I pull her closer with a desperation I don’t bother hiding. I’m fucking frantic for her. Her touch.
Anywhere her fingers graze my skin, they leave a hum of energy that lights my soul on fire. Only she could cause that reaction.
Only she could make the God of Death feel so alive.
“Thayla,” I warn when she breaks our kiss and her teeth tug my bottom lip.
Her hands fumble around the waistband of my pants, and I grunt as her fingers attempt to slip inside, although she can’t get them undone.
An oomph replaces the frustrated sounds falling from her as I shove her back down to the bed.
With a single flick and swift tug against her pants, she’s bare before me, and I flip her over to all fours.
“Fuck.”
She tosses her head back as I plunge my fingers deep inside of her with no warning.
“Fucking soaking wet, ready for me.”
“Creed,” she commands as she arches her back and rocks against my hand.
I lean down and sink my teeth into her ass cheek. Her shriek of pleasure and pain sends a shiver down my spine. I allow her a moment to pick up her pace and ride my hand before snatching my fingers free from her greedy pussy.
She can wait.
I want a small taste.
Her frustrated groans morph right into a moan as I drag my tongue from her clit to her ass. One day, my cock is going to fill her smart-ass mouth and that hole.
Today is not that day, though.
My fingers snap my pants open, and I gather as much of her as I can on my tongue in one last stroke. I don’t give her a moment’s breath before burying myself in her completely.
The shrill of my name falling from her has a low chuckle coming from my chest as I hold her hips still.
She tries her fucking best to push against me, but my grip doesn’t allow it. My hand comes down hard and fast against her ass and her gasp of outrage pulls a smile to my lips.
“You want it so bad, then take it. Fuck me, Thayla.”
Chills break out down her back where her shirt slipped up, and I release her hips. My fingers trace across her skin as she rocks.
She starts slow and steady, fucking torturing me.
I roll my neck out and clench my jaw to keep my restraint in check when the little tease rocks up, leaving only the head of my dick in, then slams herself back.
Over and over, she does that fucking shit until I’m breathing so heavy I’m growing lightheaded. My damn knees are about to buckle.
“Enough.”
I snatch her back by her hips before she can pull herself forward once more.
Once I start, I don’t stop.
My thrusts have her hanging on to the comforter so tight her knuckles are turning white. Her repeated pants of yes fuel me.
I reach around her body and circle her clit while my soul surrounds hers. Her begging for more is a reckless prayer I’ll answer anytime.
My ruthless pace picks up as her walls close in around me. Sweat drips down my back and heat races through my blood as I force myself to hold off. She’s so damn close, but her simply coming on my cock isn’t enough for me.
