CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Thoran emerged from the bathroom a moment later with his brows pinched together and anger in his eyes. I knew he'd had time to think about my error and I was about to get my punishment.

I wish I could say I wasn't scared. That I had all the confidence in the world that he wouldn't hurt me, and I did, but only because I knew he wouldn't hit me. I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me, but fear was fear, and mine was a pit of snakes coiling deep in the pit of my stomach.

The lax calm that had taken over after our shower was replaced with stiff limbs and the pounding of a drum between my ears.

He had a fresh towel in hand, but the man himself was a beautiful display of skin and ink, and an appendage I couldn't take my eyes off.

I had never seen one outside of my lessons in the books Mother had pre-approved. It was during the week-long lecture on the acts between a man and woman. The cruel and horrible things women had to endure to satisfy their husbands. The male penis had always looked shriveled and pathetic in the black and white sketches. Little thumbs nestled in a nest of black curls. It was more disgusting than appealing ... until I'd seen the outline of Thoran's through his boxers.

Until I wrapped my fingers around that thick and heavy beast and pulled him free.

He definitely didn't look like the pictures. His was long and curved slightly upwards with a fat, purple head I had practically died thinking of inside me.

Mother assured me it would fit. My body was a tool to bring children into the world so taking Thoran had to work the same way. I would have to endure and not complain. But it finally made sense why sex hurt women so badly if that was the thing going inside them.

"Eyes up here, sweetheart." Thoran motioned up to his face with two fingers. "He's not a piece of meat."

I didn't know what that meant, but I lifted my eyes to his, but not before letting it trail up the spiraling chaos of stories etched into his hard muscles.

There were so many, most in black and white, but a few splotches of colors and they covered his entire chest and both arms to the fingertips. I knew more ran across his back, but nothing on his legs.

"You seem mighty pleased with yourself over there given the trouble you're in, love," he said.

It was unclear if it was fear that rippled through me or excitement when the man began a slow, almost predatory crawl onto the mattress. The massive sea of foam barely dipped, barely moved as he stalked towards me.

"But I didn't know," I breathed, oddly paralyzed yet hyper conscious of the sheets he fisted in his large hand and tugged.

"But you did, my beautiful little hostage." He yanked harder and the sheets in my white knuckled grip jerked free to slither across my chest, baring my breasts. "I told you," his voice deepened to a snarl torn out through clenched teeth, "I fucking told you not to go in the garden."

The sheet was torn away and I was under him. It happened so fast I barely had time to gasp and my arms were over my head. My hips were spread wide to take the heavy weight of him.

Of his rock hard shaft.

"Thoran!" I wheezed.

He loomed over me, his face a dark mask of rage and hunger. "I could have lost you, Blue." His fingers tightened around my wrists. His face dipped close. "I could have fucking lost you."

"I'm sorry." The words were barely more than the weak movement of my lips as he inched closer to them.

"No. No, you're not. Not yet."

I should have been afraid. Terrified. The twisted glint of raw animalistic energy wafted off him in dark, addictive tendrils. Every place his skin touched mine shivered and prickled. My belly quivered with the sensation I was quickly beginning to recognize just before everything felt so good.

"Are you going to hurt me?" I whispered, struggling not to press down on his hips where his hot core rested right over my pressure point.

"Yes." The low promise sealed against my lips. "By the time I'm finished with you, you're going to be begging me to stop."

I couldn't think past the mist drifting to coat every thought with a hazy fog.

It was the first time he'd kissed me. The first time I'd felt the softness of his mouth on mine. His tongue demanding. He invaded the way I always knew he would — with authority and force. My whimper only seemed to drive him to press harder.

To lick.

To bite.

To suck.

I jolted with pain and surprise. Thoran took the opportunity to contain both hands with only one of his in order to hook his free arm around my arched spine. My cry earned an almost mocking snicker and a deliberate rock of his entire body against mine.

Grinding against me.

Against my clit.

My nipples against his chest.

