Chapter 27 #3
I was slightly mesmerised by the sight of Thallor on top of me, pinning me beneath him as he had done all those months ago.
His body was large and warm and heavy and I, well, I was overwhelmed with desire in the best possible way.
His eyes had darkened as he looked down at me, smirking slightly as I worked to catch my breath.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this,” he said, his voice a little breathless as he pressed slow, languid kisses to my neck and jaw.
“Did all those dark romance novels fill your mind with lewd thoughts?” I chuckled, a little breathlessly.
“No, but those tiny shorts you always wear do.”
“And you’re only just making a move now? I thought you said demons were a little more direct,” I challenged.
“Keep talking like that and I’ll put this pretty little mouth of yours to good use.” He looked down at me as if his tether was about to snap. But I was too dizzy, too distracted by his words to respond. Just looking up at him, seeing the want behind his eyes, left me without the ability to speak.
“Tell me you want this,” he groaned, his voice gravelly against my goose-fleshed skin.
And then he brought his lips down the side of my jaw, letting his sharp canines track against my skin.
The feel of them leaving me breathless as a shudder coursed through my body.
I pulled Thallor toward me, needing his lips against mine again, but he didn’t blink.
He didn’t move. He continued to hold my gaze, searching, waiting, pleading.
“Tell me, Quincey,” he said again. His tone unyielding. “Tell me you want this. I need to hear you say it.”
God, that voice does something to me. His words were commanding–firm and terrifying–but the way he said my name had my heart stuttering in my chest. My thoughts continued to swirl around my head, and my hands trembled against his chest as I looked up at him.
I could tell from the way my cheeks heated that they were flushed.
Honestly? I was surprised that he couldn’t see it.
I was surprised he couldn’t tell just how much I wanted him.
Just how much my body betrayed me when he was close.
“Yes, I want this…you. I want you.”
The words had barely left my mouth before my clothes had disappeared.
I wasn’t sure what it was, either the throes of passion or Thallor’s other-worldly magic, but my clothes had been there one minute, and gone the next, until I was bare beneath him.
I kept expecting myself to feel insecure or anxious or nervous, but none of that came.
Now that I think about it, when I was with Thallor, I only ever felt like myself.
It was like he saw everything that I was and loved me for it.
He looked down at my naked body, fully clothed, but his desire clear as the light of day.
“You are magnificent,” he growled into my ear before his lips found mine.
The kiss was deep and urgent. As though I was the only cure to his unsated hunger.
There was a possessiveness behind every touch and every kiss.
Like Thallor needed more than just my lips.
He held my hips with an intensity that I was sure would leave me bruised.
There was a want, a need, to claim me. To mark me as his.
And Gods, did I want to be. I think I had wanted to for a while.
I wasn’t sure why I had tried to swallow down the feeling for so long because being there, with him, felt like the only right thing in the world.
His hands roamed further down my body. Each touch burned with a delicious heat, as if he were tracing liquid fire along my skin. The world around us blurred into oblivion as he slipped one finger inside me. This isn’t possible. There is no way it should feel this good.
“You’re wet for me…already,” he hummed in amusement before nipping just below my jaw.
I didn’t deny it. There was no fucking point. Not when he had another finger pressed at my entrance. “Yes,” I pleaded as I rocked against him. “Oh my god.”
His lips found mine again, and there was nothing gentle about his kiss this time.
It was deeper and chaotic. All-consuming.
Thallor pulled whimper after whimper and moan after moan from my mouth as I clutched to the ripples of muscle beneath his shirt.
I continued to grind against him like I was made for him and only him, his low, breathy groans encouraging me on.
I could feel him harden against me as I continued to chase that wave of desire.
I was getting close, quickly descending into my own euphoria as he slipped another finger inside, in a slow, brutal thrust. “Thallor,” I moaned, my voice unlike anything I’d heard before.
I almost didn’t recognise myself, and the desire I heard was entwined with each word that slipped from my lips.
I’d never known anything to feel like this, but I knew in that moment that I wanted to feel it again and again, with him.
“I love it when you say my name, Quincey,” he whispered into my ear.
“I—fuck—”
“Say it.”
