His finger curled.
I gasped and choked on his name.
“That’s the sound I wanted,” he said, dragging it back out, then in again—deeper, firmer, like he already owned every inch of me and just wanted to prove it again.
I twisted under him, trying to wriggle my legs apart more, desperate for more pressure.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Already desperate. You picked the hard option, remember? That means I set the pace.”
“Thoren—” I panted.
“Shh,” he said. “Not until I say you can say my name like that.”
His thumb found my c**t.
Just a brush.
Just a tease.
I nearly shattered.
“I told you,” he whispered, lips grazing my shoulder as he pumped his finger again, slow and brutal. “I was gonna work for it.”
And gods help me—I was already losing.
He kept my wrists pinned above my head, his g
