Chapter 19 #2
His hands ghost up my spine as my fingertips find their way into his hair.
I want to swallow every one of his breaths and offer him each of my own at the same time.
I want to feel every part of him, no barriers between us, just the thunder of his heartbeat beneath my palm.
The desperation for it becomes so real that I blindly tug at the hem of his t-shirt, snaking my fingers over his chest until I can do just that.
The rhythm is melodic, soothing as our lips remain fused together, and my world tilts.
At what angle, at first, I'm not sure. My vision is completely filled by Thorne, but the slight glimmer of sunlight in the corner of my eye tells me I'm lying on the balcony floor.
The marble floor is pressed against my back as he hovers above me.
My thighs spread and he fills the slot with ease as my hand remains plastered against his chest.
Looking down the length of myself, confusion wars inside of me when I realize I'm in a dream wearing clothes that aren’t what I fell asleep wearing.
I know with certainty that I went to sleep in Rion’s oversized t-shirt, yet I find myself in a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
What irritates me more is the fact that they’re standing between me and my shadow fae.
He must sense the same desperation I do, because in one seamless move, the tearing of the material echoes in every direction as he shreds the fabric. Effortlessly, he leaves me bare, the marble chilling beneath my back.
I gape at him as my hand remains in the exact same place, and he reaches over the back of his neck, tugging his t-shirt off along with his shorts until we’re both bare. Only when I inch my core closer to him, desperate to feel the sweet burning sensation of him stretching me wide, does he pause,
His eyebrows furrow with uncertainty. “I shouldn't do this right now. I can't think straight,” he mutters, and I gape at him in disbelief.
“Don't you dare stop right now, Thorne,” I warn, and he shakes his head, deadly serious.
“I feel like I'm not in control of myself right now. My emotions are too heightened and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Let me help bring them back down. You would never hurt me,” I interject, cupping his chin as I fight against the desire to encourage his mouth to mine.
Despite my efforts, he moves willingly, pressing his lips to mine, and I arch my back, nestling my core against the tip of his cock.
“Please, Thorne,” I whisper, and his hips flex, filling me in one swift move as I cry out.
The sensation is more than I bargain for, stealing my breath as my muscles clench around him. My eyes roll to the back of my head, the world spinning on its own axis as he consumes every inch of me.
All too quickly, he pulls out to just the tip. When he thrusts back in this time, he does so more slowly, and I glare at him.
“Harder,” I order, and he shakes his head.
“I’ll break you.”
I scoff, my emotions heightened beyond explanation. “I’m already broken.”
His eyes widen and his jaw falls slack. “Don't say that.”
I dig my fingernails into his arms as I plead. “Harder, Thorne. Give me all of you. Let me prove that I can take it,” I insist, and he shakes his head again. “Shatter me, then you can piece me back together again,” I promise, and it's as if his hips move of their own accord.
He fills me effortlessly.
With every flex of his hips, he goes harder, every thrust filling me more.
He's bruising, from the tips of his fingers that bore into my sides to the pounding of his cock as he fills me again and again and again.
The marble beneath me offers no reprieve as I cling to him.
Pleasure dipped in sweet pain.
I can barely breathe.
It's raw. It's real. It's everything.
Sweat clings to every inch of me as he powers over me, releasing my waist only to grab at my wrists, pinning them above my head.
I startle when my hands don't meet the ground. Looking up through my lashes, I find it's because my hands are through one of the little slats of the balcony railing, hanging over the side.
The height factor sends me to a whole new level, my muscles flexing of their own accord, and I shatter into a million pieces, screaming at the top of my lungs.
The burn in my chest fuels the ecstasy clawing through every inch of my body.
Just as I feel like I'm coming to the end, Thorne finds his release, and the shudder of his cock inside of me knocks me over the edge once more.
Delirious.
I try to catch my breath, perspiration clinging to us as we lie in a heap on the floor.
My fingers lazily glide through his hair as his fingertips stroke down the valley between my breasts.
It's everything and nothing.
His touch is enough to rattle my world, but it’s the understanding that we’re mentally on the same page that settles deep inside my chest. The information we read in The Fractured Book of Souls resonates with him the same as it did with me, and for the first time, I feel like he truly doesn't see me as the enemy.
I should tell him I love him too. It wouldn't be a lie, but I don't think now is the right time.
Instead, I blink at him, silently, obsessed by the look on his face. He looks lighter, less troubled, and more present.
Clearing my throat, I sigh. “Is it possible to fall asleep in a dream?” I ask, content, and he presses his lips to my forehead.
“You can try, but I'm going to wake you up so I can comfort you in real life now, Echo.”