Chapter 9 Thorne
THORNE
I cover Aria’s body with mine, settling between her legs. My heart is pounding, my instincts driving me wild as I grab at the hem of her sweater and tear it off impatiently.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Every inch of her is gorgeously plump and curvy. She looks like a work of art, and I groan as I palm her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her dusky nipples. They fill my hands, soft and heavy, and I savor Aria’s shudder when I squeeze them.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “You have no idea…”
She smiles at me. Her dark hair fans across my pillow, those big brown eyes molten with need as she looks at me.
My sweet girl.
So ready for me.
I lean in to kiss her, nipping at her pouty bottom lip as I push her thighs open wider.
“Weren’t you supposed to be resting?” Aria asks.
Her voice is teasing, despite the nerves in her eyes.
“Maybe.”
“This doesn’t”—she cuts off with a sharp inhale as my cock pokes against her folds—“look like resting to me.”
“Then rest with me, princess,” I grunt into her ear. “Rest that pretty little pussy on my dick.”
She moans at my words. It’s fucking intoxicating. Hell, I’m not much of a talker. Aria’s not wrong when she calls me a caveman—I do a lot of grunting. But I love saying filthy things to this angel and seeing her reaction. It feels so damn good.
“You ready for me?” I ask, the tip of my cock poking against her tight hole. I can feel her heat radiating against my skin, and it takes all my restraint not to thrust into her immediately.
“I’m ready,” Aria says, “but I should probably mention…I’ve never done this before.”
She breathes it out like a confession, and my chest goes tight.
“Neither have I.”
Aria frowns, biting her lip. “Are you teasing me?”
“No. Dead serious.” My hand drifts to her cheek, and I rub a finger over her soft skin. “I never dated when I was in the military. Never cared about shit like that. My job was all that mattered.”
“What about after you left?” she asks.
“Never really thought about it.” I let my gaze roam her face, memorizing every inch of skin. “Then I met you, princess. Wanted you the second I saw you.”
Aria bites her lip, smiling up at me. “Me too, Thorne. I had…dreams about you.”
My heart stutters at this delicious little confession. “What kind of dreams?”
She reddens. “I’m pretty sure you can guess.”
I’m going to make damn sure I hear every single detail of this dream at some point. But right now, I need to claim Aria. My body is aching with the pain of holding back. It feels like my cock is about to explode, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“How about we make that dream a reality?” I mutter.
Aria hums in agreement, wrapping her arms around my neck as I inch inside her. She stretches open around my cock, hot and tight, coating me in her sticky arousal. I feel her throbbing around me as I bury myself to the hilt, sucking in a ragged breath.
“Fuck…” I swallow hard. “Fuck…”
Aria’s lips are parted, her face scrunched up. Her eyes go wide as she looks at me.
“You okay?” I ask, pressing a kiss on her forehead.
“I think so…”
“How does it feel?”
Her voice is a breathless moan. “Like you’re splitting me in half.”
“Shit, am I hurting you?”
“It stings, but…it feels good at the same time.” She presses her lips together, squirming on my cock like she’s trying to get comfortable. “I like it. You don’t need to stop.”
I nod, letting out a hiss of breath at her movements.
Sweat beads on my brow as I start to rock my hips, sliding my cock in and out of Aria’s tight heat.
It feels fucking amazing. I have to grit my teeth, fighting to stay in control.
I need to be gentle with her. But every instinct is screaming at me to fuck her until she’s screaming my name.
I want her coming over and over. I want my dick sopping with her juices.
“Ready for more, princess?”
“Yes.” Aria lets out a shaky breath. “You can go faster. I want it, Thorne…”
My restraint crumbles at her words.
I want it, Thorne.
“Good girl.” I grip her waist, pinning her to the mattress. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.”
With a deep growl, I snap my hips. Fast.
“Oh!”
Aria lets out a whimper as I drive into her.
Claiming her.
Fucking her.
Something feral thrums through me as I listen to her cries, the wet slap of skin as our bodies meet. Her face is flushed, hands clawing at my back as I stuff her full of my cock.
“You’re mine, Aria.”
“Yes…yes—”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she sobs. “I’m yours. Please, please…”
“Please what, princess?”
“Please don’t stop.”
It drives me crazy seeing her like this. Naked in my bed with my cock buried inside her as she begs for more.
“Look at me,” I say.
Our eyes lock, the intensity sucking the breath from my lungs. Aria breaks first. She looks away. Swallowing a groan, I force myself to stop moving.
