What, then, do I truly want?
Before I can unravel that question, he shifts, sitting up against the padded headboard and drawing me with him. He touches my cheek, tilting my face toward his. His eyes burn with restrained hunger, his nostrils flaring as if he’s fighting himself with every breath.
I want him.
The realization hits me with startling clarity. My pulse races, and the warmth between my thighs deepens, pulsing so fiercely I have to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. He’s so much bigger than me, so powerful, but every part of me aches to surrender, to trust him.
He leans closer, his winter-cool breath drifting along my ear.
“I want to taste you, Helena,” he murmurs. “I want to feast on the slickness between your thighs and feel you shatter against my mouth.”
My pussy spasms at his words, and a soft moan drifts from my throat. I’m teetering on the edge of something wild and dangerous, another point of no return, just like the night we kissed. If we do this, there will be no going back.
And the most frightening truth of all?
I’m no longer sure I want to go back.
He nuzzles his nose against my face, then trails kisses down my neck. A shivering breath leaves me. The ache between my thighs pulsates with so much heat that I almost gyrate my center into his leg. I angle my head to give him better access to my neck, inviting his soft kisses. Pleasure winds through me, swift and unstoppable. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, and my head spins with the euphoria of it.
I delve my hands into his hair, and for the first time ever, my fingers brush over his thick, curving horns. More spasms of heat affect my core, and I find myself gasping for air. The covers shift, and I feel his hands on me, roaming over my arms, my stomach, my bosom, and eventually, trailing down between my thighs.
He draws back to meet my eyes, then he cups my center over my nightdress and gives a hard, possessive squeeze. I arch into him with another whimper, my eyes briefly fluttering shut. When I return my focus to him, he’s still staring at me intently, still cupping my pussy as though he owns it.
“Are you going to spread your thighs for me, darling human?” Though he just asked a question, his voice is deep and filled with command.
“Yes!” I gasp. I try to gyrate against his hand, but he’s holding me so firmly that I’m not able to move much.
His eyes flash with triumph. “Are you going to say my name as you climax on my tongue?”
“Yes,” I bite out, still trying to undulate my core against his palm.
He places his lips at my ear. “My name is Theron. Just Theron.” He leans back to stare down at me again, then delves his other hand into my hair and gives a slight tug. “Say it. I want to hear you say it now.” His body is taut, his visage firmed with expectation and anticipation. A yearning that surely comes from deep in his soul.
“Theron,” I say, uttering his name with reverence as I hold his gaze. “Theron.”
A growl of pleasure vibrates from his throat, then his lips crash against mine. As he kisses me, a kiss as savage and wild as the winter storms he calls forth, he keeps a firm, possessive hold on my core, grinding his palm into the heated part of me that’s aching to be claimed.
He kisses me until I’m breathless but still doesn’t stop. As the savage kiss continues, his hand leaves my center briefly, but only so he can thrust my nightdress upward and slip his hand inside my undergarments. Oh, dear gods. He’s touching me, his large cool hand directly on my pussy, stroking, teasing, and spreading the wetness from my core over my throbbing clit.
I gyrate into his touch, desperate for more.
Then, I hear him. At last, I hear his thoughts in my head.
Greedy little human. So wet and eager. I can’t wait to taste you. I can’t wait to conquer you.His growls echo in my head.
I hear you, I say down the tether that’s once again anchoring us to one another.Can you hear me?
He’s quiet for a moment, and I sense his surprise, but also his pleasure.Yes, darling human. I can hear you. Thank the gods the connection between us remains intact. I adore you so, and I like having you in my mind. It feels… like fate.
It feels like fate.My pulse quickens as I try to consider what that might mean. But it soon becomes difficult to string a coherent thought together as he withdraws from our kiss and then drags his teeth, his sharp, pointed, fae teeth, down between my breasts until he reaches my stomach. I cry out at the faint scraping sensation, and my core pulses hotter.
I hear ripping fabric and realize he’s torn my undergarments completely away. He pushes my nightdress higher, exposing my center to his hungry gaze. His eyes darken, and as he crouches below me, I catch another glimpse of the massive bulge in his trousers. Will he get naked soon? I can’t help but wonder.
Of course, he hears this thought, and a wicked, shameless smile spreads across his lips.
If you do a good job of climaxing on my tongue, darling human, perhaps I will let you suck my cock. Then you can finally get a good look at it and satiate your curiosity. But I feel I must warn you. I’m very well-endowed.
You are arrogant beyond belief,I tell him.