My legs could not spread any wider, but I tried. Oh, how I tried. Practically splitting myself in two to feel more of him. Feel him where he belonged.

Inside me.

I had never wanted anything more with such maddening insanity. I was lost and delirious as he stole my air and my senses. I didn't even struggle or try to fight as he punished me.

"Please ... please," I begged, unashamed and wanton. "Please, Thoran."

He released my mouth and chuckled deeply in his chest as he started a slow path across my cheek to my ear.

"Please what, Little Blue?"

Heat billowed beneath the skin of my cheek. "Don't..."

Don't make me say it,was my plea, but it lodged in my throat when he raised his head to peer down at me, grin wolfish.

"Tell me what you want and I will. I'll make every dirty fantasy in that pretty head come true."

It was on my tongue. Right on the edge, teetering with both excitement and dread at the thought of putting those words out into the world. But more so, saying them to him.

"I can't," I rasped instead and caught my lip between my teeth.

Where I expected annoyance, Thoran only widened his lips in a devastating smirk. "Let's see if I can't change your mind."

He unclasped my wrists. The muscles in my shoulders panged but I was too focused on his slow descent down my body. I watched him stop over my right breast. Watched his tongue poke out and give the pink tip a flick. The heat of his breath combined with the coolness of the room prickled the dampness, sending a river of lava crashing through me. My fingers were in his hair before I could stop them, holding him to me as he sucked and nipped. Only when I was thrashing and pleading did he give relief, but only for as long as it took him to move to the next nipple.

He didn't leave the right breast abandoned while he repeated the torture to the left nipple. He palmed the mound and rolled the over sensitive tip beneath his thumb. The contradicting sensations had me twisting against the sheets. My legs squeezed together to ease the pressure building all over again between my thighs. My hips wiggled, begging him to press them down and apart. My entire body was a mess of need and want. I didn't think I could handle anymore when he continued his journey across the plains of my quivering belly. Slicing a trail with his tongue to my belly button. His hands ... God, his hands were under my thighs.

Forcing them wide.

Forcing them around his shoulders.

Around his head.

"Thoran?" My squeak shattered my labored breathing, high and panicked, and weak.

His tongue tore the world in two.

It cut up from the core of my body to the cap in a thorough, languid sweep with the flat surface. It cleaned the moisture I could feel pooling under me, soaking the sheets. It circled the clit.

Flicked.

Circled.

Teased.

I was dying. I was crying and thrashing while he drew figure 8's between my opening and my switch. His ten fingers cut bruises into my thighs as he held me down and thrust inside.

My scream vibrated across my entire body as I bowed under the assault. My fingers clawed at his beautiful hair. Not sure if I was trying to stop him or scalp him if he tried. I was feral. Sobbing in words and prayers I didn't even understand as my brain dissolved in my skull.

Thoran laughed. The sound a hot, vibrating sound that rolled across my sensitive being. I couldn't focus to understand his amusement when two fingers replaced his tongue and I no longer cared about anything as he filled all my unused places. Stretching me on fingers I'd used only moments before in a way I hadn't even used my own. The tender channel welcomed him. Sucked him deeper as he massaged every nerve ending with agile and experienced strokes.

I tried not to think how many other women he'd done this to, to be so good at it. I didn't want to imagine him with anyone else as he bumped a knot inside me, and I nearly broke an arm trying to escape the electric current that tore through me.

I bolted up to my elbows, prepared to lunge away.

"Wait!"

"Easy, love," he soothed in that same gentle tone he'd used weeks before when he'd caught me wandering the halls. "Look at me, Blue." He lapped at my clit, golden eyes peering with absolute focus over my mound straight into mine. "You know I won't hurt you."

I did.

I knew it without a speck of hesitation, yet when he dragged his finger over the spot a second time, the panic returned with a vengeance. But my body wasn't trying to get away.

With the third pass, I moaned. My knees widened of their own volition.