“Thorne,” she whines, bucking her hips against me, desperate for more friction.
But I stay still.
“Look at me.”
She does as I say, meeting my gaze once more. I lean in until our faces are almost touching.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me when I fuck you, princess. Understand?”
“I understand.” Her big brown eyes blink up at me, wide and doe-like.
“No looking away unless I say so.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Good girl.”
I plant a soft kiss on her mouth, keeping my face close to hers as I start to move again. Aria keeps her eyes on mine, her breath warm against my lips as she moans.
“That’s it, baby.”
I pick up the pace. The louder Aria gets, the faster I move, her cries spurring me on. I want to see how much this angel can take.
“You like that, princess?” I ask. “You like being fucked hard by your man?”
“Yes!”
The bed creaks loudly beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall.
“That’s my good girl.” I cup her cheek gently, despite the brutal rhythm of my hips. “Fuck, look at you taking my cock. You’re doing so good, princess.”
Aria’s eyes twinkle at my praise. “I am?”
“Yes. So fucking good.” I pepper her face with kisses, grunting as my balls slap against her ass. “God, you feel amazing.”
“So do you…”
She tightens her arms around me, her heels digging into my back.
“That’s it, princess. Hold onto me.”
We keep our eyes locked as Aria starts to buck her hips, moving in time with my thrusts. She takes a moment to find her rhythm, but when she does, a groan rips from my throat.
“Am I doing it right?” she whispers, panting as she moves. “Is this okay?”
“It’s perfect. Fuck, you’re so good at this.”
I can feel myself losing control. The friction of Aria moving against me, her tight hole sliding on my cock. It’s too much.
“Thorne?”
“Yes, princess?”
“I want to see…”
I nod, understanding immediately. We break eye contact, and Aria pushes up onto her elbows while I shift my weight back.
Our gazes drop to the space between us—the place where our bodies meet.
A growl escapes my lips. I watch as my fat cock sinks inside Aria’s tiny pussy, thrusting in and out.
It’s so fucking sexy. Her tight hole swallows every inch of me, coating me in her cream.
My eyes flit back to Aria.
“You look so fucking pretty with my cock in you.”
She shivers. “It feels good.”
“I know, baby. That’s why you’re gonna come for me.”
I move faster, eyes fixed on Aria.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and come hard. All over my cock.”
Her lips part in a silent cry as I rut her like an animal. I don’t give her a second to breathe. I reach between us to rub her clit with my thumb, desperately forcing back my orgasm. She needs to come first.
“Don’t you dare hold back, princess,” I tell her.
She’s close. I can feel her body trembling beneath me, her moans reaching fever pitch. She clings to me for dear life, her back arching off the bed, still holding my gaze like I told her.
“Oh yes…Thorne!”
She screams my name as she comes undone. Her eyes lose focus, head falling back as she shudders beneath me.
So fucking beautiful.
It’s enough to push me over the edge. My rhythm turns jerky, a rough moan ripping from my throat as I fill Aria with cum. It spills deep inside her throbbing pussy, the spasms milking me dry.
My girl.
Mine.
Breathing hard, I rest my forehead against Aria’s, holding her through the aftershocks.
When we finally come back to ourselves, she looks up at me, and something cracks open in my chest. Her eyes are so full of warmth.
Trust. Nobody has ever looked at me like this before.
I’m a big brute, intimidating as hell. I’m used to people avoiding my gaze.
But not her.
Not Aria.
She grins at me. “Well, caveman…that definitely wasn’t resting.”
“Way better than resting.”
“I agree.” She reaches up to brush my grizzled cheek. “It was perfect.”
“You were perfect, princess.”
“So were you.”
I roll off her, ignoring the sting as I land on my injured arm. Then I pull her back to my chest, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair.
Outside the window, fir trees sway in the wind, a light dusting of snow sprinkling to the ground like powdered sugar.
Aria sighs contentedly in my arms, and I wish I could bottle up this moment.
Keep it forever. Freeze it in amber or something.
I can’t remember ever feeling this damn happy, and it’s all thanks to this sweet angel.
As I hold her close, I think back to what she said earlier, when I asked how long she was staying in town.
A few months, maybe.
Instinctively, my grip on her tightens. A few months isn’t going to cut it. Not by a long shot. When I told Aria she was mine, I meant it.
Mine.
Not for a few days or a few months.
Mine forever.
And if she doesn’t know that yet, she will soon enough.