Page 104 of Thorns of Deceit: The Beast Within

“Well,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth, “I suppose that’s one way to make a lasting impression.”

He chuckled, the sound low and self-deprecating. “Not quite the performance I had in mind,” he admitted. “Perhaps we should call it a night? Preserve what’s left of my dignity?”

“Oh no,” she grinned, beginning to move atop him, her motions slow and graceful. “We’re just getting started.”

She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, guiding him to touch her, to pleasure her the way she liked. He felt himself hardening again, faster than he expected, and couldn’t suppress a groan as his length grew inside her.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, his hips thrusting gently, reveling in the warmth and tightness that enveloped him. “Like you were made for me.”

Had she been waiting for this as long as he had?

She set a torturously slow pace, rising and falling above him with a grace that turned him into a breathless mess. He watched, fascinated, as her breasts moved with each breath, a sensual moan vibrating through her body, her pleasure evident in everymovement. She threw her head back, exposing her neck, and he wanted to taste her there, to mark her again, to leave an indelible sign of his possession.

“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse, his hands bruising her hips as he clutched at her. “Sky, I need?—”

“More?” she teased, leaning forward so that her soft breasts brushed his chest. Her hips ground against him in a slow, sinful circular motion, and he could feel her heat, her need, building. “More of what, Your Majesty?”

His title on her lips sent a bolt of pure lust through him, and with a growl, he flipped their positions, pressing her into the mattress as he loomed over her.

“You,” he vowed. “All of you.” And to emphasize his point, he thrust into her, setting a punishing pace.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan, then she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hunger mirroring his own, her nails raking down his back, leaving fiery trails in their wake. But the pain only fueled his desire, sending him spiraling further into a haze of need and possession.

“Say it, Sky,” he growled against her neck, leaving a trail of bites and kisses along her skin. “Tell me you’re mine. That you’ll never leave me.”

“Yours,” she gasped, her body arching to meet his, her nails digging deeper. “Always yours, Arye. I swear it.”

Hearing this promise on her lips shattered the last vestiges of his control, and he thrust into her with renewed fervor.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

She met his passion with her own, matching him stroke for stroke, her body moving beneath him in a rhythm that threatened to undo him. Her nails left bloody streaks on his body, and he welcomed the pain, his movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate.

He felt her tighten around him, her release building. But it was too slow. He couldn’t endure this any longer. She felt too good. So hot and tight. He would go mad if he waited any longer.

He reached between her thighs, his fingers finding her swollen spot. He rubbed in slow, firm circles, enjoying the way her body jerked and bucked beneath him, her control slipping away.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his mouth moving to her ear. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her head tossing from side to side. “I’m so close. Just a little more?—”

“I told you that you’d surrender to me one day,” he whispered, his voice dark with triumph. And then he bit down on the tender skin of her neck, sucking hard, while he thrust and rubbed her to her climax. He watched, entranced, as the most controlled and beautiful woman he had ever seen lost herself to pleasure, knowing that he was the one who made her feel this way, who made her lose her mind. Her body jerked, her breath became frantic, her eyes watery, desperately fighting to get over the edge.

She cried out, arching off the bed, her release crashing over her. Her nails clawed at his back, her body convulsing, and he felt her walls throbbing around him, milking his release.

“Arye, I’m—” She broke off with a choked sob as her orgasm ripped through her, and that was all it took to send him over the edge as well. With a guttural groan, he spilled himself deep into her, marking her as his in the most primal way, his hips snapping upwards as he rode out his release.

It was unbelievable. Addicting. Intoxicating.

They lay tangled together, breathless and sated. He pressed soft, butterfly kisses to her neck, shoulders, and breasts, their tenderness belying the fierceness of their joining. His hands moved gently over her body, as if unable to stop touching her,and he marveled at the fact that she was finally his, that he was finally, finally allowed to do all this.

“What are you thinking?” she asked softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his spine.

He smiled, a mixture of contentment and dark promise. “That I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted,” he replied. “And that I’ll kill anyone who tries to take it from me.”

“Hush now,” she murmured, pulling him in for another kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, painting the room in hues of gold and crimson. His eyes fluttered open, his mind hazy with the remnants of sleep. For a moment, he lay still, savoring the unfamiliar weight in his arms.

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