“Miss me?” he taunted, a brow raised when my eyes quit feasting upon his lower abdomen and crawled up the muscular expanse of his torso to meet his feral gaze. He dragged his teeth over his lush lower lip, then looked at my thighs with his nostrils flaring. “Open nice and wide. Show me just how much.”

Fear and anticipation swelled my tongue—my chest.

Though I knew he was without patience, he waited. He remained focused on my core while I shook. While I battled the need to talk to him and the desire to give him anything he wanted.

I couldn’t deny him.

And I couldn’t deny myself.

I didn’t know what he was playing at, but I knew words meant little to this creature. If I wanted him, then I would need to play by his rules.

His lips parted when I opened for him, and he lowered to better look at me. “Good.” A rough exhale quaked his giant shoulders. “So very good, and so fucking wet”—a finger brushed the sensitive flesh on either side of my core like one would the petals of a flower—“I’ll bet you missed me a whole damned lot.”

I quivered, and he leaned closer. He blew over me, and I moaned as he chuckled.

“So pink and swollen, wildflower. I’ll bet all I need to do is…” His tongue dragged over me, through me, just once. When he reached my clit, I detonated with a shocked yelp. I moaned and twisted as he climbed over me and forced my head to still with his fingers clamped at my chin.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathless and trying to close my thighs to finish riding out the unexpected orgasm.

Scythe forced them open with his knee, keeping me spread—depriving me. “Look at me.” I did, and he held me there, eye bright with fury and hunger. His hold tight but not bruising as he watched me squirm and shudder beneath him. “Can he do this to you?”

“Scythe,” I choked.

He grinned, menacing and beautiful, and lowered his head for his nose to skim over my jaw to my ear. “Can he make you feel as if you’ll never be satisfied, like you’ll forever need more even after you’ve just been fed the best meal of your life?”

His hips fell, the arm beside my head braced, the only warning I was given.

He entered me in one slow thrust. A moaned gasp vibrated within his throat and warmed my ear. “You’re still clenching, wildflower.” His inhale hissed when I spasmed. “That’s it. Tell me I’m right while telling me fucking nothing at all.”

He seated himself fully and chuckled when I exhaled a broken cry, unable to handle it. Unable to handle all of him—his size when I’d been empty for so long and all of the sensations ruining me again so soon.