Four-Letter Words Evans, Gabrielle (best detective novels of all time .TXT) 📖

Zasha didn’t know what his lover was talking about, but the deep, rich quality of Thane’s voice ignited a firestorm of need and want within him. Hell, the guy could be talking gibberish, and it wouldn’t make a difference. He just loved to hear Thane speak.

Without further commentary, Thane extracted his digits and slicked his impressive length with lube before tossing the plastic bottle to the side. With a feral grin, he crawled up Zasha’s body, pushing his knees back to his chest and spreading him open.

“Deep breath, baby.” The head of Thane’s thick cock nudged against Zasha’s opening, and he flexed his hips, pushing forward just far enough to strain the muscles. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Zasha hissed, curling his legs around his partner and jerking him closer.

They both groaned as Thane fell forward, impaling Zasha on his cock until he was buried to the root. The shock lasted for only a second, though. By the time Thane regained his wits, the initial burn had faded for Zasha. Their panting breaths mingled, and their gazes locked, holding them suspended in that one moment of time.

Then, like the shattering of a priceless vase, something snapped between them. There was no easy, languid beginning. They didn’t start off slow and tender, gradually increasing the rhythm and intensity. No, none of that happened.

Zasha growled, Thane snarled, and it was more like a dog fight than lovemaking. Their mouths crashed together, and they clung to one another while Thane threw himself into an all-out assault. Each plunge into Zasha’s depths was more forceful than the last. Hard and throbbing, his lover’s cock filled him completely, stretching his inner walls to capacity. Pawing, groping, biting, and scratching, they attacked one another with all the carnal desire that had been building between them.

They were strung too tight, both unleashing weeks of sexual frustration, and Zasha had his doubts that this interlude was going to last much longer. There was always round two, though. “Harder,” he urged, lifting his hips to meet every demanding thrust.

“Touch yourself,” Thane countered, his voice breathless and filled with gravel.

Happy to oblige, Zasha fisted his bouncing cock and stroked quickly, paying special attention to the little bundle of nerves just under the crown. His balls rolled, his sac tightened, and his stomach cramped with impending climax. Gods, he didn’t know why he’d waited so long to finally give in, but he’d learned his lesson and wouldn’t be revisiting the same mistakes.

Rising up on his knees, Thane lifted Zasha’s hips from the bed with a steely grip on his waist, changing the angle of his thrusts. On the third inward glide, the head of his cock bumped against Zasha’s prostate, sending an explosion of electrical currents throughout his body.

“Fuck!” His muscles flexed, his spine went rigid, and he shuddered clear down to his dick as a river of creamy seed erupted from the slit. The thick ropes arched into the air before succumbing to gravity, falling gracefully to splash over his chest and stomach.

Thane’s growl was primal and sexy, rumbling up from his chest as his eyes rolled back in his head. His fingers dug into the yielding flesh at Zasha’s hips, and he increased the tempo, slamming home with animalistic intensity. Then all at once, he stilled completely, encasing himself balls-deep while he shuddered and moaned, filling Zasha’s clenching channel with molten lava.

It was a long while before Zasha could think coherently again, but when the world reemerged, he found Thane slumped over him with his head tucked under Zasha’s chin. A peaceful smile tilted the corners of his lips as he threaded his fingers through his lover’s hair and stared up at the ceiling.

“Gods, I needed that,” Thane mumbled sleepily a few minutes later.

It was Zasha’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, me, too.” He lifted his head and placed a kiss against Thane’s brow. “We probably need to get in the shower before we end up stuck together.”

“There’s one more thing I need you to do.”

His brow furrowed and his smile slipped a notch. “What would that be?” He’d give Thane anything he could, but he couldn’t fathom what more the man would want right then and there.

“I need you to give yourself to me, all of you, without reservation.” Lifting himself on his forearms, Thane hovered above him, his face creased with lines of worry. “What happened before. You’re not going crazy, Zasha. I can help you remember, but I need you to say yes.”

On one hand, he knew what his mate was asking. On the other, he didn’t know how allowing Thane to claim him would bring back forgotten memories. Hell, what he’d experienced fell more under the heading of hallucinations.

After weighing his options, the decision was actually an easy one to make. He cared about Thane, growing more attached by the day. Fate had chosen the witch for him, and vice versa. Plus, Zasha had already done his share of the claiming. It was irreversible, and frankly, he wouldn’t want to undo it if he could. Really, it was only fair to extend the same courtesy to his lover.

“Yes, Thane, I give you everything I was, am, and will be.”

“Thank you.” Dipping his head, Thane brushed their lips together in a gentle caress. His next words were mumbled in a language Zasha didn’t recognize, but it sounded beautiful, nonetheless.

Warmth trickled over his skin as Thane spoke, and when he was finished, sealing his claim with another kiss, the sun itself exploded within Zasha’s chest. Intellectually, he knew that wasn’t possible, but it was the only way he could think to describe the intense heat and raging energy that ricocheted inside him.

“Just ride it out,” Thane encouraged. “It’ll pass in a minute.”

Sure enough, the sensations ebbed away within seconds, leaving Zasha feeling a little woozy, but otherwise unchanged. There was no miraculous recovery of supposed memories, though. Thane looked so happy, his smile stretching from ear to ear, Zasha didn’t want to disappoint him, not yet anyway.

“Are