Page 63 of Never Tamed
His hands keep me pinned as he cups my face and tastes me at his leisure. The hold forces me to stay still while he makes every part of my body fill with heat. I come alive with every heartbeat shared and every molecule of air he steals.
He breaks the kiss to whisper, “I haven’t laughed like that in years.”
His callouses brush against my chilled skin and replace the cold with heat. My core goes molten. Instead of pushing closer, instead of molding my chest to his, I stay rooted in place.
Torin has always been the kind of man to take control. He thrives on it, needs it like water and air and light, and I’m not sure who he is without it. A part of me wants to find out. Another part is not ready to be taken along on the ride of my life.
Whenever I’m with him, he sets me on fire. It’s completely different from the others. They each awaken a different aspect of myself so that when we’re together, I’m finally whole. I’m home.
With the water still shooting from the sprinklers above, Torin devours me, covering my mouth with his so fully I’m not sure where I leave off and he begins.
His stubble grinds against my skin and leaves me raw. “I love you. So fucking much.”
I cover his hands with mine, clinging to him. Not sure where we go from here although my body has certain, extremely detailed ideas on what I’d like. My skin tingles and tightens, a flush traveling through me, until I’m practically begging for him to do something. To make a move rather than let me dissolve bit by bit in his hands.
Torin drags me closer by my face before maneuvering me back a step. My thighs hit the table hard enough to rattle the dishes.
“Fuck it,” he groans. “I’ve gone this far.”
Not far enough. I’m starving for him. For his hands on me. I need to feel him everywhere and Torin accommodates without me having to say a word. His lips brush mine before he nips a line along my jaw and skims those large hands along my shoulder to pry up the edge of my soaked shirt.
I’m surprised the heat doesn’t dry us. His stubble grazes my skin in the most agonizing and delicious way—
Torin pushes me harder against the table and lifts me by my ass. In the same move, he sweeps an arm out. Plates and cutlery scatter.
The clang of metal against the wood floor, his growl, makes my core molten. He drives me forward and my spine slams against the table until the air pushes out of my lungs.
He’s right. Fuck it.
I don’t need it.
I only need him and the way I come alive when he looks at me. The bite of pleasure and pain together clenches my core.
“Ren.” My name is a whispered prayer dragged from the bottom of his throat.
Different, so different from the first time when he made me crawl to him. The power dynamics skewed entirely in his favor then.
Or maybe not.
He drags his teeth along the line of my neck and bites down on my collar bone to mark me. Maybe the power has always been mine, I just didn’t realize it. Because I’m the only one who has been able to disrupt him, to rock his neat and tidy little world. It’s been me all alone.
It just took him longer than I thought to recognize it.
He claws my wet shirt and rips it off me. The fabric tears easily and his growl deepens before he covers my body with his. He overpowers me in the best way, his scent filling my nostrils and obliterating the stench of burned cheese.
He cooked.
This powerful beast tried to make a meal for the two of us.
He steals my lips again and our tongues tangle together. His hands thread through my hair, pulling, before he grabs my wrists and stretches both arms above me.
Seeing Torin undone, breathing heavily, at my mercy even though I’m the one beneath him, is everything I want.
“I’m going to knot you this time. And you’re going to look at me,” he demands.
He smiles and a hint of sharp teeth flash in the dim dining room.
The others will be here for dinner shortly.
