Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
He doesn’t hesitate.
His lips bruise with the force as they crash into mine. His tongue forcing my lips open as his hands rip apart the bra and shorts leaving me completely bare. His hands roaming with so much heat, but not burning.
I take my hands and try to peel off his clothes. Fumbling with uncertainty because I don’t know how to do this but he takes the lead anyway.
Ripping his shirt open for me as he guides me back until the back of my thighs hit something.
His eyes devour and anticipation rolls as he says, “Get on the bed.”
Such sure hands undo his belt and jeans and soon enough they’re gone. I can barely swallow as I trace every line and contour of his body.
“Mavyn,” he whispers, and I hadn’t realized I froze until I look up to gentle eyes. So much tenderness as he relaxes his shoulders. “We don’t have to do this right now.”
Panic seizes for a moment because do I want to do this?
Fucking hell, that answer has been known since Darian first dragged his tongue over me.
But. . .
My voice studders and I hate it as I whisper, “I’ve never done this before.”
There’s no game or other motive behind it this time. Varian fucked me with his fingers which, with that thought has me squeezes my thighs together because I want him to do it again, but everything was heightened by the hunt.
And Darian has said it’s not about getting him off but about helping me. Most of the time I’m too consumed by the pleasure and pain to be able to do anything anyways.
It’s. . . intimidating.
Sure, I’ve had fantasies and imagined scenes, but there’s a difference between what’s in your mind and what’s real.
What if I mess up, or I don’t know where to put my hands, or I hurt him, or it just doesn’t feel good.
So many thoughts, too many thoughts and emotions and feelings and worries and anxiety.
Maybe there’s a reason I shouldn’t be touched.
Another kind of punishment because I’m not meant to do this and I’m actually really bad at sex.
People can be bad at it. Cordellia has said that to me before and that’s why courtesans are some of the best actresses.
Warm hands cup my jaw and I meet twin blood moons holding so much tenderness.
I don’t know what he sees in my eyes but I don’t know if I can do this anymore.
Fingers and tongues are one thing, and I doubt in the grand scheme of things his dick pushing through my hymen is that much of a difference – which, I don’t even know if it’s still intact considering what that sun devil did – but it’s everything else.
I want to. I think. . ? Yes.
No.
He leans down and his lips brush over my forehead before he whispers, “Do you remember your safe word, my poison girl?”
My body involuntarily shivers and my instincts heighten. There’s a flutter near my lower stomach at his tone and the insinuation.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Then get on the damn bed.”
My entire body stills. My heart thundering and I don’t try to control it.
“No.”
He softly brushes his lips over my forehead again, and then faster than I can track his hands go to my waist and I’m flying backward.
My ass doesn’t even touch the covers before I’m twisting and running. Naked be damned, I will not be doing this.
But I don’t even get close to the door before my hands are caged behind my back and my front is pressed into the sheets.
“I’m not kidding, Thorne!” I spit at him. “Let me go.”
Fingertips with blunt nails trace along my waist and hip before there’s a smack and my face flames as my core clenches. I could tell I was already getting wet, but that just. . . that – oh my fucking god.
He hums as his hand sooths the burn on my right ass cheek before I feel his lips begin tracing along my spine. When he gets up near my neck and shoulder he whispers so softly, “No, poison drop.”
Then I feel something hard press against me and he groans.
“Varian is going to love spanking this ass if you’re already this wet from it, love.”
Hearing the devil’s name, and especially out of my demon’s mouth, has my core fluttering again and my eyes roll in the back of my head as he slides his cock through my folds.
My heart thunders as adrenaline makes me want to run but that dark little part of my mind hopes he won’t let me.
“S – stop. Stop it, Thorne.” Panicked and little self-conscious voices are whispering, but please dear god don’t let him stop.
He hums before using his feet to nudge mine, making my legs spread further apart.
“Stop?” he repeats while sliding through me again and I can feel all the wetness being collected on his dick.
His head rubbing over and over against my clit.
His hands tightening around my wrists and waist. His tongue licking my shoulder blade before pressing a kiss to it.
It makes me shutter. “Now why would I do that when you feel so good, hmm?”
He shifts back just a bit and then I feel his tip nudge my entrance. It makes me whimper and for a moment I regret everything. You can’t go back from this. You can’t take it back.
But only a whimper leaves my throat as he pushes just the tip in.
“Fuck,” he pants, his warm breath dusting over my back and everything feels coiled so tight. My muscles straining from his hold. “Unholy gods, you’re so tight.” He presses a kiss to my spine. “So wet.” Another kiss. “I need you to relax, Mavyn.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I try to rub myself against his bed. Needing the friction, needing anything because it feels too much. And he’s asking me to relax?
His hand on my waist begins soothing as he tries pushing in more and I bury my face into the sheets. Too much, too much, too much.
Touch me, please.
He slides in another inch and we both moan.
“Fucking gods. Mavyn, love, please relax for me. I – I’m not gonna last.”
“Touch me, please, Thorne. I can’t – I can – “
His hand on my waist slides between me and the bed and the second his fingers touch my clit I jerk, which only makes him groan into my back and push in his cock further in.
“Mavyn,” he demands, but it’s all breathless and choppy and nothing like his usual drawling tone. “Shut the doors of your magic. Now.”
What?
His fingers swipe over my clit and I can’t think. Then he thrusts forward and pushes all the way in.
Every muscle and molecule of my body tightens up and it kind of stings down there as he holds out bodies together but doesn’t move.
He starts kissing up my spine and hums lightly. “Does it still hurt?”
I shift my hips making him groan but it just feels full. The smallest of aches, but nothing else. “No.”
His arm wrapped around me trembles as he says, “Good, now shut those doors of your magic.”
Taking a deep, steady breathe, I concentrate within me and shut those four doors that were wide open.
He finally lets go of my wrists allowing me to bring my hands to rest beside my head, only to firmly grip my hips now. Anticipation rolling but I finally relax and this thumbs rub circles into my skin.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So perfect. Now keep those doors shut.”
And then he pulls out nearly all the way before slamming right back inside me.
His fingertips dig into my skin as he hammers into me building the pressure so high up it feels like I’m about to explode. That slight ache forgotten as we rock against the foot of his bed.
He groans and grunts and I can’t do anything but whimper in the back of my throat as I take it, but it feels too good. Especially as he leans over me and slides a hand back between us.
He touches me like he knows exactly how to make my body sing. As if he’s been watching me my whole life preparing for this.
Hands and teeth and tongue and lips and he shifts my hips to hit a different spot within me. A deeper spot.
“Are you going to come for me, Poison?” he rumbles by my ear. So raw and deep and I clench around him making him growl into the side of my neck. “Yes, the fuck, you are.”
His hips move faster and his fingers touch and pinch and rub and I can’t think. There’s absolutely nothing except for us and right now.
I can feel it this time. Right before he tips me over that edge. The bond between us beginning to pull taunt.
For a split second I place all my focus within me. Keeping those doors shut. Concentrating on not letting my aura escape past this room. And making sure the bond between us does not cement.
I still don’t know how it was able to be cemented between me and Varian, but I can’t let that happen now.
So I touch that fifth door within me like I had when I prevented myself from first seeing Thorne’s soul, and then I fall back into my body and I come.
Stars flicker behind my eyelids. My core spasming and twitching and I dig my hands into the sheet from the feel of it all.
Too much, too much, too much.
Not enough, not enough, not enough.
I can feel Thorne finishing inside me. I hear his whispered words.
I am yours.
My love.
Perfect.
Beautiful.
Mine.
I want to be his. That’s the last thing I think before it all goes black.