Page 153 of The Sinner's Bargain

God, I was burning up from the inside as if a torch had been lit right in the core of my body.

I ached.

I hummed.

My clit had its own heartbeat that physically hurt with every step I took up the stairs, Thoran right behind me.

I felt like I would die if I didn’t get him alone and inside me soon. It was taking every last piece of my self-control not to run, or worse, beg him to take me right there on the stairs.

I took him into my room and slammed the door with a bit more force than was necessary and backed into it with him against me.

My hands were on his belt, ripping and tugging at the leather. Fighting to free him as I trailed kisses across his jaw, cheek, and neck.

“Baby, your dress,” he said, not pulling away, but not touching me.

“Buy me another one,” I panted, tearing the button on his trousers. The circle of plastic pinged across the floor.

That seemed to be all he needed to hear.

I was slammed into the door. His mouth lay claim over mine as he fisted bloody hands into my dress. I reached to pull my panties down, but his hand was already there. The fabric was snapped off my body with a violent yank that cut and burned into my flesh.

“Thoran!” I moaned, so close to cumming I nearly did with the attack. “Hurry.” I begged, desperate to have him inside me. “Please. I think I’m cumming.”

No more incentive was needed. He had me up with my legs around his hips and his cock ... it drove into me with a single, blinding plunge that killed me, or close because my entire body exploded and imploded and died and lived all at once. My head collided back into the door with a crack I barely noticed as the world collapsed in a void of black. I came on him with such violent ferocity, he roared my name and sank his teeth into my neck. I felt a rush of liquid expel and drench him and me, and still he pounded into me over and over until I was clawing his shoulders, his hair, and cumming again. My thighs tightened around his hips as my body bowed, barely over the last orgasm.

“Fuck! Naya!” he snarled, sounding furious even as he yanked us away from the door and marched to the bed.

There was a lot of ripping fabric and hungry lips as we hit the mattress. He was inside me the entire time, driving and grabbing and kissing. He was wild and brutal, and I didn’t want him to stop as he consumed me until there was nothing but our ragged breathing. Sweat cooled on our skin. A new and unfamiliar heat, a combination of him and me trickled out of my body, and I realized we’d forgotten the condom.

“Shit,” he gasped into the curve of my shoulder. He raised his head, sweat glistening at his temples as he peered into my face. “Did I hurt you?”

Deliriously sated and content, I shook my head.

He groaned and dropped his head to my naked chest where he’d shredded the front of my dress just enough to get my breasts. His top was no better where I’d torn the buttons and apparently part of his sleeve. It hung half on and half off his straining arms.

My dress was stained with blood and sweat. It smeared my arms and across my chest, and his. We were a mess, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up.

Thoran followed my gaze, and he started laughing too until we were both heaving at the hilarity of the situation.

“Christ,” he breathed several minutes later as we calmed enough to speak actual words. “That wasn’t at all how I expected the night to start, but you should have let me clean that fucker’s blood off first. I hate that he’s on you.”

“But you’re in me,” I somehow found the guts to murmur.

Thoran’s head lifted, and our gazes locked for a heartbeat before my words seemed to register. His chest heaved at the realization. His chin lowered, following the line of my body to where I was still a tender, wet mess. Something on his face shifted, becoming dark and feral as he descended. My skirt was torn under hurried, reckless hands. My thighs were roughly forced apart. The knees were thrust up to my chest.

Then he was staring at me and him coming out of me in a thick, white trickle. A sound escaped him that made me think of a wolf.

“Thoran,” I gasped.

But he’d already dived between them. His tongue sweeping and lapping like a wild, starving animal getting food for the first time. He nipped and sucked like he was afraid someone might try and take it away from him.

“Thoran ... Thoran, oh God...!” I choked. “Slow ... slow...”

His tongue plunged into me and scraped across my walls, scooping our combined releases.

His fingers followed, plunging, and thrusting, and tearing my world apart as I begged him not to stop, but he did. He took me to the edge and pulled away.

“No, please...” I begged.

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