Page 104 of The Edge of Never

Thane straightened and stared down at me with heat in his eyes. He dug his hand into my hair, pulling my head back further. He dragged the fingers of his other hand over my lips. I parted them on instinct. He pushed two fingers into my mouth before dragging them out to the tips. When he pushed them in again, I moaned in response. He smirked and kept fucking my mouth with his fingers.

“That’s it, Kit, show me how much ye want mah cock in yer needy wee mooth.”

I sucked his fingers and ran my tongue along them. He growled in response, tightening his grip on my hair. I’d provoked him and now I was reaping the rewards. I could get upset about what Sienna said later. Right then, I wanted to show him what his coming to my defence meant to me. I could reward him for it in a way that would please both of us.

Thane drew his fingers out of my mouth and used his hand to tug his clothes down. He was wearing black joggers, both of us preferring casual attire since we weren’t planning on leaving his house. The moment his cock sprang free, I licked my lip.

“Open.”

I lowered my jaw, letting my lips part for him to slide his cock between them. He wasn’t rough with me, merely kept a firm hold of my hair and pushed deeper into my mouth. Then he pulled back and thrust in again.

“Fuck.”

The longer he fucked my mouth, the more I squirmed in his hold. I reached out and gripped his clothes when his thrusts grew harder. My eyes watered, but I didn’t care. The look in his eyes had me captivated. Anger, lust, and desire clashed in those green depths. I rubbed my thighs together, wanting to touch myself, but I kept my hands on him. This was about him expelling all of those negative emotions. I was just along for the ride.

“Look at ye squirming, ye’re so desperate for me.”

I hummed in response since I couldn’t speak with his cock sinking deeper into my mouth. Touching my throat. I gagged a little, which made him pull back. Thane didn’t want to make me take more than I was capable of.

“Get up,” he demanded, pulling me by my hair.

I scrambled to my feet. Thane removed my glasses from my face and placed them on the far end of the table. Then he dragged me around to the other end where there was no chair in the way and lifted me up, seating me on the edge. He tugged off my joggers and underwear, leaving them in a pool at our feet.

Thane stepped between my legs and wrapped his hand around my throat. He stared at me for a long moment. A voiceless conversation happened between us. I dared him to be rough. To use me in ways he never had before. He wanted to know that I was onboard with it. That I wanted what he was about to do. I gave a soft nod, reassuring him I desired it as much as he did.

Thane’s free hand landed on my thigh, tugging me into him before using his thumb to direct his cock to my entrance. One sharp thrust had me panting. I gripped his biceps as he pulled back. Again, he pushed into me, rougher this time. I was ready for him. For everything he had to give. My leg hooked around his hip, encouraging the pounding I was about to receive.

“Do it,” I hissed, “make me scream.”

He leaned closer, pressing his forehead to mine as he kept a tight hold on my neck. The harsh breaths erupting from his mouth had me parting mine, breathing with him. He didn’t speak. He stared into my eyes, gripped my hip, and gave it to me.

It wasn’t the thrust of his cock inside me that overwhelmed me, but the way he looked at me, as if he saw everything I hid behind high walls with a multitude of spikes barring the way up. He scaled them without a care for his own safety and dropped down on the other side. And I was utterly at his mercy in all the ways that counted.

Being perceived by others could be physically painful for me. It was especially that way right then, but the way he fucked me counteracted it. The brutality of his strokes. I couldn’t stop him from seeing me. Nor did I wish to. He could bleed me dry, and I wouldn’t care. I was so wrapped up in him. In the duality of his nature. The way he could be so kind and yet fuck me with a viciousness that had me spiralling. Then he kissed me and that lit a fuse inside me. Spurred me into fucking him back with equal measure.

I clawed at him. He bit my lip. I tugged on his luscious hair. He squeezed my throat. We taunted each other with our actions until our movements blurred together. Until I was holding onto him for dear life as he fucked me into oblivion. Until time stood still and I was screaming his name, wishing for it to go on forever and wanting it to end at the same time.

“Kit,” he grunted in my ear before he bit down on the lobe.

“Don’t stop,” I panted, “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He let go of my neck and gripped my face with both his hands instead. He kissed me for all he was worth. It was messy, saliva going everywhere as he licked my face, but with him… messy was okay. Messy was good. Our tongues duelling felt as though we were fighting for control. We both knew he had it all, but the illusion that I could take it from him was intoxicating.

Thane pressed my back down onto the table. He pinned me there with his body over mine.

“Am gonnae come in ye,” he growled in my ear. “Ye’re gonnae take it all.”

“Please.”

“Aye, that’s it. Beg for it.”

His hips pounded into mine. His body tensed. There was no doubt he was close to exploding.

“I want it. Give it to me, please. Come in me. Fill me up.”

His hand slammed down on the table by my head.

“Fuck, Kit.”

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