Page 43 of Thorned Vengeance
“Ride me.”
My jaw drops, and I stare at him. He grips my waist and guides my movements. Eventually, I find my rhythm and grind down, rocking back and forth. That sweet sensation of pure bliss starts to build again.
“Oh, God, Thorn.” I close my eyes.
“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Are you close?”
I stare at him, unable to speak, and nod. Thorn takes over and lifts his hips, pounding into me relentlessly, and I see stars. His cock swells as he roars with one last thrust, and I come again.
I float back to Earth and sprawl across his chest. We’re both silent as he rubs circles between my shoulder blades.
Next thing I know, Thorn is gently shaking me awake.
“Babe, I need to take care of the condom.”
I roll off of him and curl up in the blanket. A moment later, Thorn returns and begins to untangle me.
“Can’t… too tired.”
He snorts. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that again, but not tonight.”
“What are you doing?” I ask when something wet is pressed between my legs.
“Cleaning you up.”
My eyes fly open. “The hell you are.”
I reach for the washrag, and he swats my hands away.
“Stop it,” he admonishes. “Let someone take care of you for once.”
I blush as he wipes my most intimate area. I don’t know why his actions are unsettling because he just fucked me seven different ways to Sunday, but this feels like something more.
“Thank you.”
Thorn throws the rag into his hamper and pulls me into his arms. He lifts my chin and covers my mouth with his until we’re both panting again.
“Go to sleep,” he purrs after ending the kiss. “I’ve got you.”
The next morning, I stretch out over Thorn’s bed, but when I reach for him, all I find is empty space. I listen for sounds and hear water running in the bathroom, so I swing my legs over the mattress, tiptoe across the room, and peek inside.
Thorn’s in the shower, bracing himself against the wall and grasping his cock, stroking hard. With his back is to me, I’m able to really take in the tattoo on his back. I admire it for a moment before shifting my gaze to the thorned heart ink on his neck and watch with fascination as the muscles in his neck strain. My mouth waters wondering what he tastes like.
Quit wondering and go find out.
My inner Goddess screams at me, begging to be unleashed. Thorn’s turned me into a hussy. Last night, every one of my dreams were of us fucking anywhere and everywhere and in every position imaginable. It was a nice change from my nightmares about finding Daphne’s body, but then I immediately felt guilty for not dreaming about her.
I deserve to have a little fun, right?
After taking another look at Thorn’s gorgeous frame, I steel my spine. I walk into the shower behind him, and he spins around.
He flattens his hand over his heart. “Shit, Delaney, you scared me.”
I nod at his hand still gripping his cock. “Starting without me this morning.”
“I figured you’d be sore.” He smirks. “I was rough last night.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t do something else.” I drop to my knees.