His fingers thrust into me again, curling just right, dragging a whimper from my throat so raw it made his lips twitch. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was teeter on the edge of pure ecstasy as Thallor used his thumb to rub at my clit.
“Say it, Quincey.”
“Thallor,” I gasped.
“Good girl.” He continued to work me in a way that unravelled me completely.
He drew his fingers in and out of me as his teeth traced against the skin at my neck.
The sounds that escaped him were low and heady and delicious.
I was sure another groan from him would pull me over the edge. If I died right now, I’d die happy.
Thallor’s other hand began to palm at my body, roaming up from my hips.
His mouth followed enthusiastically, as he trailed mind-altering kisses across my skin.
I’d never been very good at asking for what I wanted, but with Thallor, I didn’t need to.
I liked that he wasn’t gentle. I like that he took what he wanted, and when he brought his mouth down against my nipple and bit hard, I couldn’t help but gasp his name in encouragement.
And there it was. That desperate feeling I needed so badly. I could feel the pulse of anticipation. The electricity that coursed through me as Thallor brought me closer to the edge. So, fucking close. And then, without warning, he stopped.
“Please,” I gasped as he pulled away from where his hands had been between my legs. I looked up at him in indignation before feelings of embarrassment seeped through the cracks. Did I do something wrong?
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Quincey,” he said, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
“Then…why did you…” My voice was still breathy. I was desperate for him. I needed it. Him. The release.
“Because I love watching you come undone.” He smirked at me.
“Please.” My body reacted, rebelling against him with defiance as I bucked my hips into his hands. Thallor held me there, flat, steady, and writhing under the weight of him as he denied me the friction I so desperately needed.
“You don’t get to come yet.”
Once he was sure I was settled, his hands were on me again.
His fingers slipped inside me as his thumb circled and teased at my clit.
The pressure was enough to make me moan, but never quite enough to give me what I wanted.
Every time I thought I was getting close, Thallor pulled back.
Again and again, until my mind was beginning to unravel, leaving me as no more than putty in his hands.
“Please,” I whispered, “I’ll do anything.”
“Look at you. You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as he dragged a single finger against my clit before moving his hand away again.
“Touch me,” I pleaded. Pulling his hand back to the spot between my legs. My body reacted to him with a fervour that I had never experienced with anyone else.
“You have no idea how much I have thought about this, Quincey,” he said as he palmed my breast. “Of all the things I’d do to you once I had you in my arms. I could do this forever. Watch you come undone.”
“Please, Thallor, please.” I was begging now.
“What do you need, baby?” he groaned. “I know you can handle this.”
He was torturing me with pain and pleasure until I couldn’t see straight. I wanted release, but I didn’t want this to end. When I thought he might continue toying with me, stopping and starting again, Thallor gave me exactly what I needed.
He’d continued the process for what felt like hours. Delicious, torturous hours until the only thing that filled the room was the sound of me screaming his name. The feeling of pleasure was all-encompassing as I throbbed between my legs. Bolts of electricity coursed through my body again and again.
The word mine escaped his lips as he bit down on my skin.
I gasped as the pleasure tore through my body.
“That’s it,” he murmured. Through every pulse, Thallor held me in his arms, grounding me as I slipped further into the intoxicating depths of our joint desire.
“In all my years of existence, I have never wanted to do anything more.”
Once I’d finally caught my breath, a little flushed, a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I wiggled out of Thallor’s clutches and where he held me to his body, before pushing myself up to look at him.
“I want to… Can I do something for you?” I whispered. Because I do, I do want to.
“What are you talking about?” he said, stroking my cheek with tenderness and kissing the bite at my shoulder. “Quincey, if you think I didn’t enjoy that…if you think that was all for you and not for me, then you’re insane.”
“But that was all for me. You didn’t get to…I mean, I’d like to do something for you too,” I mumbled over my words, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable and totally stupid.
“Quincey, baby,” he said, tilting my face and smiling at me. “I am no gentleman. This was all selfish. Purely and utterly selfish. Getting to watch you come with my name on your lips was more for me than it could ever be for you.”
“We have all the time in the world. You’ve had a long day,” Thallor whispered softly into my hair. “Tomorrow you can show me exactly what you had in mind, but what I want you to do right now is sleep.”
And so, I did. Held in his arms. And it was the best sleep I’d had in months.