Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

a reason that he didn’t wear a shirt when he battled. They just got destroyed.

He turned on the shower, leaving it on the hottest setting and stepping into the warm spray. The burning water had enough pressure to beat into his muscles, massaging the overworked tendons and relieving some of the tension.

Not only was it able to relax him somewhat, it also rinsed the blood away. It, however, didn’t help his libido. The warm water felt like fingers, stroking down his skin. It reminded him of wet kisses, traveling along his body and exciting him further.

The muscles that were so relaxed a moment ago, now coiled with new stiffness, inciting him to do something, anything.

The image of Sophia pushed back into his mind, doubling in strength. Before, he had been able to forget, but this increase in physical sensation was enough to drive him further under her spell. He wanted her in the shower with him, her body slick with water and soap. Her hands stroking along his muscles, her mouth traveling down, along his body with the water until she got to the rigid length of him that needed her attention.

Thane shook his head and tried to block out the image.

It didn’t work well.

He realized that it wasn’t going to be that easy. It would be in his best interest to release some of the pressure that was building. Maybe then he could resist her better, or at least not let the thought of her tied to his bed overwhelm him.

There were two options. He could enter the shower with her, when she took the time to wash up. There were pros for that idea: he would get to touch her, it would be real, and it would be more satisfying. However, there were also cons: she might not be ready or she could possibly be afraid. He didn’t want to scare her.

He wasn’t even sure that she was submissive. He hoped that she was. Anything less wouldn’t be as sufficient or arousing.

Since the cons for interfering with her shower were more of a concern, Thanatos decided to opt for the second option.

He grunted, closing his eyes and fisting his hard cock with his hand. His fingers were rough, not like Sophia’s would feel like, but he ignored that. He imagined her, kneeling in front of him, her eyes bright with need. She would not be able to reach his dick from her knees, but if she were to place herself on the first step for the bench, she would be at just the correct height.

He would fist his hand in her hair—the strands dark, wet and thick—and use his hold to guide her to the tip of his cock. She’d lick it, and then he’d press into her mouth and feel the awaiting heat.

Thane’s breath came faster, his fist moving up and down his shaft, in time with the imagined movements. He would make her suck hard, take him all the way to the back of her throat. She would relinquish all control, letting him thrust in and out.

He knew that he’d be too thick, her teeth would graze him. But that bite of pain would be just enough to push him close to the edge.

Already, he could feel his balls draw up tight to his body. Heat and pressure swelling in their depth.

Tingles ran down his spine, angling and building at the base of his spine. He would feel her throat work, every time he touched the back of her throat, and she’d hollow her cheeks to press against him. She, too, would be aroused by the action. She would want to touch herself, but her hands would be bound behind her back.

Thanatos couldn’t hold back a moan, his body tightening with the imminent release. He didn’t stop it. He had no reason to make this last longer. And so he let go, feeling pleasure radiate up his body, his cock jerking as he ejaculated.

Pleasure buckled his body, muscles clenching as he let go. Orgasm crashed around him like a bomb, only to settle with the satisfaction that could bring him to his knees.

Everything went dark for a moment, his brain fuzzy with the force of his release. He pressed his palm to the wall, needing the hard surface to hold him up while he caught his breath.

In and out, his lungs took in air, his breath sawing in and out but never enough. He felt weak, but no less hungry for her.

The exercise didn’t serve its purpose. He didn’t want her less, instead he wanted her more.

Thane wanted to know what it would actually feel like to be buried in her mouth. Or in her pussy.

Adrian was right.

They would keep her.

At least they would keep her for a short amount of time. She didn’t belong in Hell, and she would not want to stay here long.

Thane washed himself quickly and left the shower. He put a towel around his waist—for Sophia’s modesty—and left the bathroom.

There was a makeshift door, created from a piece of wood that they had crafted. It was rarely used, however he was glad for it now. He knew that Sophie would not be pleased if they could watch her shower.

The woman was waiting outside the bedroom when he exited. She looked nervous.

Had she heard him groan?

It didn’t matter. It was done now and he couldn’t change anything.

He did notice that she refused to look at him as she moved past him and shut the bathroom door.

Another thought struck him then. Sophia didn’t have any clothes with her.

That meant that she would come out nude. Even though he liked that thought, of seeing Sophia naked and dripping wet, he knew that it would make her uncomfortable.

He’d find her something to wear.

Thane didn’t have any shirts. They were difficult