Page 139 of The Sinner's Bargain

He seemed to freeze at my question. His chin lifted until I was caught in the fire in his eyes.

“You want me to cum in you, love?”

My cheeks warmed. “If you want.”

A deep growl vibrated across his chest, and he leaned in to close his mouth over mine in a hot, greedy claim. “There is nothing that gets me harder than the idea of pumping you so full of my spunk you leak for days, but no babies. Not yet. I fucking want them. A hundred of them with you. The thought of you big and round with my baby fucking kills me, but not yet.”

I didn’t argue that. I had never been sure I wanted children. Not with Jarrett. But I wanted as many as Thoran would give me. Just not yet.

When I didn’t protest, he pulled back and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats. The black fabric was dragged down over his hips. I watched him bob free of the confines. Watched him stand thick and heavy between us. The fat head was leaking and my mouth water at the memory of his salty tang spreading over my tongue.

It must have shown on my face because Thoran chuckled. “What did I tell you about objectifying him?”

I could only stare as the rubber was pulled down the smooth shaft. “He’s so beautiful,” I said.

Thoran grunted as his hand closed over the rock-hard bulge and stroked a few times. I watched and wished I was the one doing that.

“You keep staring at him like that, sweetheart, and I’m going to blush.”

I felt myself smile. He returned it with a grin as he moved to me. His weight and heat found their home in my arms. Between my legs. My arms curled around his shoulders, dragging him closer.

“I have to tell you something,” I breathed into his mouth. “I’ve never done this before.”

Thoran’s arm hooked around my waist and I was lifted into the curve of his body. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “But it’ll hurt a little the first time.”

I nodded that I understood. It dawned on me that I was shivering in anticipation and a touch of uncertainty.

I expected him to slam into me. Instead, his hand was splayed across my belly. His thumb was between my lips, rubbing my clit.

“Look at me, Naya,” he prompted, breathing each word into my mouth. “I want to watch you cum on my cock. That’s it,” he whispered when I rolled my hips against his hand. “Get nice and ready for me.”

“I’m ready,” I promised, heart slamming between us. “I want this. You.”

His groan burned my lips. He said nothing as he reached between our bodies and took himself in hand. I felt his head nudge my opening and I stiffened.

“Shhhh,” he murmured. “He’ll feel so good once he’s inside you, Naya. He’ll stretch your tight cunt until you’re begging me to fuck you. To pound him so deep...”

So lost in his delicious promises, I didn’t expect him to plunge into me until the searing pain invaded my body and snatched the air from my lungs.

My head flung back as my body tore in two at the colliding pain and pleasure that jerked my hips off the mattress.

“Thoran!”

My nails ripped into the muscles of his back. Anchoring me to something solid when I was adrift in my euphoria.

He snarled into my bared throat. “Fuck! Naya! Fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking wet.”

His hips moved slowly, giving me time to adjust. I could feel his restraint in the coils of his back muscles bulging and flexing under my hands. His arms vibrating around me. He was trying so hard to be gentle.

“More,” I panted into his ear.

I opened my legs to prove I was ready.

I wasn’t.

Nothing could have prepared me for the raw, pressure of having a foreign appendage in what felt like the size and length of my forearm rock inside me. The motions quickened and the discomfort was immediately replaced by a different sensation. A hotter one. One that made my toes curl and my back arch.

“Thoran...”

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