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THALIA
Blood pounded in my head as the knots of needing unraveled in my chest. My cunny throbbed with the aftershocks of release, and yet there was a sweet ache that made me yearn for more.
Vaarin brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his gaze locked with mine. His pupils dilated, and a primal growl vibrated his chest. He cupped my throat, hauling me up to claim my lips in a crushing kiss that was a clash of teeth and the rasp of tongue.
I was drowning in him, defenseless against the assault of his mouth as it tore from my lips to settle on my throat before moving to my breasts. He cupped me, laving my nipple until it ached, then pinched it. I let out a cry as a flush of heat shot to the juncture of my thighs, tipping me over the edge once more. My hips jerked, and I grabbed hold of his shoulders.
“Vaarin?”
He kissed me again, fingers threading through my hair, fisting and holding me captive as he shifted to lie between my thighs.
I looked down between us, down the smooth expanse of his muscled torso to the V that pointed to his cock, and my breath stalled.
He was thick and long, the head wide and ridged. My cunny throbbed, eager to take him even as panic clawed at my chest because how would he fit?
“Do you trust me?” Vaarin said.
I licked my lips and lifted my gaze to his. “Yes.”
“Then relax.” He slid his fingers between my folds and found the nub of nerves that always set the pace of my desire. “Yes…that’s right, Thalia, look at me.”
I groaned, rolling my hips against his fingers, gaze locked with his, heart thump thumping as the desperate need for him to fill me grew.
“Please…Vaarin, I need you.”
He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, his fingers still working me. The sensation of his ridges as he inched into me was a minor explosion in my head. I forgot to breathe for a moment, and when I did, each breath was a pant. My hips jerked up to meet him, to accommodate him.
More, I wanted more. I needed it. All of him. “Yes, oh tides, yes.”
He rocked against me, inching deeper and deeper. The burn of the stretch, the delicious invasion was tempered by the ridges that woke sensations that I didn’t know existed. Ribbons of inexplicable longing formed in my chest, twisting and reaching for him.
He pressed his lips to mine as he withdrew, leaving me momentarily empty, only to fill me with a thrust that sent a cold fire spreading out from my cunny to my thighs. He did it again, and again, each thrust faster, deeper, timed in a way that sent heat rushing up my body, tightening it, preparing it for the ultimate pleasure.
My chest ached with a spiraling heat I’d never experienced before.
“Fuck, Thalia.” Vaarin’s eyes swam with flecks of silver that seemed to glow, and a soft blue glow bathed his features as the trident pendant around his neck began to glow.
I dug my nails into his arms, thrusting up to meet him, wanting to be closer, to take him deeper. To keep him.
Oh Luna, I wanted to keep him.
Pleasure claimed my body in a flood of sensations, tipping me over the edge and whiting out my vision, and in that moment, I knew that one night would never be enough.
ChapterTwenty-Two
VAARIN
Thalia sleeps deeply, soft lips parted, dark hair spread on the pillows like inky rivers. I lie with her for a while, lightly stroking her shoulder. Her skin is so soft and silken, and I harden at the memory of it beneath me, of the feel of her grip around my cock.
I want her again, but she needs rest. I must curb my ravenous appetite. I press a kiss to her temple and climb out of bed. It will be dawn soon, and it is rare that I have the chance to watch the sun rise.
I pull on my pants and shirt and head up to the deck barefoot.
The icy air tinged with salt is food for my soul. I breathe it in and tip my face up to drink in the moisture in the air.
There was a time in my youth when I would journey to the surface simply to watch the dawn, but that joy faded over time. I became jaded. The pressures of court, of protecting my kingdom, of alliances and treaties—and then Chorles’s betrayal.
The memory still stings to this day.
