Page 179 of A Court of Thralls and Thorns

“I hope you forgive me,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t stay away from you. Not tonight.”

I didn’t give him a chance to say anything more. I reached for him, pulling his lips to mine, and this time, when his mouth claimed mine, I knew—this time, I was getting what I wanted. Him. For this night only.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

He lifted his head, and his black pupils sent a jolt of fire through my veins. “Please,” I said quietly.

There was a heartbeat, a whisper of reluctance before his mouth collided with mine again.

It was a primitive and explosive possession as his mouth fed on mine. He eradicated every sane thought from my head, evaporating the pain and replacing it with passion. I could feel him trace my skin, committing every curve to memory. As if this were his one chance at happiness. My breath hitched, but his mouth never ceased its erotic exploration, a series of soft kisses that stole my will.

I squeezed his shoulders, and his hair caressed my wrist as he moved down my neck. The whisper of his dark touch sent a shiver through my body. I clung to him in a tornado of erotic fire when he cupped my breast, rolling an erect nipple between his fingers before he slid his hand along my ribs and belly.

Every touch amplified the fire in my blood. I wanted to scream for relief, but dry air caught in my throat when his hand moved to my thighs. I moaned when his fingers slipped betweenmy slick, heated flesh, parting my tender lips and pressing inside me.

“Yes, just like that,” I whispered.

I arched toward him, almost coming apart right there as he stretched my tight sheath. His mouth tugged hard on my nipple, causing a rush of liquid between my thighs. He nudged my thighs with his knee as his tongue continued to lavish my nipple. Every whip of his tongue sent a ripple of ecstasy through my body.

Zander’s eyes lit with hunger. Dark fires that would devour me. Consume my body and soul. I froze as those predatory eyes moved to the valley between my breasts.

He kissed my neck, then trailed kisses down my abdomen until reaching my navel. I panted as his tongue made slow, lazy circles.

Air rushed from my lungs when he cupped my ass, holding me in place. His teeth scraped over my sensitized skin as a low moan of male satisfaction escaped his throat.

I clutched his shoulders as if they were the only safe haven in the tornado of emotion assaulting my body. “Zander. Do something.”

I hated that I was begging. Pleading with him. In any other situation, I would’ve been horrified at my behavior. Humiliated even. But my body was on fire, and only he could douse the flames. Thunder crackled in the sky, and I prayed I could keep my magic under control.

He spread my thighs wider, and I clutched the soft material of his bedspread. My breath caught in my throat when he blew cool air against my heated core. Every muscle tensed as his tongue slipped between my lips.

His first foray into the sensitive folds had me crying out. My nails dug into his skin, causing blood to well up on my fingertips. The jolt of pain seemed to spur his aggression, and I realized hewas in no more control than I was. He was a ravenous animal engorged in his feast.

Zander licked me like he was starving. His tongue was rough and aggressive, as if he were determined to draw out every last ounce of nectar. I fought for breath as my stomach coiled. My breasts jutted out as I arched my back. All while he held me locked to his marauding mouth, devouring me like a hungry dragon.

Rippling waves of pleasure cascaded over my skin. Thunder rolled in the heavens, but I hardly noticed. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t catch my breath. When I pushed on his shoulders, his magical tongue stabbed deeper. I screamed as my body came apart, exploding with tiny jolts of energy beneath my skin and behind my eyes.

Zander could’ve been carved from stone. His taut muscles and Dark Fire pupils were stark and filled with lust. “You will hate me tomorrow, but I will never regret this.”

Denial was my only defense. My only chance to save him.

I would’ve given anything at that moment to get him inside me. To relieve the mounting pressure that he had created. Giving up my self-respect seemed a paltry price. Whatever the consequences, I would deal with them later.

“Just fuck me.”

He drove into me, parting my slick flesh, stretching the tight muscles like a battering ram. Lightning raced through my blood, burning away the sting of pain of his invasion. His fingers gripped my ass so tightly I was sure they’d leave a permanent impression. He thrust deeper and deeper, over and over, until I was breathless, my body a slave to his magical possession.

I gripped him fiercely, hanging on as if my life depended on it. He felt too large, and me too tight, but it only added to the expanding pleasure. Dark Fire coiled around us in a mysticalembrace. A black tornado of desire and ecstasy. A visible creation of Zander’s lust.

He rocked me with every brutal thrust. Our souls and magic were as much a prisoner to the relentless passion as we were.

I screamed when his cock swelled, and he gripped my hips like he would never let go. The stinging pain sent a raging inferno of pleasure through my body, and I clamped down, milking his cock with my orgasm.

My body quivered as his magic retracted. I couldn’t move and felt like I had run ten miles. My body was limp, my mind fractured as I contemplated the consequences of my actions. But I was just too tired to deal with them.

Zander whispered my name as I succumbed to the darkness.