Page 5 of Kissed By the Sun

We’d been through this too many times now, his need becoming overwhelming until he stalked away with a stiff gate, unable to even look at me as he left the training area, leaving me sweaty and flustered by myself.

He lunged again as he snarled at me, which only turned me on even more, if I was being honest. Though, to be fair, therewasn’t much Thorn could do that didn’t turn me on at the moment.

It didn’t help that I could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his breeches. It had to be uncomfortable trying to fight like that. At least my body only ached with need.

The more I dodged out of his way, the more it infuriated him, which I couldn’t deny I found some pleasure in. His last movement had given him enough distance from my weapon that I was able to sprint forward and scoop it up.

I’d barely wrapped my hand around the hilt when I felt his presence behind me. I turned my head slightly to see him looming over me in a way that had me feeling like a hare in front of a wolf.

He glared down at me, a hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with battle.

I rolled out of the way, intending to spring to my feet off to one side so I could turn and face him, but the pillar I rolled into stopped that, only it wasn’t wood or anything like that; it was just his leg. Thorn had moved faster than I had and had destroyed my chance of escape with one stomp of his foot.

The hit had me rolling onto my back, leaving myself exposed to him.

He angled the wood sword he’d been using at my neck.“Dead.”

“Castrated and dead,” I replied, with my own sword angled at his family jewels.

Thorn’s gaze darted down to the tip of the sword as I pressed it against his breeches. “Stop thinking about my cock for two seconds and you might have been able to do more than just dodge my attacks.” He let his arm go slack, the tip of the wooden practice sword sliding down my protective leather vest, hovering over my nipple, which to anyone else would look like he had itaimed at my heart, but he and I both knew exactly what he was doing.

The wood tip grazed back and forth minutely. I wasn’t even sure if he was even aware he was doing it, though; it practically had me writhing on the ground. “Are you going to let me try again or keep me pinned here?” I growled out.

“Haven’t decided yet.” Thorn’s gaze flicked around the room and I saw that we were down to only another pair of swordsmen that were sparring with each other.

Thorn didn’t want to practice anymore--that much was evident--but if we took a break then I knew it would just end up with him leaving like he’d done so many times before.

I swatted the practice sword away with my free hand while keeping my sword pointed at his manhood as I backed up and pushed to my feet. “As much as I’d like to be done with this, we both know that I need more work. I’m not even as good as when I fought you in the human lands, and I have more strength, speed, and power now.”

He grunted and I knew that he was agreeing with me, he just didn’t want to admit it. His body and mind were at war with one another, just like mine were. Only my mind seemed to be winning out, whereas his body appeared to be winning the battle on his side. If his body won that would mean him leaving, though, and since no one else would train with me I wasn’t prepared for that to happen yet.

His need was something I could take advantage of if I was smart about it. There was nothing that said my only weapon had to be the sword in my hand. Under the pretense of brushing dirt from my leathers, I ran my hand over my breasts and down my belly to my hips, keeping my own sword pointed at Thorn the whole time.

When I looked up, he was practically seething with anger and need in equal measures. I couldn’t keep the grin from my face as I lunged toward him.

Instead of fighting me, he just let me run at him, smacking him on the bicep with my sword before I tried to dart away. He caught me around the waist, though, tugging me to the ground, the two of us tumbling together. At first I landed on top of him, but he quickly rolled so I was on the bottom, every inch of him pressing against me in the most delicious way.

“Dead,” he said again as I felt the poke of his wooden blade against my ribs.

I glanced around and found that the last two men who had been sparring in there with us had left, which meant we were venturing into dangerous territory. Whenever we were alone we would dance on the knife’s edge of giving in to our desire before he left. If others were around, we were better able to restrain ourselves since the two of us being together was technically forbidden.

Being forced to think about others when all we both wanted to do was rip each others clothes off was getting harder and harder. Maybe it was because I didn’t grow up with this idea embedded in me, but the more I needed Thorn the harder I found it to care about the idea of us not being allowed to be together.

Fuck everyone else. He was mine and I was his and no words from a king, queen, or other noble would change that.

“Then kiss me back to life,” I murmured as I reached up and looped my hands around his neck, pulling him down to me before he could pull away.

His whole body went rigid for a moment as his lips crashed against mine like the waves against a shore during a storm.

There was nothing gentle or loving about the kiss; it was one that had been built out of pure need on both of our parts. I bit athis lower lip before sucking it into my mouth and releasing it a moment later.

Thorn groaned and pressed himself even tighter against me and I couldn’t help the way my legs spread and invited him to get closer, to touch me where we both needed it the most. I didn’t care that other people could walk into the room at any moment. Everything in the world had focused down to one point: him.

“Senara,” he growled my name before he buried his face in my neck, licking and sucking at the skin there as though it was a delicacy he had been denied for too long.

I panted at his touch, my whole body feeling electrified by it and barely kept enough mental clarity to form the words, “Baths. Now.”

For a moment Thorn didn’t respond, too lost to his own lust and need for my words to make any sense. A second later he pulled back.