Chapter 40
CHAPTER FORTY
SANORA
Bursting into the house, I closed the door behind me, a deep breath slipping out when my eyes caught Thrax at the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders moving with each swipe of the cloth across the surface.
“Tell me the truth.” I lifted my phone, narrowing my eyes at him. “You don’t even know how to use this, do you? You’re only carrying it around because you want to look trendy, to blend in with everyone else, right? Right?”
He looked up from the counter, his dark gaze raking over me in silence, tracing from the top of my head to the tips of my shoes as though checking for a missing limb. “I missed you, too.”
I bit down on my lip, pushing back the smile threatening to escape. “You never respond to my texts. I asked what we’re having for dinner and you didn’t reply.”
He opened his mouth, ready to either apologise or tell me his phone was upstairs, but his eyes dropped to the bag hanging from my shoulder and the phone in my hand. The same ones I’d taken to the station. “How did you get your phone back? And the bag?”
I pressed my lips together, hating the lie that was about to fall from my tongue.
“From the station. It had fallen when I got drugged, and they’d kept them in case the owner came asking.
” Immediately, I changed the subject because I was a bad liar and Thrax would see through me if another one came flying out of my mouth. “Is it dinner? What are we having?”
“Was that your text message?”
I nodded, crossing the living room with my brows pulling in. There was no scent of food in the air, nor was there anything on the fire. “What are we having?”
He tapped the counter he’d just cleaned. “Sit.”
I froze.
Huh?
“I’ve been watching you eat here for so long, and sometimes all I think about is placing you right here and consuming you. So sit. It’s my turn to eat.” He turned back to the sink, twisting on the faucet.
The mouth of this man. “You’ll be the death of me,” I breathed.
“Then come die on my tongue.”
Like those words weren’t already battery to my dead cell, he looked over his shoulder and saw me still rooted where I stood. “Do you want me to beg, Sanora?”
No, he didn’t need to. The only reason I wasn’t already rushing to him was because of how brutally his straightforwardness had shot heat straight between my thighs. But now that he mentioned begging, maybe I wouldn’t mind hearing it.
“Maybe,” I murmured with a shrug.
That was all it took. Thrax strode out of the kitchen with wide, hurried steps, and a gasp tore out of me when he bent low and scooped me into his arms, my bag and phone tumbling to the floor.
He carried me back to the kitchen, setting me on the counter and forcing my legs wide apart so he could stand between them.
My chest thundered, and there was no hiding the need he’d lit inside me, no stopping the rush of arousal climbing higher with every second.
“Unfortunately, Nher, that was me begging nicely.” He threaded his fingers in my hair at the back of my skull, bringing my head close to his. He stopped when our lips were less than one centimetre apart, letting them hover close to each other as he spoke, “Now, start undressing.”
I tried to move closer to kiss him, but he held my head in place with the grip at the back of my skull.
Bringing my hands down, I pulled the band of my skirt, shifting my hips to ease it past my waist. Thrax gave me a moment, stepping back to watch, his silence heavy, his stare dragging over me like heat itself.
Therefore, I gave him a show.
Leaving my panties to stay on for now, I tugged my blue top over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I was left in my bra and panties—both of which he’d bought today. The accuracy of their sizes was what shocked me the most. To be honest, it was unsettling and arousing at once.
Slowly, my hands reached behind me to unclasp my bra, the straps sliding off my shoulders before I let it fall, exposing myself inch by inch.
His heated eyes never left me, a flicker of obsession in them as he pushed his hair back just to see me more clearly.
He did this every time I undressed—drinking me in as though it was the first time, as though he couldn’t quite comprehend the beauty that I was.
Each time, his gaze was the same, like a man who had been swept off his feet.
I loved the way he stared. It made me a little shy, but I loved it.
“Will you take off my panties?”
His eyes flicked up from my chest, dark with lust. “My pleasure.”
He closed the distance, his fingers hooking at my waist, and I shifted instinctively. He slid the lace down my hips, then lower, pulling until they slipped free from my legs. When I was completely bare to him, he stepped back, pausing to admire, needing that moment to let it sink in.
“Spread your legs for me, Nher.”
Heat coursed through my bloodstream, blood rushing to my ears as arousal pooled thick at my core from that simple command. My body betrayed me, wet and ready before his hands had even touched me. This man only had to speak and I’d be clenching my legs for him.
