Page 91 of Taming Chaos

“What is that look for?” he murmured, lowering himself until their bodies met. Torin was warm and hard and oh-so gentle. “Your eyes speak a thousand words, but I can’t decipher any of it.”

“Just admiring you,” she whispered, a cheeky smile curving her lips. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“Oh?” Torin’s expression changed, becoming tender and adorable. His lips quirked, his eyebrows rose, and his forehead crinkled. Amusement sparkled in his eyes. “Is it really so hard to believe that I am obsessed with you? That I will guard you with my life and become insanely jealous should any other man so much as look at you? That there is no room for any other in my heart?”

Oh. Once again he stole her breath away, and because it was Torin saying all these monumental things, she knew he was for real.

I’m obsessed with you too, Torin Mardak. But she didn’t have time to speak her thoughts, because he was lifting the hem of her tunic, and what he saw made him smile.

Seph wasn’t wearing panties, because Torin had ruined her only pair. Torin dipped his head and kissed her there, right at the entrance to her pussy. “I’m getting better at this,” he said smugly, taking his time as he slid his tongue between her silken folds.

Seph closed her eyes and threw her head back as waves of pleasure coursed through her lower body. “You’re impossible,” she groaned as he moved his tongue faster and faster. She brought her hands up against his forehead and gently circled the raised points of his horn-buds with her thumbs.

The presence of these magical things was a revelation to her. She knew the Kordolian diplomat Xalikian (former prince and father to Kordolian-human twins) had horns, but she’d always thought them a mark of royalty, not something all males possessed. But Torin had explained that he’d had them cut and sealed, allowing his skin to grow over the stumps—for functional reasons.

It turned out that having a pair of ultra-sensitive protrusions curving out of your skull could create significant problems in the midst of battle, not to mention the difficulties with donning armor.

But Torin’s horns still had roots, and they were insanely sensitive, and Seph had learned how to stroke him to a frenzy just by rubbing her thumbs across the stumps. Several times, she had almost driven him to climax with just her fingertips, and that had made her feel strangely powerful.

But now he had all the power.

Torin groaned as he licked her, as Seph massaged him, as his tongue circled her clit. She whimpered.

He sucked, flicked, sucked, flicked…

Sending her all the way to the edge.

And over.

Seph’s climax was wild and fierce, crescendos of pleasure making her arch her back and writhe helplessly. Torin moved up, pinning her wrists, trapping her body beneath him as she rode the waves.

As she screamed her pleasure to the skies above, as the waves peaked and started to die down, granting her much-craved release, he thrust inside her.

He fucked her through her climax, holding her down, demanding her pleasure even as he took his own. At first his movements were rhythmic and controlled. He deliberately angled his cock so the ridges rubbed hard against her clit, giving her a climax on top of her existing climax.

Impossible.

This man did the impossible to her, and somehow, he got away with it each and every time.

The intensity of her pleasure became almost unbearable as he pounded into her again and again. His control slipped, his movements becoming more and more savage.

Seph lost her grip on his horn-buds. She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he raked his fingers down his back and kissed her in the hollow of her neck.

Then he gently bit her, and the exquisite pain pushed her into another dimension, where she was held in a never-ending loop of climax and release.

At his mercy…

Until he came, and then he held her close, pulling her against him, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace as he cried out in release.

And finally, Seph spun out of that fine loop of pleasure, becoming boneless in his arms.

“Persephone.” His voice was a rough, possessive whisper, turning the name she disliked so much into something sublime.

Only he was allowed to say her name like that, taking ownership of her with just his voice.

Seph ran her hands over his soft, beautiful hair as he relaxed, letting her eyes do all the talking. She let out a contented sigh as he collapsed beside her, still holding her tightly, his broad hands feeling like velvet as they caressed her sweat-slicked skin.

Words were unnecessary. She lay in his arms, basking in his warmth until she heard his breathing deepen. Her eyelids grew heavy as the rhythmic rise and fall of Torin’s chest lulled her into sleep.

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