Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Thorne
The moment Briony wraps her hands around my cock is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my lifetime.
Her hands are warm and tender, her grip firm, the expression on her face eager.
It’s everything I’ve been dreaming of, everything I’ve been wanting, everything I’ve been craving with every cell of my body and every drop of my magic.
I groan – a truly guttural, raw sound that I just can’t help – and then she’s sliding her fist up my long cock, twisting when she reaches my cockhead, and sliding back down to my base.
It sends a thousand shivers of ecstasy racing across my skin and through my core.
My eyes flutter shut and I stumble forward, bracing my arm against the tiled wall behind her.
The water cascades from the shower-head, pattering onto our heads and sliding down our bodies, making her skin slick and shiny in the dim light.
She pumps my cock and my toes curl, my fingers ball into fists, and every nerve in my body is alive and sizzling.
“Nini,” I murmur, the sound this time so needy I barely recognize my own voice. “Oh, Nini,” I moan.
A little giggle falls from her lips, and I open my eyes to find the intensity of her green stare. She’s watching me.
“You like that?” she asks.
I shake my head because I don’t have the words to describe just how much I do like it. But as good as this feels, I’m conscious of the worries I discussed with Dray earlier today. I want to be with her properly – all the way. I want to sink into her, and I don’t want to lose my chance too soon.
I grab her wrist and tell her to stop.
“What if I don’t want to?” she teases, her hand still gripping me.
“It’s too good, Nini,” I tell her. “And there are other things I want to do to you.”
She smiles mischievously. “Like what?”
She’s going to make me say it.
“I want to fuck you, Nini,” I tell her.
And the thought of it has my shadows flaring from my hands, hot and dangerous in the air around us, hovering motionless in anticipation.
Gently, I remove her hand from my cock. I take a step back from her, out into the cool air of the bathroom. I close my eyes. I breathe. And the shadows slide back inside me.
I look back toward her, water racing over her face, down her body, and pooling at her feet.
“What do they want?” she whispers.
“To hold you down, Briony. To hold you down and have you.”
She bites her lip, sweeping her fingers through her wet hair, then down her body. “Have you ever considered that I might want that too?” she murmurs.
And the shadows inside me roar with such intensity I feel like I might explode.
“And maybe I want that too,” I tell her, holding her in my dark stare. “But not tonight. Not the first time, Nini.”
I reach out, cup her chin, run my fingers over her sweet lips. Then I draw my hands down her body like she had done, catching her hand in mine and pulling her from the shower as I shut it off with my other hand.
Then I dry her with a large fluffy towel, taking care to wipe away each droplet of water from her skin tenderly, using my magic to remove the wetness from her hair, and then wrapping her in another towel before tying one around my own waist.
She’s smiling up at me again.
I hesitate – just for one moment – catching my breath, steadying myself. And then I sweep her up into my arms and carry her into the bedroom.
When I step inside, we find almost a hundred candles flickering around the room.
“You did this?” she asks, snug in my arms.
“No. It must be one of the others.”
“They are sweet, really,” she says.
I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure about that.” But it does give my plain and bare room a certain intimacy, and for that, I’m grateful.
I carry Nini over to the bed and lay her gently down on the mattress.
She unwraps the towel from her body as if it’s gift paper. She drops it onto the floor, and then she’s lying there – my mate, my thrall, my Nini – naked, on my bed, in my room, waiting for me.
I freeze. All those worries from earlier race through my brain. I don’t want to let her down. I want it to be special. I want to be as good as the others. I want to make her moan my name over and over again in my ear.
“Thorne,” she says, knocking me out of my thoughts.
She reaches up, holding her hand out to me.
I toss my own towel away and lean forward, letting her take my hand in hers and guide me down onto the bed with her.
I lie on my side next to her and sweep my fingers from her tender lips, down her jaw, her throat, her body to the point between her legs.
I slide them through her folds, finding them hot and swollen. She’s wet between her legs.
“Thorne,” she says, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and urging me to climb on top of her.