Doing as he said, I gradually parted my thighs, opening for him, breath quickening at the raw hunger in his stare.
“That is not wide,” he said, voice low, eyes fixed lower. “Wider.”
My palms pressed into the counter behind me for balance as I went wider, pushing past the edge of my comfort, my face burning from the way he watched unblinkingly.
Having enough of my hesitation, he stepped in, hands wrapping around both my ankles.
A startled gasp ripped out of me when he lifted, forcing me back as he placed my feet flat on the counter.
The motion spread me open—super wide—cold air kissing the most sensitive part of me.
My hands braced tighter against the surface, stomach fluttering as I laid myself bare to him.
“This is what I mean when I say wide,” he murmured, staring down at me like I was his to consume. His thumb swept over his bottom lip, and the sight alone made more wetness spill from me. If he didn’t touch me soon, I swore I’d lose my mind and do it myself.
When his eyes finally lifted, they were darker, hungrier and possessive in a way that left me breathless. Those pupils swallowed me whole as he bent down, his mouth crashing onto mine.
“I need a stronger word for beautiful,” he whispered between kisses.
“Maybe fuck me?” I breathed back, kissing him harder before he pulled away to trail his mouth down my neck to my chest, then halting at my breast with a hunger that promised ruin.
He tilted his head back, eyes locking onto mine as his mouth closed over my nipple, tongue flicking in slow strokes that made my entire body twitch.
My fucking life.
Those eyes. Those endless, goddamned eyes staring up at me as he sucked me like I was prayer delivered at his doorstep.
I couldn’t stop watching, even when it made my chest heave and my throat choke out broken moans.
Only those eyes could make me feel like I was on the edge of orgasm before he’d even touched where I needed him most.
Then he groaned low in his chest, teeth scraping, lips sucking harder until my back arched. His hand rolled my other nipple between his fingers, rough, greedy, pinching and tugging until I gasped his name.
“Thrax—”
He hummed around my breast, the vibration shocking through me before he finally released it with a wet pop. My hand fisted in his dark hair, tugging, guiding, needing. He trailed lower, his mouth burning a path down my stomach, slow open-mouthed kisses pressed to every inch of skin.
By the time his mouth hovered over where I ached, I was already ruined.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped, his breath ghosting over my soaked folds.
Yes, because I’m in love with you. But I didn’t dare speak it out.
“For me?” His tone was rough, fraying at the edges with hunger.
I nodded. “Nobody else.”
The sound he made was nothing human—it was a starving animal’s growl—before he buried his face between my thighs.
I gasped, loud and shameless.
His hot tongue flattened over my clit, licking up every drop of slickness before he wrapped his lips around me and sucked hard.
My thighs tried to clamp shut, instinct desperate to shield the overwhelming flood of sensation, but his hands gripped my thighs like vices, forcing me wide.
He groaned against me, devouring every lash of his tongue dragging me higher until I was panting, my nails clawing at the counter.
I shook, lost in the oblivion of him, mouth spilling helpless moans that echoed through the kitchen. My thighs in his hold, my toes curling against the countertop, useless against the tide ripping through me.
“Please—oh gods, please,” I moaned, yanking on his hair.
He groaned, deep and guttural against my clit, and the vibration tore a cry out of me so loud it echoed. My entire body jolted, hips jerking helplessly into his mouth. That sound, that groan of raw male desire vibrating through me, nearly broke me right there.
“Thrax,” I whimpered.
And he looked up at me.
Fucking gods.
His mouth was still on me, his lips wet, but his eyes stayed locked on mine as his tongue slid out and licked my clit over in one obscene, devastating stroke, never breaking eye contact.
I melted into a puddle at the action.
The sight was filth incarnate.
The Soulless Man was devouring me like I was the only thing that existed in his cursed eternity. No, I was not getting over anything he’d done so far anytime soon.
My cheeks burned, sparks rushing through me so violently a tear slipped out.
“I like when you look at me like that,” I told him, my hand keeping him there.
He smirked against my flesh, then dragged his tongue in another slow, taunting lick while watching every flicker of my face.
My body betrayed me. A strike of lightning exploded in my veins, shudders ripping through my core, my stomach tightening like a bow ready to snap.
I was coming.
And it wasn’t pleasant.