Chapter 8 Aria #2
I smile up at him, but my throat is starting to go dry.
Now that I’ve stopped crying, it’s hard to ignore how close we’re standing.
Thorne towers head and shoulders above me, his hands still tight on my waist. We’re inches apart, his burly chest still exposed, dark ink snaking across his muscles.
He smells like woodsmoke and spices, tinged with the antiseptic ointment I used on his scratches, and I breathe him in with a shaky breath.
Suddenly, it feels way too hot in here.
Too close.
I should step away from Thorne. Break eye contact. But I don’t move as he inches closer. So close I can feel his rough beard against my chin, his breath ghosting against my lips. His dark green eyes are flecked with gray, cutting straight through me.
“Princess…” he murmurs. “Tell me to stop.”
My breath catches, but I don’t say a word.
Thorne snaps. His gaze drops to my mouth, dark and hungry. Our lips brush, just barely, my heart thumping wildly at the contact. Then Thorne growls low and crushes his mouth to mine.
There’s nothing gentle about it. He kisses me like he’s staking his claim, lips rough and urgent. His hand slides up to the back of my neck, curling against my skin, holding me exactly where he wants me. I melt against him. My hands cling to his shoulders, head spinning as I kiss him back.
I want this. So badly.
All the tension inside me is finally bubbling over.
My body pulses with it, shuddering as Thorne slips his tongue between my lips.
I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows the sound with a guttural moan that goes straight through me.
He tastes like whiskey and maple syrup, his hot tongue sliding against mine until I’m breathless.
My back hits the edge of the table. Thorne breaks our kiss, and I feel his arm reach behind me, fanning across the tabletop as he impatiently shoves our empty plates away. One of them smashes to the floor. Thorne doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy laying me down on the solid oak—flat on my back.
“You’ve been torturing me, princess,” he growls, standing over me. “Driving me fucking crazy.”
My breath catches. I stare up at him, sprawled and helpless beneath his hulking frame. There’s a savage glint in his eyes. It reminds me of the mountain lion, staring me down as it approached, ready to devour me. Only this time, I’m not afraid.
This time, I want it.
Thorne bends down to kiss me again, his mouth opening, fingers sliding down my body. He’s reaching beneath the green sweater, tracing the skin on my inner thigh. My heart jolts. I’m still not wearing any panties. He must be able to feel my arousal, warm and sticky on my legs.
“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. “You’re all wet.”
I nod, panting as his fingers move further up my leg.
“Is this all for me?”
I nod again.
“Use your words, princess.”
I swallow hard. “Yes…it’s for you.”
“Good girl.”
I want to warn him about my lack of underwear, but Thorne’s massive hand has already reached my folds. When he touches my bare skin, his eyes snap to mine with realization.
“I…I didn’t have a change of underwear.”
Thorne closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s praying for strength.
“You’re telling me you’ve been walking around without panties all morning?”
“Yeah…but only because I didn’t have—”
I cut off with a gasp as Thorne thrusts two thick fingers inside me.
My head drops back against the table, stars bursting behind my eyes as I squeeze them shut.
He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe. He pumps me hard, thumbing my clit, hooking his fingers inside my aching core.
I dig my nails into the tabletop, legs trembling as Thorne forces me to take it.
“Look at me.”
I shiver at his deep voice, but my eyes stay shut.
“Look. At. Me.”
Thorne punctuates each word with a pump of his fingers, and a shuddery moan escapes my lips as I meet his gaze.
It’s not easy, holding eye contact as he pleasures me like this.
The intensity burns me, like I’m staring into a bright light.
But when I start to turn my head, Thorne’s left hand reaches for my jaw, gripping it tight between his thumb and ring finger. Forcing me to look at him.
“That’s it, princess. Just keep those pretty eyes on me.”
I do as he says, heat coiling between my legs. Thorne is working me to the edge, his fingers fucking me mercilessly. With every thrust, his thumb brushes hard against my clit, making me keen for him.
“Oh!”
I come hard, gushing all over Thorne’s invading fingers. My vision blurs, and when I come to, I see Thorne slide them out of me.
“You look so fucking pretty when you come,” he growls, bringing his fingers to his mouth. I watch as he sucks each one dry, eyes flashing. “Fuck, you taste good. Come here.”
Thorne grabs my hips, sliding me down to the edge of the table.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“I need another taste, princess.”
He pushes my thighs apart, leaving me exposed to his feral gaze. Nobody has ever seen me like this before. I feel like a raw nerve—completely vulnerable—heart thudding as Thorne lowers his face between my thighs.
“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, his breath hot against me. I’m squirming for him, shifting restlessly. I can feel the roughness of his beard soaking up my arousal. Then I feel something warm and firm push against my clit.
Oh God.
Thorne’s tongue swirls over the sensitive bud. He lavishes it with attention, licking, sucking, tugging it between his lips. My back arches off the table. Raw pleasure thrums through my veins as he licks down to my core, delving inside, lapping up my cream.
“Yes…” I whimper. “Please don’t stop.”
Thorne makes a noise in his throat, his movements turning frenzied. Desperate. He clamps his arms around my thighs, pushing them wider apart as he devours me.
It feels so good.
My hands thread through Thorne’s silver-streaked hair, and I whine as he refocuses his attention on my clit, sucking it into his mouth.
The suction. The pressure. It’s too much to bear.
I tug on his hair, and he sucks harder, my toes curling at the sensation.
I’m so close. Every muscle is pulled taut, throbbing with anticipation.
“Thorne…I’m gonna…”
The words melt into a sob as an orgasm rocks through my body. I buck against Thorne’s mouth, my hips moving on instinct, grinding me against his face. He doesn’t let go. He keeps me locked against him, licking up every drop of cream until I’m a quivering mess.
When he finally pulls away, I’m still breathless.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he mutters, licking his lips like he still can’t get enough.
His mouth is slick, beard glistening with my juices. I feel like I might faint.
Did that really just happen?
Before I can figure out if this is just another dream, Thorne scoops me into his arms. I’m a big girl with thick curves, but he carries me like I’m weightless, holding me against his chest.
“Your scratches,” I say, trying to pull away. “Am I hurting you?”
“Not at all, princess.”
He pulls me back against him, then shoulders open the bedroom door and sets me down on the bed. I watch, still a little dazed, as he unbuckles his belt and slides down his jeans and boxers in one impatient movement. When he straightens up, a gasp escapes my lips.
Holy crap.
Thorne is officially a giant all over. Bulging muscles.
Powerful thighs. But it’s what’s between them I can’t look away from.
His cock is enormous. Long and girthy, so thick it makes my clit throb with need.
His shaft is ribbed with veins, the fat tip glistening with pre-cum as he climbs onto the bed.
“You’re so big,” I whisper as he positions himself between my thighs.
“It’s all for you, princess.” Thorne stares down at me, eyes dark with lust. “Every last inch.”