She opens her legs. I rest my knees between them, brace my arms around her pretty head.
“Are you ready?” she asks me.
“Briony,” I tell her, “I want you to know—”
“There’s nothing to say, Thorne. Nothing you could tell me that I don’t already know.”
“But I’ve never said it before, Briony, although I felt it right from the beginning, I’ve never said it and I want to say it now. I want you to know. I love you.”
She smiles up at me and tears glisten in her eyes. I can hear Dray’s voice in my head – what the hell are you doing making a girl cry when you’re in bed with them, dude? – but I shake that thought away. My thoughts are all hers when she responds:
“I love you too. So please—”
I sink my hips down.
I expect it to be messy, awkward, for me to fumble around, but my cockhead catches inside her entrance almost immediately, making a million sparks explode inside my brain. I grip the covers in my fists and I watch her face as I sink my cock deep inside her.
Pleasure swims across her face and I did that. Me.
It almost has me losing control.
She’s tight, but not prohibitively so, and I push my way further and further inside until my hips are flush against hers and there’s nowhere else to go.
Then I’m catching my breath as she sweeps her fingers tenderly over my face.
“Okay?” she asks me.
“Yes,” I mutter, managing a smile, which she matches with her own. She twines her arms around me, drags me more closely against her.
“Come closer, please,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist as well, the heels of her feet pressing against my backside. It changes the angle, and I slide in just that little bit further.
I mutter something incomprehensible.
And Dray is right. The next bit is all instinctual. I slide my hips away from hers, dragging my cock through her pussy, making her moan as I do, making myself moan too. Then I thrust back down into her. The force of it is obviously good for her because she cries out, her back arching.
“Like that?” I ask her, wanting to make sure I’m doing it right, wanting to make sure it’s good for her.
“Fuck yes,” she mutters. “Just like that. Again, please, Thorne.”
Her wish is most definitely my command. I slide from her and slam back into her a second time, the bed beneath us wobbling, jolting against the wall.
“Oh stars,” she mutters. “It feels so good.”
And it does. It feels just like I always imagined it would – only a million, billion, trillion times better, because she’s wrapped around me, her skin warm, her scent swimming in my nose, her mouth wet beneath me, and the way she feels – tight yet soft, pliant and willing.
I plow into her again and again. She digs her heels more firmly into my backside, pressing me ever deeper, pulling me down tight against her body as if she never wants to let me go.
Our skin becomes sticky, damp with sweat.
She lifts her head and drags her tongue up my throat, nipping at my ear and begging me for more.
This girl completely undoes me. She’s already torn me in half, stolen my heart from right within my chest, and now it’s clear she owns me completely, because I will do anything, anything, for her, anything she asks, if only for the privilege of being with her like this.
She becomes a wild thing beneath me, writhing, moaning, lifting her hips to try and draw me deeper.
She calls my name, just like I’ve been dreaming, and then her body tenses.
Her head falls backward, her hold on me tightens.
She hangs there in that state, and I thrust into her, whisper I love her in her ear as she comes undone beneath me, comes in that beautiful way she does.
And this is, by far, the best moment of my life. One I’ll hold dearly in my heart until my dying days.
“I love you too,” she mutters, lost in ecstasy, her pussy walls contracting and convulsing around my cock as if they’re trying desperately to milk it.
And I’ve held on for so long. I want this moment to last forever, but I have no more control, and I come deep inside her. That same ecstasy soars through my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, all through my core and my chest, somewhere in my very soul too.
It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and it seems to go on and on and on, every inch of my skin still tingling even as it starts to subside.
My shadows come roaring out of my body too, swooping and swerving and swirling around us in a wild torment of darkness.
They brush against Briony’s skin, making her moan even harder.
And I don’t beckon them back. I don’t force them inside me.
I let them have their way for just a moment, feeling her skin through my magic, feeling hers tingle in response.
I never thought it could be this way, never dreamed it would be, never thought I’d have this moment in my life.
And I tell her – I tell her how precious she is, and how I will always love her.