tried to move faster and whispered filth in my ears and sang my praises as I opened up for him. And with every passing moment, he began to speed up, moving with a hunger and intensity that kept me on the verge of losing control. But it was there that I wanted to stay. Teetering on the edge of desire as fear and pleasure flooded my veins.
I reached down between my legs, desperate for release as my orgasm continued to build up inside me.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Thallor growled.
“Please.”
“I thought we had an understanding, Quincey.”
But I wanted more. I needed more. My breaths came out ragged and shallow, the pulsing want setting my body aflame. “Thenyoutouch me,” I moaned, pulling his lips toward mine. I wasn’t sure if I heard it correctly, but a smile tore across my face anyway at the almost-whimperhemade in response.
I clenched around him, and instinctively, his grip got tighter around my throat, sending waves of dizzying energy through me. I was close.So close.
“Thallor, I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can, baby. I know you can.” He thrust his cock into me again, grinding down to his hips until he was buried deep inside me. “You’ll take everything I give you. And you’ll only come when I allow it. Not a second before.” His words were so commanding, but his tone was full of admiration and praise.
“Look at you,” he continued. “Fuck, Quincey, you are fucking heaven.”
I met his gaze, and in it, I saw chaos. My want, his hunger, and the unrelenting pleasure that existed between us. “I want to feel you clamp down around me when you come. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
But as he spoke, the world around me blurred. I descendedinto an abyss of pure euphoria, riding the wave of ecstasy as my orgasm shuddered through me. I could not tell where I ended, and Thallor began as we were consumed by the insatiable hunger that bound us. A moment later, I felt the pulses of Thallor’s own orgasm, filling me with that sweet, intoxicating stretch.
After cleaning us up, he settled next to me, pressing the gentleness of kisses to my temple before pulling me close and covering us in a duvet. I grazed his chest with my finger, taking in the marksI'd left.“I scratched you a little, I’m sorry,” I said as a blush crept up the side of my face.
Thallor simply kissed my forehead in response. “Good, I want the memories of me inside you etched into my skin. I want you to mark me, the way I’ll mark your soul. I want you to know that I am yours just as much as you are mine.”
I turned to face him, heart thudding so loud it echoed in my ears. The boyish grin was cute, sweet, and a little crooked, but his eyes still held something fierce. Something dark. Something I wanted for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Would you just give him the box, Quincey, love?” my grandfather said, giving me an all too knowing look that simply said, ‘You have nothing to prove.’
“Grandpa!” I rolled my eyes as I continued to manoeuvre the box–the one far too large for me to carry–toward the moving van. “It is the twenty-first century. I don’tneedanyone to carry my boxes for me.”
“Of course you don’t, pet. Buthehas more muscles than any sane person should be allowed to have. He might as well put them to good use.” Thallor’s laugh reverberated through the space at my grandfather’s words. I just rolled my eyes and then rolled them again. But me being hidden behind the large box of kitchen utensils meant the desired impact was met with unseeing eyes.
Despite my protests, Thallor had already taken the box from me. I felt my balance return with a vigour as the trembling in my knees ceased. Thallor just grinned at me, the warm smilecutting across his face as he cocked his head to the side.How is it possible to be this attractive and this infuriating?
“He’s right, you know. What else are these muscles for?”
Kissing, Touching. Pinning me against a wall.As if led astray by my own salacious thoughts, a burning heat ignited within my body. Thallor’s eyes darkened immediately as he caught the flicker of desire crossing my mind. In fact, knowing him, he probably knew exactly what I was thinking.It was as maddening as it was enticing.
Thallor knew the effect he had on me. And I knew the effect I had on him. And that was how we'd spent much of the last week, tangled up in each other’s arms, now that I didn't have any university lectures or work to distract me. We had barely been able to tear away from each other; it had been wonderful and euphoric, but I was paying the price for it now. My body was sore in places I didn't know it was possible to feel sore, and the first signs of delirium from lack of sleep were starting to settle in.
It felt bittersweet to be leaving the place I'd come to love. Although I had lived here for most of the time I'd attended Aldercrest University, it had never really felt like home until this last year. Originally, it had been the clanging pipes and the lack of hot water that made me hate the place. I'd tried to make up for it with an endless array of plants as well as wall paintings designed to block out the hideous grey walls beneath. But something about my apartment had always been missing. I just didn't know that something was, in fact,someone.
Someone with fiery red hair, freckles, and a penchant for stealing hearts. Because that was exactly what Thallor had done. And so, I had come to love this apartment, not for the things in it but for the memories that it held.
But I was ready to leave. My grandfather had put on a strong front, but I knew my grandmother's passing was eatingaway at him. He was stoic and proud, the best grandfather a person could ask for, but he was still human. And even he struggled on the bad days. We’d taken Mortimer over a few days prior, with a litter box and a box filled with toys. He now wore an adorable leopard print collar with a little silver tag hanging from the neck. Although he seldom ever looked at me with anything other than a disgruntled look on his face, I knew that cat was as happy as I was to make our relationship official.
My grandfather, although a little reluctant at first, had offered Thallor and me the largest guest room on the ground floor of the house. He might have been old-fashioned, protective, and not overly thrilled about Thallor and me living under one roof. But I think he could see from the way Thallor and I looked at each other that our relationship was serious–was one that meant a great deal to us both–so he’d acquiesced quickly in favour of having permanent company. Especially in the form of a little black cat, he could spoil.
Thallor had done wonders to get in my grandfather’s good graces by offering to take up the upkeep of Maura’s garden. Although my grandpa had been a little sceptical at first, flashing one too many‘I’ll believe it when I see it’glances in Thallor’s direction, the idea of keeping my grandmother’s garden alive had been just enough to win him over.
