Page 140 of The Sinner's Bargain

“I know, baby. Christ, you’re fucking killing me. Your cunt was made for me. Fucking made for my cock.” He was breathing hard. Sweat glistened at his temples, sticking dark strands to his skin. “Cum for me, Naya.” His thrusts deepened. The base of his body hit my clit, driving me closer to the edge.

Instinctively, I dug my heels into the mattress and met him, grinding my hips to add more friction.

Thoran snarled. His fists twisted into the ruined shreds of my nightgown as he gripped me to him and raised his head.

His face was a mask of blood thirsty desire. It was wild and hungry, and I was terrified and lightheaded, and I never wanted him to stop.

But he slowed and matched my inexperienced attempts. His hips rolled with mine, driving me deeper until my thighs were quivering and I was screaming as my orgasm came out of nowhere and tore me in two.

I might have died a little as my body broke around the steel length of him. It was too much.

Thoran caught my hands pushing at his shoulders and pinned them to the pillow under my thrashing head.

“Oh, I’m not done, sweetheart.” He chuckled darkly into my ear, his penis shoving impossibly deeper. “That was just the appetizer.”

He refused to stop even when I was a damp, quivering lump of useless flesh sucking at the torture device still hard inside me. It felt like hours of him never letting me down. Just when I could feel my orgasm peak and wane, he was forcing a fresh one on me.

“I can’t,” I sobbed into his shoulder. “Please. Please, no more.”

“One more,” he urged, the thumb wedged between our bodies rolling my sensitive clit. “One more, Naya.”

I was shaking my head, but my traitorous body was already heaving. Already pumping to meet his hard, even thrusts.

“That’s it. That’s it. Cum with me, love. Show me how badly you want my cum in your greedy, little cunt.”

I lost the rest of his filthy words as my ears buzzed and I whined what must have been my twentieth orgasm. Only this time, it was followed by a hot surge of heat exploding deep in my body and I gasped.

“Fuck,” he wheezed into my neck. “Naya.”

The sound of my name coming out of him in a weak, desperate whimper seized my walls around him. He moaned and pumped deeper despite being semi soft.

“You’re fucked, baby,” he panted into my ear. “Now that she’s mine, I’m going to use and abuse the shit out of her. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.” He raised his face to kiss me, and I clung weakly to him until he pulled away.

He rose off me and padded into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with a glass of water and a wet rag I knew would be ice cold before it even touched me.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but it’ll help,” he said when I jumped at the contact. “Drink.”

I took the water and sipped slowly while he cupped the square of cloth against my tender flesh. Our eyes never lost contact and I waited to feel embarrassed, but nothing ever came.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked after I finished the whole glass of water.

I shook my head. “A little at first, but I thought it would be worse.”

It would have been with Jarrett. He wouldn’t have been gentle. He wouldn’t have put me first or made sure I was ready. That was the difference.

He took the glass and placed it on the nightstand. He helped me discard the ruined remains of my slip, grinning slightly at the state of it before tossing it to the floor. The sheets were pulled around me and he reached for the lamp.

“Wait.” I grabbed his arm. “Can ... can we please leave it on?” I chewed the corner of my lip. “Please?”

His warm attention searched my face, but he gradually drew his hands back and rose. He asked no questions when sliding beneath the sheets and pulling me into his arms.

“Get some rest,” he said into the top of my head. “That was just round one.”

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