Page 133 of The Thief
I slow my movements, ease the pressure on her throat, and bring her back from the edge. She whimpers in frustration but doesn't protest.
"Good girl. So good for me."
The praise makes her shiver, makes her clench around me involuntarily. I file that reaction away for later.
"You like that? Like being told how good you are?"
"Yes."
"Then let me tell you. You're incredible, Alastríona. Strong and brave and perfect. You survived everything they threw at you, and you're still here. Still fighting."
My hand finds her throat again and applies just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"Still mine."
"Yours," she agrees breathlessly.
I build her up again, slow and deliberate, watching her face for every reaction. When she's close, desperate, I ease off again.
"Please," she begs. "I need?—"
"I know what you need. And I'll give it to you. But first, I want you to understand something."
"What?"
"You're safe with me. Always. No matter what happens, no matter who we're fighting, you're safe."
"I know."
"Do you? Because sometimes I think you forget and believe you're alone in this."
"I'm not alone."
"No. You're not. You've got me, you've got Henry, you've got family who'd die for you. Remember that."
I increase the pace, the pressure, driving her higher. Her breathing becomes ragged, desperate, but I don't let her fall yet.
"Tell me you're mine," I command.
"I'm yours."
"Tell me you're safe."
"I'm safe."
"Tell me you're loved."
"I'm—" Her voice breaks. "I'm loved."
"That's right. More than you know. More than you'll ever understand."
Finally, finally, I let her go.
"Come for me," I say through gritted teeth.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, pulling me under with her. I come long and fucking hard, harder than I've ever come before.
I collapse on the bed beside her, dragging her onto my chest.
