Page 78 of Thorn Evermore
“Oh. Should we go?”
Thorn turns to me, his eyes glowing. “Oh no, darling. Now that I’ve got you alone, you’ve got a job to do.”
A shiver runs through me. “You want me to top you here?”
“So damn much. I’m craving you like a drug.” He shrugs his jacket off. “I need a fix.”
I nod, filled with excitement. The thrill of knowing what we’re doing when hundreds of people mill around us just beyond the curtain is heady.
“You took control last time,” I whisper.
“I did. I’m a bossy bottom, what can I say?”
I chuckle, pulling him by his shirt. “Let me this time? I want to learn how to be good for you on my own.”
“Whatever you want. I’ll never deny you.”
“You’ll never tell me no?”
“Never. I live to give you what you want.”
My chest warms with happiness. “Kiss me?”
“Absolutely.”
Thorn grips the back of my neck in a way that says so many things without words at all—ownership, protection, love. He brushes his lips over mine, teasing me until I practically growl for a taste of his mouth again.
Thorn chuckles, bumping his erection into me. The height difference between us is so much more noticeable when we’re this close, but I love it. I feel so small, and I never feel small.
“Gods, you taste amazing,” Thorn whispers, gently sucking on my tongue.
“So do you.” I begin unbuttoning his shirt to get my fingers in all his soft chest hair. “You’re the definition of a man. Everything about you is so… unf.”
Thorn chuckles. “Men come in all kinds of flavors, but I’m glad I’m your favorite.”
I tear my mouth away from his and suck his throat, the wave of desire building deep within me. Pulsing music fills the air around us as lights flicker around the room. Thorn tangles his fingers in my hair as I kiss my way all over his chest and neck before falling to my knees in front of him.
Fumbling over his zipper, I giggle with nerves. I wonder if vampirism makes me a better lover.
“You couldn’t be a better one,” Thorn says, reminding me he can hear all my thoughts. “You were already perfect for me. That’s how it works, love.”
“But you have so much experience.”
“No. It’s all new for me. It’s never been like this. So intense, so… fulfilling. Believe me.”
I have to. His sincerity is palpable. I finally manage to get his jeans open, smiling as his cock spills out and hits my chin.
“Damn.”
I open my mouth and immediately suck him down my throat. I have no patience, apparently. ‘Craving’ is the word he used, and it’s accurate but almost not enough. It’s a desperation to be close to him, to taste him and give him pleasure.
“Gods,” Thorn murmurs, watching me with heavy eyes. “I love your mouth.”
I dip my head, sucking his heavy balls into my mouth, savoring the texture of his skin, the scent specific to him, the soft moans he releases. My confidence grows with each passing moment.
“Turn around,” I demand.
Thorn smiles, twisting to rest his hands on the table. Hisass is exposed to me, and my mouth literally waters, my gums throbbing as my fangs push out. I dive in, burying my face between his cheeks, licking and swirling my tongue around his hole.