Page 62 of Thorulf

The heavy, eager ridge of his arousal.

His growl turned to a desperate whisper. “Youknowme, Jade.”

She had never felt more unsure or turned on. Never felt so caught between anger and love. Because that’s exactly what this was. What she was trying to make her way back to. Yet something was getting in the way. Making it far harder than it should be.

“Only because you’re letting it.” He pressed his arousal against her backside and peppered kisses along her jawline until his mouth hovered beside hers. “Don’t let it.” He ran his hand up her outer thigh, fanning her flames of arousal. Flames that, to be honest, had already exploded the second he tossed her on the bed. “Don’t let Evil come between us, mate.”

The moment he said mate, her hands were tied. She had little say in the matter. Her dragon—in heat and so hot for him it hurt—took over, and their clothes were gone with a magical chant that never left her lips. In her mind was all it took.

“I don’t trust you,” she ground out hoarsely, not sure if she meant it but had to say it. Had to keep releasing her anger even as the feel of his hot hard skin against hers made her whimper with need. Even as the way he moved his body against hers drove her wild. He’d pinned her hands again, but somehow that made it all that much better.

All that much more sinful.

Which made her wonder.Wasshe herself? What if she was not herself any more than he wasn't? Yes, she'd always had a natural inclination toward sin but not to the degree Evil did.

“It might be in me now,” she managed when Thorulf shifted enough that his cock rubbed against her center, hitting her clit just right. “Evil might be influencing my thoughts...”

“No.” He nipped her earlobe and thrust his hips just enough to tease her. To keep her on the edge and not let her over. “This is all you,mate. From the second we came together to this very moment.” He clenched his fists around hers when she groaned and moved with him, seeking her pleasure. His breathing grew heavier, his own pleasure building with hers. “Take what you need, Jade. Take—”

“No,” she ground out and stilled. “I don’t want it like this.” Her core ached for him. Her whole damned body. “I need you to—”

Before she could finish her sentence, her very thought, he gripped her hands tighter and slipped inside her. She cried out at the much-welcomed intrusion but at the same time fought it. Wanted him to fight back. To drive into her physically that he never wanted to be with another. That it had never been intentional.

And he did.

So well that she lost all sense. He ground into her, hitting her g-spot so many times, she knew there would be no coming back from this. From the way he made her feel. Never had been. Never would be.

Thiswas where her love for sex had originated.

Hewas where her heart had started.

She bit her lower lip when he moved slower, keeping her on the brink before he sat back, pulled her hips back, and moved faster. Harder. She thrilled at him digging his fingers into her vulnerable hips. At his enjoyment seeing her like this. Prone and vulnerable. Gripping the furs. Trying to hold on as he took her harder still. Arching her back. Wanting him so deep inside her, she owned him.

So hard and so deep that when he slammed into her again, she came undone.

She released a strangled roar, and her body locked up. Simply froze in pleasure. Kept her in a delicious limbo as he used her tight sheath to his liking. As he thrust hard once, twice, thrust so deep it bordered on pain and let go. He locked up tight against her, released an equally mighty roar, and exploded inside her.

Then he said poignant words on a long, low groan.

Words half of her reveled in and the other half dreaded.