"That's it," Thoran whispered. "That's my girl. Keep watching. Don't close your eyes. I want you to see when you cum in my mouth and I lick your sweet cunt clean."

I sucked in a shaky breath as his words broke into my soul. I couldn't stop watching even if he hadn't asked me. I was ensnared in the cyclone of his eyes as he closed those perfect lips around my clit and sucked while his fingers deepened their thrusts in a methodical and persistent pump.

The buildup wasn't slow.

It wasn't subtle.

It slammed into me with such blinding ferocity, the world imploded. My body seized, practically bowing in two even as I was pounding my hips against his hand. His mouth.

I screamed.

I screamed like I'd been lit on fire.

I didn't even know I was when bells were shrieking between my ears and all I could comprehend was a hot, wet burst of something coming out of my body and drenching the man suctioned to my entrance. Lapping it up.

He was running his tongue all over like a child with an ice cream cone in the blazing July sun. He was slurping and sucking. Not allowing a drop to go to waste.

Oh God, had I peed on him?

The mind numbing, soul shattering euphoria evaporated with that single, horrifying realization.

"Stop. Wait," I gasped, struggling with weak limbs to get away. To crawl under the bed and die of mortification.

"No!" My hips were caught between his hands and pinned. The knees were forced apart around his shoulders as he dove back in. "Again," he snarled, fingers plunging deep inside my hypersensitive core. "Do it fucking again."

I might have passed out after the third, maybe fourth ... whatever that was. My body, rocking uncontrollably as if he'd electrocuted me repeatedly after what felt like hours of him hitting that button until I couldn't scream anymore. I couldn't breathe. Until I was weeping hysterically in between violent tremors that destroyed me.

Only when he was satisfied, and my body could give him no more did he finally allow me momentary peace while he swaggered into the bathroom. I heard the tap run, my eyes already fused shut. My body limp. I could do nothing more than lie there as he returned. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. His arm slid beneath my head and it was lifted against his chest.

"Open," he murmured, touching something cold and wet to my bottom lip.

The water was frosty heaven rushing down my parched throat and down into my belly. I groaned at the relief and dribbled a bit down the corner of my lip and hit my naked chest.

"Slowly," he said gently, letting me guzzle it all down in several greedy gulps. "Good girl," he said when it was gone. He brushed a kiss to my forehead before setting me back against the pillows.

I was ready to curl up onto my side and happily die in peaceful bliss when Thoran took hold of my thighs and gently pried them apart.

"No....!" I whimpered. "I'm so tired. Please. Mercy. White flag."

His laughter would have made me laugh if I wasn't already half asleep.

A cold block of ice pressed into my vagina and I squeaked, eyes flying open. He knelt next to me, still beautifully naked, holding a folded, damp towel against me.

"Why?" I panted, wondering if this was some kind of game before he finally killed me.

"So, you can walk in the morning," he answered, mouth still annoyingly quirked.

I frowned at him, body falling back limp against the pillows. "I'm never walking again. I just want to die here."

Shoulders trembling, Thoran bent his head and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. "Are you complaining, my Little Blue?"

I mashed my lips together and turned my head away. "I didn't say that."

He kissed my hip bone. "Good, because I am addicted to the taste of your pussy and I plan to make it a regular part of my diet."

Something about that elicited a giggle out of me that I tried to stifle behind my hand, but Thoran raised those gorgeous eyes and smirked the way I imagined a naughty little boy would.

After several more minutes of soothing the thrum he'd created, Thoran took the rag into the bathroom. He returned a second later and pulled me into his chest. His arms crushed me against his heart, and I happily burrowed into him. I twisted my own arms and legs around his ribs and across his hips, keeping him prisoner to me.

Thoran groaned into the top of my head. His fingers closed into my hair to cradle the back of my skull, wedging my face to the steady pulse at his throat.

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered into my ear.

I felt myself smile even as the heavy curtain of sleep wove over me. "Promise?"

His answer was lost in the waves of sleep that finally took me under.