Chapter 12

JAREN

Even drenched in freezing water, he’d been a raging inferno. Blood boiling, cock hard, and skin throbbing from his violent scrubbing, he’d felt ready to combust.

In his desperation to ease the frantic need burning him alive, he’d leaned against the wash basin, throwing his head back and fisting his shaft, working himself in a painful, punishing rhythm.

He’d just needed to get it out of his system so he could return to her feeling slightly less aggressive and crawl in bed without ravaging her. But no matter how hard he gripped himself or how fast he moved, it wasn’t enough.

Not when he knew what else he could have.

After gods only knew how long of fighting it, he’d broke, deciding if he couldn’t take her the way he wanted, he could at least feast between her thighs until they both came.

Her scent was still scorching his senses, but it wasn’t enough to satiate him. He needed to bury his nose in her heat and drown out every thought in his head while her taste slid down his throat.

He hadn’t even bothered to put his undershorts on before flinging his trousers up and stalking back toward their room with a single-minded focus.

When he’d knocked the bathing room door open and saw her topless, the shadowed curves of her breasts peeking out from under her arms, the beast he’d been holding back had rattled at its cage, demanding to be released at her.

Fuck. He’d already been on edge from the shit with his father forcing him to relive that horrifying night again and again. All he’d needed was to touch her and remind himself that she was there. Alive. That his fathers’ actions hadn’t taken her from him permanently.

But then he’d seen her shoulder, and the world seemed to freeze in time around him just before the cage exploded into a million pieces. He wasn’t proud of what he’d done in response, but he sure as fuck didn’t regret it either.

If he thought he’d desired her before, it was nothing compared to what he felt when she’d launched at him half-naked, snarling and marking him in her own way. He loved not being able to anticipate what she’d do next. She was a fucking goddess.

Being inside her was ecstasy. Pure fucking ecstasy. As life changing as he knew it would be. She was so tight he deserved a gods damn prize for not immediately coming undone and filling her. Her body squeezed and spasmed around him like it was begging him for it. And fuck, if he didn’t want to give it to her.

She cried out against his lips, instinctually shifting her hips away from the harsh, sudden intrusion, but he tightened his grip, pinning her in place. He stroked the pad of his thumb along her skin when she winced.

He knew the first time would sting no matter how gentle or rough he was, but he also knew it wouldn’t last long before her body relaxed and stretched around him. Just like it was made to.