Page 105 of The Bronze Garza
Vision blurred, voice cracked, I whisper, “You can’t hate-fuck me, Torin.”
Soft and gentle, he thumbs my tears away. “I know, beautiful.”
As his hand drifts down to curl around the side of my neck, he rocks into me. And I close my eyes and bite my lip, allowing myself to feel every spark, every sensation, every breath, every beat.
Torin fucks me with rhythm and style. Confident and smooth. I know he’s holding back. For me. And I’m grateful for it.
Asking him to hate-fuck me was so naive of me. I couldn’t have known what having consensual sex for the first time would do to me. Especially with someone I’ve been on fire for, yearned for, for so damn long.I couldn’t have known.It’s like a rebirth. A door opening to a path I wasn’t aware existed.
Now I am raw and inflamed. Consumed by passion and emotion. Pleasure building inside me, on the precipice of launching me over.
He’dknown.
Of course he’d known.
I was fearless. But foolish people always are. And I’m soveryfoolish.
“Let me see you,” he orders raggedly as the pace of his thrusts builds in increments.
Obeying, I blink my eyes open, meeting his that are so darkened with lust there’s not a spec of green left.
“I’ve got you,” he promises through quickened breaths. “Always. Understand?”
I nod.
“Fuck you feel good,” he growls, then cups my face again and kisses me hard. His thrusts growing deeper, longer, faster.
And as telltale tingles gather in my fingertips and toes, I lock my legs around him and force him even deeper. I thought I had time to brace for a second hit, but I was wrong. I implode. Ecstasy coasting through me on a carpet of fireworks.
My legs tighten around him, my fingers digging into his skin as I’m wrung dry.
A deep, feral, throaty growl reverberates from him, and then he comes at mehard.Plunging deeper and harder, as if he’s lost all restraint.
In mild fear of his growing onslaught, I press my hands to the mattress to buttress myself. But I needn’t have. Because he rips his mouth from mine, and with a ferocious sound, buries his face in my neck and stills. His hot, hard body jerking sporadically as he hits the height. “Fuck, Lyra.Fuck.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold him to me. Wishing I’d never have to let go.
Low groans vibrating from him, he bites painlessly into my neck.
After several intense minutes, he lifts his head and his mouth finds mine, teeth tugging at my bottom lip.
“Are you angry at me for making you do this?” I ask when he frees my lips.
“A little.”
He pushes up and off the bed, and the loss of his heat and weight feels like a heartbreak. Cool air kisses my skin as he disappears into the bathroom.
Come back. Give me your heat. Give me more.
When I hear the sound of water running in the bathroom, I roll over onto my side, wondering how things will be after this. Will he resent me? Go back to ignoring me?
WhatIwould like is for us to repeat this act as many times as possible before the job is over. But he’s so damn capricious I can never guess with him. I’m so consumed with emotions right now I want to weep and smile at the same time.
When Torin returns, it’s with a wet washrag in hand. Warm hand on my knee, he nudges me onto my back again, parting my legs. Then he cleans me. The washrag warm and soothing, his touch gentle.
Not even a little bit used to this kind of delicate, humane treatment after sex, I watch him in a curious and confused daze.Who is this man?
After he’s done, he plants a light kiss to my belly before disappearing into the bathroom again.
