Chapter 31 #2
‘More,’ I plead. ‘More.’
Gods, I’m desperate. And he knows it.
‘That’s better. Do you think you’ll remember this, Thorn?’ he asks, voice mocking.
As he climbs on top of me, I lift my head, straining to see his cock. I’m not disappointed. It’s rock hard and already glistening, causing my jaw to loosen in desire. The urge to take it in my mouth is almost as great as the need to feel it inside me.
‘Eyes on me, Princess.’
My entire body slackens. Whatever he wants, I’ll give him.
I know that. And so does he. As his eyes meet mine, even the smirk on his lips has me desperate to bite down on something.
Preferably him. And the urge only increases as he teases my entrance, the thick head of his cock toying with me, causing my desperation to reach an entirely new level.
‘Now, what I need is to feel you come around my cock harder than you’ve ever come in your life. You think you can do that for me?’
‘I … I…’
Why is it so fucking hard to speak?
‘You’re going to come so hard that I want you to forget your own name, Thorn. I want you to forget every name except mine. You understand?’
‘Yes! Yes! Please … please!’ There’s no pretence now. I’m begging. Absolutely begging.
And from the smile on his lips, that’s exactly what he wants.
‘Okay, Princess.’ He pushes his cock into me slowly.
I can feel the stretch as he pushes it so fucking deep I forget how to draw breath.
Yet he still has more to give me. I know his size.
Know what it feels like to have him push all the way inside me.
Know that dizzying, delicious place where pleasure, pain, and desperation combine.
My eyes slide shut as I moan.
‘Keep those eyes on me!’ he orders sharply, and I force them open to lock onto those ice-blue eyes that are so damned heated.
Agonisingly slowly, he grinds deeper, only to withdraw to the point of absolute torture a moment later.
‘No!’ I cry.
‘No?’ he questions. ‘You want me to stop?’
‘No! No!’
‘Then what do you want, Thorn? Tell me what you want.’
I can’t form a single thought other than how desperately I need him within me.
‘I… More…’ My words get lost in the pant of my breath.
‘What is it you need, Thorn?’ he questions again as he scatters more sparks across my body, making it bow and writhe. Yet again, he stops right before I tip over.
‘Gods! Please! I need … I need you to fuck me!’ I manage at last, the release of the words a gasp as I inhale and plead again.
‘Please, please fuck me. Fuck me so hard I forget my name.’ My thoughts are a jumble.
In fact, I’m not even sure they are my thoughts anymore.
‘Fuck me so hard the only name I remember is yours.’
He groans, low and appreciative. ‘As you wish.’ The smile on his face is almost as delicious as I know the moment I’ve been praying for will be.
This time, when he plunges his cock into me, it’s all the way.
My head flies back. With my hands bound, I have nothing to grab onto. Nothing to stop the scream that tears from my lungs as he thrusts again and again, deeper and deeper.
Every movement within me is considered, perfectly positioned to grind against the places of absolute pleasure, to press deeper and harder.
This is what I needed. What I was craving. I’m addicted to this, to him.
‘Fuck, Thorn…’ His moan rattles through me, enough to bring me right to the precipice again.
My body is surging, and my magic with it, every fibre of me ready to burst.
Abrupt fear ricochets through me. How much damage am I going to do with my magical release?
When I feel him come inside me, exactly how much of this room am I going to destroy? How do I stop it? This isn’t like the snow plains where there was nothing to harm.
I scrabble desperately for my magic, but I’m too close. I can’t stop it. I need something else to focus on.
‘Bite me! Hard!’ The words fly from my mouth before I can stop them.
Kyor slows his pounding as he looks at me, but it’s too late for that.
‘Now!’ I snap as I start to come apart. I’m going to come. I need him to come. I just also need to make sure I don’t wreck this entire fucking palace in the process.
The waves of heat pour through me. ‘I’m coming…’ My hips arch up, pushing him deeper into me than I thought was humanly possible. ‘I need you to bite— Kyor!’
For a split second, I think it’s too late. Pleasure surges through me, so all-consuming that any pretence of control I have slips away as the heat of his own unravelling spills inside me.
‘Thorn!’ The way his voice groans as his body jolts within me, again and again, only pushes me even further over the edge. Every part of my body is burning with magic, desperate to be released. I have to release. I don’t have a choice. It’s raging within me.
Then his warm mouth is on my skin, and pain strikes my shoulder, wrenching a gasp from my lips.
I can’t tell what’s pleasure and what’s pain – or which the cry is for – because they are so deeply entwined. So many sensations are rolling through my body as it tightens around him, as he continues to pulse within me with staggered breaths.
As spasms roll through my muscles again and again, I squeeze my eyes shut. The scrape of his teeth on my shoulder becomes my focus.
I have to focus on it. Have to stop myself from destroying this place. I claw at my magic, wrestle with it, and even as my orgasm wanes into the last faint ripples, my eyes remain closed, my breath shuddering.
Slowly, and not without his own low groans, Kyor withdraws his cock from where it has filled me so completely. ‘So,’ he pants, ‘that was something new.’
At Kyor’s words, I finally open my eyes, only to wince as he brushes his fingers gently against my shoulder. ‘Too much?’ he asks with concern.
Sitting up, I examine the teeth marks on my skin. They’re red and angry, and I’ve no doubt they’re going to bruise, but he hasn’t cut the skin, and besides, that’s the least of my worries.
‘Did I break anything?’ I ask, scanning the room. ‘The walls. The windows?’
‘Everything’s intact except that patch of skin,’ he tells me. He looks around. ‘Not sure where that idea for biting you came from, Thorn, but it worked. Probably not a method we should use repeatedly, though.’
With a sigh of relief, I sink back onto the bed. I have no intention of telling Kyor that Fen licking me was the inspiration for the bite. I needed a distraction, a physical one, and it worked.
Slick with sweat, Kyor lies down next to me and combs his fingers through my hair.