CHAPTER 29
Rain started to soak through my hair and dress, but I barely noticed.
I was too consumed by the fact that Thorne Hudson was kissing me.
The second his mouth touched mine, lightning forked down and struck the ground. As the powerful energy dispersed, I could have sworn, sworn that it traveled up through my body and into my lips. The shock of it wrung a gasp from me, and Thorne pulled back.
Our eyes met and held. The rain dripped from his wet hair and onto me, onto my mouth. He focused on the drops, inhaling sharply when I parted my lips again and . . . let them slide in. An invitation. One that he eagerly accepted.
He swooped back down and captured my mouth, the contact firmer, more insistent this time.
A command. He wanted me to reciprocate. His warmth seeped into my chilled skin, stealing all the way down to my toes.
All too soon, he broke the kiss again to check on me, our breaths slightly uneven as we stared at each other.
Hungry for more of that delicious warmth, I pushed up and initiated the kiss this time, firmly pressing my mouth to his.
He made a sound like rolling thunder in the back of his throat, then dropped one of his arms and crushed me to him.
My body lit up like a firework at the intimate contact, and when I gasped again, he took full advantage and deepened the kiss.
His bottom lip slid between mine, and I got my first taste of him.
My tongue happily lapped up the salty flavor, seeking out more by tracing his skin.
He went wild at the feel of my tongue on him, kissing me harder, deeper.
My bottom lip slid into his mouth, and he greedily sucked it inside to taste me.
As a euphoric groan left him, butterflies detonated in my stomach and my toes curled.
Rain saturated our frantic kisses, wetting our lips so they pleasurably slid over each other, inside each other.
Needing more, I raised my hands to grip his strong neck and parted my lips wider.
His tongue immediately plunged into my mouth and tangled with mine.
And just like that, I was lost. Drowning.
Bliss unfurled low in my belly, forcing a moan from me.
Thorne swallowed the sound, holding me to him so tightly that I could no longer tell where he ended and I began.
My body was pressed to his in a way I’d never experienced before, but instinctively, I knew it could get closer.
All on its own, my lower half sought out his, gratified when it found something rock hard.
I pushed up even more and fit the length between my aching thighs, driven by a need I barely understood but desperately wanted to experience.
“Snowflake,” Thorne groaned into my mouth, sliding his hand down to cup my butt and grind me against him.
The blast of sensation wrung a cry from me, and I felt my pussy flutter with a mini orgasm.
He ground his erection into me a few more times, then uttered a curse and broke our kiss.
His breathing was as ragged as mine, his pulse thundering beneath my fingertips, but he pulled back enough to look me in the eye and say, “I won’t take you like this.
Not when you’re still unsure about me, about us.
But I desperately want to taste more of you.
Please, let me do it. Let me taste you.”
Taste me . . .
Oh, dear ancestors, was he saying what I thought he was saying?
My pussy fluttered again, suddenly aching for what he was suggesting.
A helpless whimper burst from me, and that was enough for him.
He kissed my lips again, then kissed lower, tipping my head back to expose my throat.
He pressed his warm mouth to my thundering pulse, and I sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue darted out to taste my skin.
The storm raged around us as he kissed lower and lower, sending goosebumps over my flesh everywhere his mouth touched.
When he found my cleavage, he slowed, and I pried my eyes open to watch him.
He pressed his mouth to one swell, sliding his eyes shut as if in rapture.
My toes curled again as he repeated the kiss to the other swell, then slid his hand over my shoulder to slip my dress down.
I let him, struggling to breathe while he slowly exposed one breast, then the other, both nipples hard enough to cut glass.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he roughly said, his gaze heatedly caressing my flesh before he leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth. When I felt him suck on the sensitive nub, all the air punched from my lungs, and I gripped his shoulders for dear life.
Oh, but that wasn’t all he did. After working the nipple into a frenzy of sensation with his tongue, he gripped it between his teeth and gently bit down. I jerked and cried out as pleasure shot through me, traveling through my veins like lightning until it hit my aching clit.
