“Harder!” I demanded, my nails clawing at the metal. “Faster, Thal!”
“Your pussy wants more, huh?” He twisted his grip on my hair, his thrusts becoming a violent, rhythmic blur of friction and heat. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you, Daphne. Never.”
“Don’t stop... Thal, I’m going to come!”
He stopped.
I whimpered in disbelief, my mouth dropping open as the pressure built, denied at the last second. He released my hair and turned me around, his eyes locking onto mine with a storm of primal desire and an unspoken, fierce tenderness that he couldn't quite hide.
“I want to see your face when I make you come,” he demanded, his voice dropping to a gravelly low. He lifted my right leg, hooking it over his hip, and slammed back into me with a force that nearly knocked the air from my lungs.
I wrapped my thigh around him, pulling him as close as humanly possible, surrendering every doubt and every betrayal to the man currently owning my body. The last golden rays of thesun caught his face—he looked dangerous, beautiful, and utterly obsessed. As he hammered into me, a flash of reality tried to break through.I am swinging a wrecking ball into my life,I thought.Zeno will burn the world for this.But then Thal’s cock hit my G-spot again, and the fear was incinerated.
“Daphne, look at me,” he growled, grinding his cock deep inside my wetness. “Aside from our time alone, you’re in control. But now? Right now?”
“Now what?” I gasped, my vision swimming.
“Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“You know whose it is,” I panted, pulling at his shoulders.
He stopped again. He pulled out completely, his cock hanging heavy and wet between us in the moonlight.
“Thal!” I whined, my body aching for the fullness, my pussy weeping for his return.
“If you want it back, say it,” he instructed, his eyes dark with a terrifying, beautiful authority.
I looked into the desperation in his eyes, the way his knuckles went white as he gripped the railing, and I realized a truth Zeno had never taught me: there was lethal power in being the one who surrendered. To get what I wanted, I would give him exactly what he craved. I would wield my submission like a knife to his throat.
I sank to my knees in front of him on the terrace, my breasts brushing his thighs. My fingers curled around his hard, velvety shaft.
“My pussy might be yours, Thal,” I whispered, my tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock. “But this? This beautiful, arrogant cock? It’s mine.”
He growled, his hands finding my hair again, but this time it felt like he was clinging to me for dear life. “You’re the sexiest little vixen, aren’t you? You think you own me?”
“I know I do,” I murmured, sliding my mouth down his shaft.
I enveloped him, my lips sliding over his swollen head, my tongue swirling around the ridge. He moaned, a low, melodic sound of pure surrender that fueled my ego. I loved the feel of him throbbing against my tongue, the weight of him in my hands. I picked up the pace, my hand working in rhythm with my mouth, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp for air.
I kept going, listening to every shiver, every sharp intake of his breath. I wanted to see the Ice King break. He pushed over the edge with a quick, desperate thrust of his hips, exploding deep inside my mouth. I licked up every drop, savoring the salty, tangy taste of his pleasure, the taste of my victory.
“Daphne!” His body seized, his thighs quaking as I crawled up his frame, my hard nipples scraping against his skin. He captured my mouth in a kiss that tasted like me, like him, like the end of the world.
When he tore his mouth away, his eyes looked through me. For the first time in my life, I felt truly seen—not as a ward, not as a spy, but as a woman with her own fire.
“You’re right,” he whispered, his palms cupping my cheeks, his gaze filled with a terrifyingly soft devotion. “It’s your cock. All yours.”
He stalked into the bedroom with me in his arms, his stride heavy and purposeful. He kicked the terrace doors shut behind us, the click of the lock echoing like a finality in the quiet room. The shift from the biting desert wind to the penthouse's climate-controlled warmth made my skin prickle, my sensitized nipples scraping against his chest as he adjusted his grip.
He didn't set me down gently. He dropped me onto the center of the massive bed, the furs swallowing me as I sprawled there, naked and completely undone. I looked up at him, my legs falling open in a shameless invitation. I was raw, physically andemotionally, and the way he looked at me made me feel like the only woman left in the world.
Thal stood at the edge of the bed, his chest heaving, his muscles rippling under the amber glow of the bedside lamps. He gazed down at my pussy, still glistening and swollen from his mouth, and a darkness fell over his eyes that made my blood turn to liquid fire.
Lust. Hunger. A primal, savage need that bordered on worship.
“You’re ruining me, Daphne,” he growled, his voice a low, jagged rasp. “I should be thinking about the syndicate. I should be planning for Zeno. But all I can think about is how much I want to bury myself so deep inside you that I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
He crawled over me, his weight a delicious, grounding pressure as he pinned my wrists to the mattress.
