Page 93 of Their Reckless Thief
He stood, the soft glow of the lamp catching on the lines of his body as he stripped away the last of his clothing. I followed every movement—the ripple of muscles under his skin, the tautness of his stomach, the sharp lines of his hips. My gaze drifted lower, to his hard, thick cock. Heat flooded my face and pooled low in my belly. Before I could stop myself, I licked my lips.
“Get over here, Voss,” I breathed, my voice filled with need I couldn’t suppress.
The moment his skin touched mine again, it was like being struck by lightning. His heat, his weight, the raw power of him—it was intoxicating. My hands moved of their own accord, skimming over the ridges of his stomach, the broad expanse of his chest. Every inch of him was perfection, sculpted and strong, but it wasn’t just his body that undid me. It was the way helooked at me, like I was something precious, something worth protecting.
Dorian’s lips found my neck, and he trailed soft kisses that made me arch into him. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I let out a moan.
“You drive me fucking crazy, love.”
His hands were everywhere—sliding down my back, gripping my hips, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t stand the distance between us. I wanted to tell him to stop, to slow down, to let me catch my breath, but the words wouldn’t come. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want to think about what this meant, about how easily he could destroy me if I let him in.
When he pulled back again, I thought I might scream. My skin burned where his lips had touched, aching for more. He knelt beside the bed, his amber eyes heavy-lidded as they raked over me. I could see the restraint in his posture, the tension in his shoulders as he fought to keep himself in check. It wasn’t just desire I saw in his gaze—it was need. And fuck, how I wanted to give in to it.
“Dorian—”
He silenced me with a look, his hands moving to the waistband of my panties. He tugged them down slowly, carefully, as if he was unwrapping something fragile, until I was completely bare beneath him.
“So fucking perfect.”
The weight of his gaze made me squirm, but he didn’t let me hide. He climbed back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine, his warmth enveloping me. His lips returned to my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone, then lower to the swell of my breast. When his mouth closed around me, I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my lips.
“Look at me. I want you to see how much I care for you. How much I need you.”
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze, and the intensity there nearly broke me. He was worshipping me. Every kiss, every caress, every whispered word was filled with a devotion that made my heart ache.
His mouth continued its journey down my body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When he reached my hips, his hands gripped them gently, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin there.
“I’m going to take care of you, Celeste,” he said, his voice low and raw. “Let me take care of you.”
I nodded, unable to speak, and then his mouth was on me. The first touch of his tongue sent a shockwave through my body, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. His hands held me steady as he worked, his mouth and tongue moving with a precision that left me trembling.
Pleasure built slowly, like a rising tide threatening to pull me under. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles white as I fought to hold on. It wasn’t only the pleasure that overwhelmed me—it was the way he made me feel. Wanted. Cherished. Safe.
That terrified me. I wasn’t safe. Not with him. Not with any of them. They could shatter me without even trying, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
“Dorian,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” he said firmly, his gaze meeting mine as he rose to press a kiss right at the corner of my mouth. And gods, if that didn’t feel like a promise. “You don’t have to be afraid, Celeste. Not with me.”
His words undid me, and when his mouth returned to my body, I let go.
Dorian climbed over me with that confident, playful smirk, his impressive cock standing proud, the sheer size of him making my heart race and my thighs clench in anticipation. His amber eyes burned into mine, filled with lust but also somethingdeeper, something that terrified me because it felt like he saw me in ways I didn’t want to be seen.
“I’m going to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours, love,” he growled, his voice thick with need. The words sent a jolt straight to my core, nerves and raw anticipation leaving me trembling beneath him.
With his length hovering above my lips, a war raged within me. Every rational thought screamed for me to put up my walls, to protect myself from what this could become. But my body? My body betrayed me. It yearned for him, for the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world.
I opened my mouth slowly, tentatively. When he slid past my lips, a low, guttural moan escaped him, vibrating through my core. His taste hit me immediately—heady and intoxicating, like honey warmed with the sharp edge of whiskey. I moaned around him, the vibrations pulling a deep, guttural groan from his chest.
His fingers threaded through my hair as his cock stretched my throat in a way that felt both overwhelming and exquisite. The raw power of him, the intensity of his need, set my body aflame. My fingers dug into his muscular ass, urging him deeper, harder, until he hit the back of my throat. With every thrust, his scent surrounded me—sweat, musk, and something uniquely Dorian—making my head spin with its potency.
He pulled back suddenly, leaving me gasping and yearning for more. He shot me a devilish grin as he moved lower, his hands tracing the curves of my hips. “Gods,” he murmured, his voice softer, reverent, “I need to taste you again.”
His lips found my inner thigh first, teasing and tasting, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My breath hitched as his mouth moved closer to my center, his hands parting my legs with a tenderness that made my chest ache. I hated how much I needed him, how much I wanted this, but gods help me, I was powerless to resist.
Dorian’s tongue made contact with my clit, and I cried out, my hips jerking off the bed. His low chuckle sent vibrations straight through me, and I unraveled beneath him. His tongue flicked and swirled, teasing me, driving me to the edge, and then pulling me back just enough to keep me wanting. My hands fisted the sheets, my body arching toward him instinctively as he devoured me like a man starving.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled back. I whimpered at the loss, but before I could protest, he pulled me on top of him. He twisted my body around until I was straddling his face, my mouth mere inches above his cock.
