Page 46 of To The Final End
“You already came twice.” He kisses my inner thigh, maddeningly gentle. “The third one, you earn.”
“How?”
He prowls up my body, covering me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “By asking nicely.”
I grab his hair and yank him down to my mouth. “Fuck me,” I say against his lips. “Please.”
He slides inside me in one long stroke, and we both groan.
He’s different from Thane. Where Thane is intensity and claim, Stellan is precision and patience. He sets a slow rhythm, deep and deliberate, watching my face for every reaction.
And then I feel it—his power.
Not a push. Not an intrusion. Just… quiet. The anxious chatter in my brain goes silent. Tomorrow disappears. The attic, the door, the ghosts—gone. There’s nothing left but sensation. His body moving in mine. The cool grass against my back. The pleasure building low in my belly.
“There she is,” Stellan murmurs. “Just us now. Nothing else.”
I can’t think. Don’t want to think. Just feel.
Thane settles beside us, and his hands find my wrists, drawing them up over my head, pinning them gently to the grass. The stretch changes the angle of everything, and I moan.
“Hold still,” Thane says. “Let him work.”
Stellan’s rhythm deepens. His power pulses through me in waves, and every thrust feels amplified—pleasure layered on pleasure until I can’t tell where one sensation ends and another begins.
“More,” I gasp. “Please, more—”
“Greedy.” But Stellan shifts his angle, and I nearly come off the ground. “There?”
“There.”
His pace builds. Thane’s grip tightens on my wrists, keeping me anchored while Stellan drives into me. The pressure coils tighter, deeper than before—something I don’t recognize building at my core.
“There it is,” Stellan breathes. “That’s what I was looking for.”
Thane releases one of my wrists, brings my hand to his mouth. His lips close around two of my fingers, sucking gently, and the unexpected sensation sends sparks down my spine.
“Oh god—”
Stellan’s power surges. My mind empties completely—nothing but them, nothing but this, nothing but the pleasure cresting impossibly high—
“Let go,” Stellan breathes. “I want to feel you.”
I shatter.
Not like before. This is different—deeper, wetter. I feel myself clench around him and then release, and there’s a rush of liquid heat between us that I’ve never—
“Fuck,” Stellan groans, and his hips stutter. “Did you just—”
I can’t answer. I’m still coming, still clenching, still gushing around him as he drives into me one last time and follows me over the edge.
He collapses half on top of me, breathing hard. Thane releases my other wrist, and my arms fall boneless to the grass.
“That was—” Stellan starts.
“New,” I manage. “That was new.”
“You’ve never—”
