Page 88 of The Edge of Never

He smirked and pushed himself up onto his knees.

“Turn over.”

I did as he asked, settling myself on my hands and knees. His big hands curled around my hips, pulling me into him as his cock slid along the length of my cunt. I whined in response. Thane chuckled and did it again.

“Please.”

“Mah needy wee thing.”

I want to be entirely yours and no one else’s.

The thought was so sudden that I barely had time to process it before Thane pushed inside me. He didn’t go fast, more like achingly slow to make me feel every single inch. I panted and closed my eyes. He leaned over me, one hand landing by mine and the other sliding into my damp hair. His breath dusted over the tip of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I can tell ye like that, Kit,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, “ye wannae be fucked until ye’re a mess on mah bed, desperate for a reprieve, but I willnae give ye one. Am gonnae enjoy hearing ye beg.”

He pulled back and slid into me again. I whimpered because everything he said sounded so good. His hand made a fist in my hair, and he tugged on it.

“This is how I wanted tae fuck ye when we were in the tent. Tae have ye at my mercy. I havnae been able tae stop thinking aboot it. How ye’d feel. The way ye’d moan. Yer body trembling every time I say yer name.”

His thrusts became harder. It was growing increasingly difficult to keep thinking about anything else but him, the way he fucked me, and the things he was saying in my ear.

“Kit… Kit… Kit,” he whispered, punctuating each one with the thrust of his body into mine.

“Thane,” I cried out as he tugged my head back and met my eyes.

“Aye, that’s it, pretty wee thing. Cry for me.”

His mouth is going to be the actual death of me.

If you’d asked me whether I was into dirty talk before I met Thane, I would have said absolutely not. Something about his voice, his accent, and the things he said were hot rather than cringe-inducing. It was just Thane in general that I found attractive. Everything he did and said was addicting.

“I’ll cry,” I choked out.

“Ye will, Kit. I’ll make ye.”

The idea of Thane making me do stuff had me trembling with need.

“Please.”

With all of his weight, Thane pressed my body down onto the bed. I collapsed onto it. He went with me, continuing to fuck me with increasingly ruthless strokes. He kept one hand in my hair, tugging at the roots. His other hand slid up my arm before he entwined our fingers together and pinned my hand on the bed.

“Beg.”

The single word had me immediately obeying.

“Fuck me until I cry, please… please don’t stop, I want it to hurt.”

He didn’t even falter in his strokes. The way he was pressing me down had the bedsheets rubbing against me. The friction was perfect. This was exactly what I needed. To feel utterly consumed and at his mercy.

“Thane, please.”

“So needy.”

“Yes, yes, I am. I want you everywhere.”

“Everywhere…”

I shifted against him but found I couldn’t move a whole lot.

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