There was no warning my dick would harden so fast the second it touched her. I mean, yeah, sure, it’s stuck between our stomachs, not her thighs, but regardless…
For the fucking creators. Her bare skin against mine is a sensation I’m already obsessed with.
My hand glides to about an inch or so above of where I really want it. I can’t, though, not yet.
Her hips shift on their own against me, and I swallow down my groan.
“Thayla…”
“Yes. To whatever you’re about to ask, the answer is yes.”
I stifle a snort and pinch her chin, forcing her to open her lids and look at me.
“If I start, I’m not stopping.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“I want your soul.”
She attempts to bite back a laugh, letting a smile cross her lips, and a frown mars my face. Her delicate—deadly—finger skims the line between my brows.
“Silly little psycho. It’s been yours. I’ve been waiting for you.”
I chuckle and a devious smirk crosses my face as the sounds coming from the two of us are so beautifully similar.
Yep, that was it.
That was the permission my reckless soul needed to hear.
“Forgive my poor etiquette. Let me not keep you waiting any longer.”
I kiss her…slow at first because she deserves that. She gave me a piece of her truth that I needed, and I want her to feel mine.The slow burn only lasts a second before heat pulls tight in my stomach.
My trembling finger glides inside of her, and her moan tears her lips from mine.
Yep, it’s over for me. I’m a happily taken man now.
Gods, she’s so wet.
She actually wants me.
Fuck yes.
She’s trying to stop those sweet little melodies from leaving her lips, but I want—nope, pretty sure I need—to hear it.
It’s going to be my new favorite tune to sing to.
She shifts in rhythm with my hand, encouraging me on, and I sink another finger in.
I stare at her face, mesmerized by how her eyes roll back and the soft glow of her fireplace highlights her features.
She is going to glow so gloriously underneath me.
“Riven.”
Her head shakes back and forth as if she’s attempting to hold off the inevitable. I won’t have that. My fingers stay pumping at the same pace and the pressure I’m applying to her clit doesn’t relent.
“Don’t you dare fight it off. Give me what I want.”
