Page 104 of The Bronze Garza

A cry flies out of me as his mouth covers me and sucks. Only then do I understand what he means by a taste not being enough. Because hedrinksme like he’s an alcoholic and I’m a vat of aged whiskey. The intensity that washes over me is more than I could’ve ever prepared for. More than my fantasies could’ve ever conjured.

Unable to withstand it, I grip fistfuls of the sheet, press my head back into the mattress, and let itconsumeme.

Lights burst behind my eyelids as a guttural noise forces its way up my throat and spills through my lips. My toes curl tightly, my legs stiffening even as my body vibrates like a motor.

Like an endless wave, my orgasm crashes over me again and again and again, drowning me, making me gasp for breath.

Oh, how I ached for and craved this with him. Yet this ismore. So. Much. More. I don’t want to come up for air. I want to stay submerged. This is divine. Glorious. Nothing I’veeverexperienced before.

Eventually, the waves recede, leaving me tossed and ragged on the shore. I become aware of Torin kissing his way up my body, with sucks and licks and nips, tugging up my nightgown as he does.Gah, he makes me so heady, so muddled.

He pulls the nightgown off me, tossing it aside. Then his mouth is on mine. I taste myself and try to get as much of it from him as I can.

His mouth drifts from mine, to nipping the flesh of my cheek, scraping his teeth along my jaw, down to my neck and chest, bathing me in kisses and tiny bites.

He peppers kisses around my taut, swollen nipples, teasing, torturing.

“Please,” I rasp out, writhing beneath him.

“Shh.”

I arch into his touch when he cups my breast and squeezes slightly, his thumb dusting over the puckered nipple. Still teasing, still driving me insane.

“Please,” I beg again.

This time he gives in, sucking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. And I exhale on a whimper, a rush of heat settling between my thighs like an anchor.

Holy hell, I can’t possibly be this greedy.

I scrape my nails along the cut of his muscles as he sucks and licks and laves at my body. This is all I’ve ever wanted.Him. Touching me. Kissing me. His weight on top of me. I don’t want this night, this moment, to end.

“Tell me to stop, Lyra,” he grunts into my skin, even as he pushes his sweatpants down with one hand.

“No,” I breathe, my heartbeat spiking with anticipation.

With a strained groan, he shifts up to meet my eyes. “You’ll get hurt.”

“No more than I’ve already been hurt.” I turn my head to sink my teeth into his bicep. Then rock my hips as I bring my eyes back to his. “I’m not afraid of your hurt, Torin Garza.”

“You’re not afraid of anything, are you?” It’s a statement. “Resilient. Mouthy. Foolhardy.” He kisses me swiftly. “Pain in my ass.” Another kiss. “A fucking wet dream.”

He cups my face, and I tip my chin up, preparing for another kiss. Hungry for it.

But I don’t get another kiss. What I get is something more. Something greater. Somethingfilling.

He enters me.

Slow, smooth, unhurried.

Our eyes are locked, my lips parted as a sigh of wonder flows out.

So this is what it’s like, towantsomeone inside me.Consensual.

Torin presses all the way in, filling me completely. And it feels so...right. No fighting, no forcing, no pain.

It’s …ineffable.

Unwelcome, a rush of emotions surges through me, and without my permission, tears leak from the corners of my eyes.