Page 103 of Tharn's Hunt
And then his mouth is on me.
His lips brush against my collarbone, soft and warm, before trailing lower. He pauses at the edge of my bra, tilting his head as if confused by the straps. He makes a low, impatient sound, then hooks his claws under the bottom band and just shoves the entire thing upward, pulling it over my head to be discarded along with my top.
The moment I’m bare before him, Tharn freezes. His entire body goes rigid, a statue of bronze muscle and stunned stillness.
"You’ve never seen breasts before, have you," I whisper, my cheeks flushing under his intense, unblinking stare.
A low, guttural sound rumbles in his chest, and he leans closer.
His clawed hand comes up, hovering over my breast for a long, silent moment. Then, his fingers make contact. His broad palm cups the weight of me, his thumb brushing over the soft swell of skin.
My breath hitches, my nipple hardening instantly into a tight, aching point against his palm.
Tharn’s reaction is immediate. A tremor runs through his hand. His gaze snaps from my breast to my face, his pupils flaring wide, swallowing the amber. The air in the alcove shifts, the quiet curiosity in his posture instantly consumed by a raw, dawning hunger. He felt that. He saw my body respond.
And then his mouth is on me. His mouth closes on my nipple. He tastes me. A deep, guttural rumble vibrates from his chest, and his other hand slams down on the furs beside my hip, his claws extending and digging in as if to anchor himself.
The sensation is electric, a bolt of pleasure that shoots straight to my core. My hands tangle in his hair, my breath hitching as his mouth suckles tentatively at first, then grows stronger as my body arches into his.
He learns fast. And he doesn't stop there.
He moves lower, his lips trailing down my stomach, his claws hooking into the waistband of my skirt and panties, pulling them off with ease.
I’m bare beneath him now, fully exposed, but instead of feeling vulnerable, I feel... powerful.
Because the way he’s looking at me—like I’m something sacred, something he can’t resist—makes me feel like I could set the world on fire.
His hands clamp around my thighs,forcing them wider, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.Good. Iwantthe marks. I want to feel him tomorrow, even after this is over.
His breath is hot between my legs, but he doesn’t move. Not yet. Just watches me, eyes black with hunger, while I squirm.Begging without words.
His tongue drags over me in one long, filthy stroke. Mouth searing against my skin, licking into me like he’s starving.
I cry out, back arching, fingers clawing at the furs. “Fuck?—!"
A deep, satisfied growl vibrates against me, his grip tightening, keeping me pinned. He doesn’t let me move. Doesn’t let me catch my breath. Justdevours. Rough licks, sharp nips of his fangs, that relentless fucking tongue circling, thrusting,deep into me.
Every sound I make only drives him harder.
"Tharn—!" My voice cracks, thighs shaking. He groans against me, the sound dark,possessive, and then his mouth seals over me, sucking hard, tongue working mercilessly.
I come so fast it’s like falling. Violent, gasping, my whole body seizing. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. Just licks me through it, wrings out every last shudder, until I’m sobbing, wrung out,destroyed.
Only then does he pull back, lips wet, gaze feral. A single, possessive thought brands my mind.
"Again."
THARN
Her taste is ruinous.
The first time my tongue drags over her, it’s like the ground has dropped out from under me.
Sweet.
Salt.
Heat.