“Anscestors, save me,” I gasped, and Thorne chuckled, the vibrations further stimulating my flesh.
When he finally released my nipple, it was only to kiss his way to the other one. We were thoroughly drenched by the time he was finished, but I was too blissed out to mind the cold.
He suddenly dropped to his knees in the grass before me, and the sight instantly rendered me speechless.
I didn’t know why, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Knowing what he was about to do, I quivered with nerves and anticipation.
Was I seriously going to let him do this right here out in the open?
Yes. Yes, I was.
“We can do this standing up or on the ground,” he said, pausing to look up at me.
Oh, wow. Both. Both, please.
But I was really enjoying this power reversal where I was looking down at him for a change. “Like this,” I found myself saying, to my utmost surprise. One corner of his mouth curved upward, and I knew he’d figured out my train of thought.
Without taking his eyes off me, he slid both hands inside the slit of my dress and spread the dark fabric wide, revealing my panties.
Hooking his thumbs into the material, he started to tug them down, down, down.
As my pussy was exposed to the night air, all of my attention went to that area, to the realization that he was about to see me naked down there for the first time.
He didn’t give me time to feel self-conscious, though.
Lifting one leg, then the other, he slid my underwear free before spreading my skirt again.
His head was suddenly between my legs, kissing a slow path up my inner thigh.
I tensed all over, overwhelmed by how intimate it felt to have his head down there, how vulnerable.
My heart began to pound, harder and harder the higher up he went.
My nerves were on fire, along with the ache he was so close to reaching.
He darted his tongue out to lick the rain from my skin, and I almost died.
“Open your legs for me, Snowflake,” he rumbled against my sensitive flesh, and I obeyed without question, without thought. All I could think about was the throbbing ache between my thighs and how close he was to—
The moment I gave him clearance, he focused on that aching spot and placed his tongue on it, licking all the way up the center.
My mind stopped. My heart stopped. Everything stopped as that one lick filled me with pure ecstasy.
Unable to process, to contain the feeling, I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
He licked me again, and my whole body bowed forward, forcing me to drop my hands to his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall over.
On the third lick, a strangled noise finally made its way out of me.
I sounded like a drowning cat, but I didn’t care.
As long as he didn’t stop, I didn’t care about anything.
“Perfection,” he hummed against my clit, his hot breath sending a thrill through me. “You taste like mine.”
Mine. There was that word again. Only this time, it felt like I was.
He found a rhythm after that, thrusting his tongue against me like he’d done with his erection earlier.
I gripped his shoulders tightly, my body buzzing with so much pleasure that I felt faint.
I locked my trembling knees, but they threatened to buckle beneath me with every new thrust. He held my thighs to steady me, spreading them a little wider so he could delve deeper.
It was when that powerful, talented tongue of his began to swirl over my clit in tight little circles that I started to lose it. Pitiful whimpers left me, my body struggling to keep up with the overload of sensations shooting through it.
It felt too good. It was too much. I wasn’t going to survive.
I dug my fingers into his hair, my breaths coming in frantic pants as I barrelled toward my destination at breakneck speed. Too much, too much, too much.
“Thorne!”
He didn’t slow, didn’t let up. He wanted me to come, and he wasn’t stopping until I did. My whimpers grew louder, turning into cries. His tongue swirled faster and faster, harder and harder.
Terrified that I was about to explode, unable to stand the assault a second longer, I tried to pull back.
Thorne tightened his grip on my thighs and bore down even more, lashing his tongue over my clit so savagely that I broke.
Shattered. My entire body detonated like a bomb, the pleasure so intense that I threw my head back and screamed.
At the same time, lightning struck the glen, closely followed by a clap of thunder so loud that my screams were lost to the storm.
Him. It was him. He’d orchestrated this storm, conducted it. Using it to drown out my screams of rapture so no one would hear.