Page 87 of The Edge of Never

Kit

Thane grabbed us some towels from a shelf in the bathroom. Once we were both suitably dry and our hair was no longer dripping, he took my hand and led me across the hallway to his bedroom.

It was a large room with a big bed against the wall that was opposite the corridor. There was another of those huge windows that looked out across the woods. It had two sets of curtains, light-blocking ones which were open and sheer curtains that were drawn. To the left of the door was an entire wall of built-in wardrobes with dark, wooden double doors.

He brought me over to the bed, took the towel out of my hands and set it over the pillows so our wet hair wouldn’t make them damp. I lay down at his encouragement, situating myself in the centre.

Thane crawled over me, careful of his ankle, and kissed me. It grew heated quickly, our bodies grinding against one another, seeking friction.

Maybe I should have questioned this more. Asked what his intentions regarding me were, but I was too busy being consumed by desire to care. We’d survived. Kissing and touching him felt life-affirming in a strange sort of way.

“Kit,” he groaned, pressing his mouth to my jaw, and trailing his tongue down my neck.

My hands were at his back, keeping him as close as possible. Cocooning myself in his embrace gave me safety. I could ignore everything else and be in this fully without worrying about what any of it meant.

When his tongue met my collarbone, he nibbled at it, leaving soft bites across my skin. I trembled. His touch was maddening in all the best ways.

“More,” I moaned. “More, please.”

Thane licked my sternum, trailing his tongue down the valley of my breasts where my tattoo lay.

“So fucking pretty,” he muttered, kissing each moon in turn. “Desperate, that’s what I am for ye, fucking desperate tae feast on ye.”

It didn’t feel like he was merely touching me. There was a reverence to it like I was an altar he worshipped at. I basked in it, knowing in that moment I was precious to him.

My back arched when he ran his tongue over one of my nipples. I moaned when he bit me, my hands tightening around him.

Thane licked a path down my stomach before settling between my legs. His eyes were on me, but I couldn’t look at him. It would be too intense. Instead, as he bent his head lower, I put my arm over my eyes and my attempt to breathe turned into a moan. His tongue was on me, circling around my clit and making me grip the sheets below us with my free hand. Two of his fingers speared inside of me. His other hand slid up my stomach, holding me down on the bed as my back arched off it.

“Oh fuck.”

Thane didn’t respond. He kept licking me and fucking me with his fingers. As good as it felt, I found it difficult to let go enough to climax. My brain was too full now he was no longer surrounding me completely. I kept thinking about what I must look like to him. Whether I was moving right.

A lifetime of being self-conscious because of other people constantly criticising me was hard to undo. Didn’t matter if Thane was kind and never made me feel like I was a weirdo, I was having trouble focusing solely on the pleasure. It wasn’t like in the tent where I was mostly hidden from view. When we were lost in each other. Now it was only about me, old habits were rearing their ugly heads.

My arm dropped from my face. I reached out and tugged on his hair to get his attention.

Thane looked up at me, eyes searching mine for a moment. Then he raised his head and frowned.

“Ye okay? Am I daeing it wrong?”

I shook my head.

“No, no, fuck no. It’s me… I’m really self-conscious right now, and that’s not your fault. I can’t come when I feel like this.”

Embarrassment at admitting the truth flared inside me. It shouldn’t, but the vulnerability of the position I was in made it hard not to feel it. I had never been this honest with anyone in my life, despite valuing truth and honesty above most other things.

Thane pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and slid his fingers from me.

“Dae ye wannae stop?”

“No.”

He kissed my thigh again.

“Dae ye want me tae pin ye doon and impale ye on mah cock while I pull yer hair until ye stop thinking so hard?”

I nodded, biting down on my bottom lip. If he consumed me entirely, I might well forget about anything but him.

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