Our eyes meet, and for once we’re in perfect harmony.
Then my hands steal between us, tearing his shirt loose from his trousers and tugging at the buttons on his vest. Teeth rake across my shoulder, a flashpoint of heat igniting within me. It steals a gasp from my lips, but then his mouth covers mine again, and I can’t breathe, except for him.
I don’t think I ever need to breathe again, if this is what I can exist upon.
A growl echoes in his throat as I find him, hot and hard. He thrusts into my palm, consuming me. I can barely feel his cock through the leather. He’s just one enormous, demanding force that fills my palm. Slick heat wets my inner thighs. I know what that cock feels like, filling me up.
I tear my mouth from his just long enough to say. “I want you inside me.”
“Then it’s a shame that you don’t make the orders around here.” My feet hit the ground and he spins me around, one hand sweeping my hair into a knot at the back of my head. “Would you say please, Vi? Would you beg me?”
If this is a means to make amends, then I’m all for it.
Thiago’s other hand slides over my breasts and continues its way down, tracing lazy circles over my abdomen. He kicks my feet apart, leaving me vulnerable and aching.
“Do you want me to beg, my prince?” I bite my lip, trying to contain the shiver that works through me. “Do you want me on my knees? Do you want me at your mercy?”
Mother of Blessed Night. Hard fingers drive between my thighs, molding the leather of my trousers to my skin. It’s just a hint he’s not as in control as he’d like. The friction is delicious, and my nipples ache as they rasp against the stone. Goose bumps shiver over my skin as his other fist knots in my hair.
“I should make you wait, after that,” Thiago whispers, with a wicked chuckle. “And no. I want you right here, just like this. Besides” —his breath caresses the bare slope of the back of my neck— “what makes you think you’re not already at my mercy?”
He knows exactly where to touch me, his fingers dancing over that ecstatic bundle of nerves that will ignite me. The hand in my hair fists, earning a gasp from me. I can’t move. I can’t touch him. All I can do is feel as he tugs the laces on my trousers open and then slides them down my quivering thighs. He slips his fingers inside my drawers.
Instant. Bliss.
I moan and press my forehead to the wall in surrender. Thiago’s fingertips find me wet and swollen, and then he’s tracing teasing little circles around where I need him most. I grind into his touch, trying to bite back the desperate little sound that growls in my throat.
“Give in,” he breathes.
Two fingers drive inside me so suddenly I cry out. “Never.”
There’s another dark laugh behind me. “You’re so fucking stubborn, Vi. Let’s see who breaks first?”
It’s me. I know it’s going to be me.
But I let my hand steal between us, plucking at the ties that close the flap of his trousers. The heated weight of his erection spills into my eager fingers.
“Behave.” He slaps me between the thighs—a shock of sensation that makes me forget to breathe.
He’s never done that before.
Always, always, he is gentle and dedicated and controlled. But this…. I like it.
I squeeze his cock in response, letting my wrist glide up and down. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”
A hiss through his teeth, and he grinds against me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Sensation spears through me as he thrusts those fingers inside me. He curls them slightly, and I feel myself clenching around him. I’m so close to the edge. His hips drive into me, forcing me against his hand. Then his thumb is tracing pure lightning over my clit.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, desperate not to betray myself. A mouth closes over the side of my throat and he suckles hard as he drives me toward the edge. I don’t know where I end and he begins. My palms slap against the wall, his erection digging into my backside. I lost the battle before it even began.
Thrusting slowly, he lets his cock glide between my slick folds. “Would you promise me forever if I was to let you come?”
That’s not fair, I want to cry, because I’ll promise you anything.
The words die on my lips, because his cock threatens to enter me, and suddenly I need him inside me so desperately I ache.
“Promise me,” he demands, his fingers ruining me. “Promise me, Vi. Give me everything. Every inch of you.”
The coil tightens within me.
“Forever,” I cry.
It hits me with all the force of a lightning bolt. I shudder and gasp, every inch of me clenching around his penetrating touch. He doesn’t let up his excruciating onslaught. Instead, he replaces his fingers with his cock, just the tip of his shaft entering me.
My nails dig into his hand. “More!”
There is no mercy.
Only him.
My knees hit the floor, and then he shoves me onto my forearms, tearing my trousers down my legs until they’re knotted around one ankle. My drawers are gone. Torn from me with a single snarl.
I arch my back for him, fingertips curling into the stone as I brace for his thrust. The world comes alight for me, light emanating from underneath my nails.
Yes.
It’s a tremble of power, a whisper stealing through my veins. My gaze suddenly focuses. Dust and gravel shivers across the slate floors. One by one, the brass runes carved into the floor begin to glow—
And I sense an awareness turning toward me from far, far away.
Thiago rocks against me, his
