“I’m unchaining you now,” I whisper.
His forehead creases, his focus flicking to the key on the far side of the bed before he shakes his head, his voice barely intelligible. “Thyra, no.”
My heart pounds, but my body screams for release, every clench of my core bringing me no closer to easing the relentless ache.
My blade vision promised me a need that can never be quenched.
I have to defy it.
“I want you inside me.” I tip up my chin, meeting his savage eyes. “I’m unchaining you so you can fuck me.”
He becomes very still, his eyes darkening at my declaration.
Quickly, I point behind me without turning, giving him the boundaries of my consent. “On the bed. Lying on my back. Facing you.”
His focus on me is unrelenting, his dark gaze through the strands of his hair making me tremble as I pull away from him, rise to my feet, and take swift steps toward the table by the bed.
Scooping up the key, I return to him, carefully reaching for his wrists.
Without taking his eyes off me, he leans forward, giving me access to the shackles while his breathing seethes in the quiet.
I expect him to jolt away from the wall at the firstclick, and I hold my breath, but he remains very still while I work on unlocking the other shackle.
The chains fall away from his wrists, clattering against the wall, and again, I expect him to lurch toward me.
Very slowly, he brings his arms forward, reaches for his left wrist where the ruby circle still dangles, and undoes the latch, allowing it to fall to the floor.
“No more chains between us,” he rumbles, low and brutal.
Another heartbeat of waiting. A heated breath?—
He moves at a blur, colliding with me, sweeping me off my feet, reaching the bed in a heartbeat.
Within moments, I’m on my back in the center of the bed, arching up against him, welcoming the press of his chest against my taut nipples, then the sweep of his hands as he separates my legs and positions his cock at my entrance.
My body is past ready, my core slick with wetness, but he pushes inside me only a very short way.
His hands land on either side of my head as he leans forward, his eyes meeting mine.
A shiver runs through me as he pauses there, the corners of his lips rising, the dark strands falling across his face while I tremble with increasing need, fighting the impulse to drivemy hips upward and take him into me, to feel the thrust of his hardness.
Keeping his eyes on me, he dips his head to my breast, swirling his tongue against my nipple, scraping his teeth across the hard nub, making my core clench around his tip.
Again and again, he swirls his tongue across my breast, moving lazily from one nipple to the other, until I’m bucking against him, bringing him deeper inside me. And deeper.
Until he fills me completely, knocking hard up against my deepest core.
I moan with a relief that barely lasts.
With a final stroke of his tongue on my breast, he raises his head and withdraws all the way to my entrance again, poised above me once more.
A breath. A heartbeat.
Then he collides with me again, finally pounding deep into me, a thrust that sends ripples of pleasure pulsing through my body, radiating out from my core all the way to my toes and up into my mind, sending my back into an arch.
Withdrawing slowly, he thrusts fast, driving himself into me with a groan that mingles with my moan.
I reach upward along the bed, needing to brace, finding only soft pillows and then the top edge of a blanket beneath them. Wrapping my hands around the blanket’s edge, I hold tightly, my last logical action, before pleasure and desire overwhelm me, conquering my every thought, my every breath.
