Was it me?
Was I the one making the clouds cry?
“Daphne,” I dragged my grip down her throat, feeling her tighten around me as I took her slowly by the hips. “No.” I pulled her hands from the wall. She no longer needed a safeguard. She only needed me.
“Here.” I lifted her into my arms and draped the limp, quivering things about my neck, fucking into her in slow, wavering pulses.
“You gave me,” she attempted to focus, but there was no gravity, just embers and mist.
“I gave you what?” I asked, breathing down her throat until she rolled into a relentless shiver.
“Your last name.”
Yes. I did. And now, not even Wolfe could take her from me.
“Daphne Gavros,” I crowned her, causing the dark lines bordering my heart to do a thing. Feel alive? Die? I couldn’t tell which.
Daphne crumpled, burning like the end of a cigarette between my fingers, and it was all I could do to keep her upright.
Her skin was a petal-soft river of melted snow that I couldn’t stop touching… Stop keeping. I couldn’t let her slip away.
Not this time.
Not ever again.
“Stay with me,” I exhaled against the shell of her ear while my hands played. From the tight peaks of her nipples to the forgotten stretch of flesh above her elbows, I wanted her to feel me until there was nowhere left I didn’t exist.
“Thayor,” my full name fell from her lips like a prayer caught in her throat.
To everyone else, I was Threx. The harbinger of death. Wolfe’s teeth. But to Daphne, I was complete, despite being marred and aching for her to suck all the pain away.
Daphne deserved more than being dragged down from the clouds, but I was done pretending that heaven could keep her. She would fall, and I would catch her. And whether that made us saints or sinners, I could give a shit.
“Say it again,” she whimpered. “Please. Say it again.”
Fucking hell. I did not want to say it. I wanted to burn the words into the fucking sky and watch all of Seattle bathe in its lightning strike.
“Daphne,” I rolled hard, rocked harder, pressed my bloody fingers into her pretty fucking hips, and rolled out the words she so desperately wanted to hear. “Gavr…” I breathed, swiping my teeth along her shoulder, “os.”
“I…” she gasped when the pressure shifted.
“You what?” All the letters felt hot and sticky. “Want to come?” I asked, trailing my hand down her body, over the rise of herchest, the plane of her stomach, the swell of her thighs, until I found the place where she could not hide from me and pinched.
“Thay!” she whined, nearly toppling forward.
“Not yet.” I rolled her onto her back, settling deeper between her thighs at an angle she couldn’t escape.
I wanted to be inside her, over her, moving in her blood. Needed to feel her heartbeat slam into my chest, every muscle in her body tense and contract as I fucked into her.
“I want to see your face when you break.”
“Ohhh,” she moaned, arching when I tipped her hips to ensure she could take me. “Thay.”
“Breathe.” I wrapped her legs around me until the bud of her clit caressed the top of my dick in an agonizing slide. “Open your eyes,” I demanded as I worked her hard until she was sweating and breathless.
“Thay,” she touched my face, thumbing over the dark line of my eyebrow before staring drunkenly at my mouth.
When I settled low to trap her beneath me, her chest fluttered into a reckless sob. I closed my eyes against her, dropping against the surge bursting between her thighs. From the way she thrashed and tingled, I knew bits of her were breaking. I moaned, fucking harder into the flood until my dick blushed with her undoing.