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

couldn’t say. Guilt, passion, longing, joy, heartache, possessiveness, and a fierce need to protect his mate at all costs were just a sampling of the emotions he couldn’t form into coherent sentences. Instead, he poured everything, every ounce of desperation in the mating of their lips and the sensual tangling of their tongues.

“I want you,” he panted, breathless from the flames that engulfed him. “I need you.” Zasha was falling, spinning out of control. Sensations he’d never experienced crashed against him like the tides, and with every inhalation of his mate’s scent, he tumbled a little further into the beckoning abyss.

Thane’s fingers eased out of his clenching hole, quickly replaced by the flared crown of his cock. A brief moment of hesitancy followed as they stared into each other’s eyes. Something monumental was happening, something Zasha couldn’t put a name to, but he felt it would change him forever.

“This isn’t just a game to me,” Thane whispered. His tone was serious, devoid of his usual playfulness, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, a vulnerability Zasha had never seen before. “I know it scares you, but I can’t stop how I feel. I love you, Zasha.”

He still couldn’t force the words through his lips, still wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea of love, but Zasha didn’t wince this time. Conversely, his pulse picked up in rhythm, pounding just a little harder against his ribs, and he relaxed into Thane with pure, unsullied contentment.

Holding the back of Thane’s neck, he closed his eyes and rested their foreheads together, sighing as he lowered himself onto his mate’s cock. He had a lot of four-letter words in his vocabulary—care, hope, fate, fear, want, need, safe, warm—but he knew those weren’t the ones Thane longed to hear.

Until he could untangle the snarl of his emotions, perhaps the man would accept a meaningful substitute. Rising and falling over Thane’s length in long, languid strokes, Zasha pressed their mouths together again, growling as his mate’s addictive flavor exploded over his tongue.

“Mine.”

It wasn’t love, but it was as close as he could get to expressing how he felt.

Thane’s arms surrounded him, crushing him closer as he buried his face against the side of Zasha’s neck. “Mine,” he murmured reverently, arching upward, pushing deeper into Zasha’s channel.

The temperatures had fallen with the setting of the sun, but a fine sheen of perspiration dampened their bodies, glimmering subtly in the silvery rays of moonlight. As the pace increased and the intensity reached new levels, Zasha struggled to pull air into his lungs. Gasping and panting, he writhed against his lover, their movements beautifully in sync as though coordinated by something greater than them both.

The muffled slap of skin against skin echoed through the vehicle, and the scent of sex hung heavily in the air. Every hard plunge into his depths sent Zasha careening closer to the edge, dragging him to the brink of orgasm.

Thane consumed him, filled every one of his senses. The taste of his mouth, the familiar smell of his cologne, and the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain that covered his handsome face were hypnotizing. The feel of his mate’s thick cock as it stretched him wide, and the needy moans that spilled from the man’s lips completed the saturation of his senses until nothing else in the world existed beyond Thane Braddock.

The scrape of teeth over his collarbone and the fingernails that bit into his back added just the right amount of pain to his pleasure. Zasha was drowning with no hope of rescue. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and every kiss, every caress, and each forceful thrust into his yielding body dragged him deeper beneath the surface.

Long fingers ghosted over his nape and tangled in his hair, jerking his head back on his shoulders so that a ragged cry rolled up from his chest. “I’m not going to let you go,” Thane informed him through choppy breaths. “I can’t.”

“Then don’t.” No one understood him like Thane. No one elicited such primal responses from him. More importantly, no one but Thane could have him seriously reconsidering everything he thought he knew about love.

Rolling carefully within the minimal space, Thane pinned Zasha beneath him, driving into him with animalistic intensity. “You are mine.”

Those three words, coupled with the raw, possessive quality of Thane’s tone finally shattered him. Thrashing his head from side to side, Zasha bowed his spine and yelled his lover’s name. His cock discharged, releasing a river of semen from the tip that drenched the space between them.

Fisting Zasha’s spurting cock, Thane pumped hard and fast, milking every last drop until Zasha felt depleted. He didn’t stop there, though. Thane continued to manipulate the sensitive flesh, jerking the length while he thrust forward with bone-jarring force.

“Thane. Thane, please,” he begged, though he didn’t know what he pleaded for. Each rough stroke was like another miniclimax, igniting the fire inside him once more. Gods, it felt amazing, too good, and Zasha had serious doubts about his ability to survive the level of pleasure.

“You. Are. Mine!” Thane repeated in a booming roar as he slammed home, burying his cock balls-deep in Zasha’s convulsing channel. The muscles in his neck strained, his eyes squeezed closed, and his mouth fell open in a silent scream as scorching lava flooded Zasha’s depths.

Other than the night Thane had bound their hearts, minds, and souls, he’d maintained a laidback, wait-and-see approach to their relationship. He never pushed too hard, never asked for more than Zasha was willing to give. No matter what happened, Thane seemed to just naturally assume that everything would work out in the end.

There was no sign of that man any longer, though, not in that moment. Thane Braddock exuded power, and there was a fiercely possessive light in his eyes as he stared down at Zasha. He was staking his claim, marking Zasha with more than just a physical reminder of who owned him. Thane branded him from the