Page 98 of Seized to Sacrifice
He hid behind a column as he heard her accidentally send a rock rolling through the dirt with her foot. She ran past him, not realizing he was there, and his arm shot out to grab her, turning her swiftly and pushing her against the stone pillar that had been at his back.
‘Now you pay your forfeit,’ he growled.
She squealed as he bunched her dress around her waist, picking her up and wrapping her legs around him. He took her wrists and pinned them with one great hand above her head when she tried to push at him, the other circling her throat as he kissed her hard. He ground his pelvis into her and heard her whimper.
‘How long I've wanted this,’ he muttered, moving his hand from her neck, and touching her breasts. He felt her nipples beading under his fingers and then moved lower, under the voluminous cloth to between her legs.
‘You’re not wearing any small clothes,’ he muttered, unable to help the excitement that bubbled up inside him.
‘Don't have any,’ she murmured.
Unable to wait any longer he took his aching cock from his breeches and thrust deeply, impaling her on his hard length. He let her slide down it, all the way to the hilt. Her fingernails clawed at his hand as she took a stuttering breath, letting out a cry that reverberated through the cavernous space.
Thorne held her up, easing out and then pushing back in hard.
‘Do you like that, female?’ he asked as she mewled. ‘Do you like being fucked in this place of death?’
She didn't answer, simply moaned as he took his thumb and began to work that bead at the top of her thighs, worrying it, moving his calloused fingers back and forth over it, rolling it, pinching it.
He slapped it hard, and she jolted with a cry. He grinned in the darkness and did it again.
She came suddenly, her channel spasming around his staff as he pistoned into her hard and quick, a small part of him still punishing her for all the time that had been wasted without her.
Letting out a thunderous bellow, he spilled his seed into her, pushing her into the stone behind her, not letting her go.
They stayed there, breathing hard and the Beast was suddenly in his mind, calling her his mate wanting to be free, but Thorne fought him back.
This time she's mine.
And, for once, the Beast receded. Perhaps all was not lost.
He let Elle down to the ground, holding her steady as she wobbled on shaky legs. Her eyes darted this way and that. The moment was finished, and she was reverting back to her fear of the darkness.
He drew her close to him.
‘Come. I'm not quite finished down here, but I'll take you back to the light, little goddess.’
She nodded shakily, and he took her through the black to where the stone steps led up.
She grasped his hand. ‘Don’t stay down here too long,’ she muttered. ‘The past is dead.’
He kissed her lips gently and sent her up the stairs with a swat to her rump. When he heard the door at the top close, he sat down on the step and sighed.
We need to find a way to heal our split.
Yes, the Beast answered him.
But how?
His mind was silent. The Beast clearly didn’t have any other ideas.
Feeling a slight breeze, he realized that his cock was still hanging from his breeches. He let out a chuckle and put himself away, imagining the looks he’d get around the Library if he walked upstairs in such a state.
But then he sighed wistfully. He already wanted her again.
‘Soon,’ he muttered in the dark. ‘Soon.’
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