Page 129 of Thorns & Fire
‘Not lately.I grew fond of tormenting a certain Warsword.Are you complaining?’she challenged.
‘Gods, no,’ he said, fusing his mouth back to hers.
They were a mess of teeth and tongues, of pawing hands.Torj moaned, deep and guttural when Wren freed his cock from his leathers and licked her lips at the sight of the glistening tip.
‘I need you inside me, Torj.Now,’ she said, her voice thick with heated desperation.
‘I started taking the tonic again,’ he assured her.
‘Fuck me, Bear Slayer,’ she commanded.The title slipped from her mouth before she could stop it, but the low groan from the warrior in question told her that perhaps in this context, the name was acceptable.
Torj reached between them and dragged the head of his cock over her clit, notching himself to her entrance, moaning at the wetness he found there.
‘Torj,’ Wren cried out.
And then he sheathed himself inside her.
Elwren Embervale wasmade for him.Nothing had ever felt so good, soright.Tight, wet heat engulfed him, sending spirals of pleasure from his balls through his shaft with such force that he wanted to unleash himself then and there.
Wren’s legs tightened around him, and he braced her more firmly against the wall to get better leverage as he pulled out and rammed back inside of her.Each stroke was more intoxicating than the last – addictive, maddening...Together, they were insatiable.
‘I missed this,’ Wren panted against his lips, moving with each one of his thrusts.‘I missed you.’
Missed herdidn’t even cover what Torj had felt in her absence.It was more like she’d taken a piece of him with her that he could never recover, no matter what he tried.He had dreamed of her, had smelled jasmine and rain even when she wasn’t there...The world had been bleak and grey, a mindless drag from one day into the next.
‘Never again,’ he vowed, driving himself into her, finding that sensitive spot within.
‘Never,’ Wren moaned.As she did, her walls clamped around his cock and his vision blacked out for a moment.
‘Gods,’ he blurted, using every ounce of willpower to keep himself from spilling inside her.He wasn’t done.Not by a long shot.
Holding her with one arm, he reached between them with his other hand, finding her clit with his thumb, circling.
‘Torj,’ she cried again, her hips bucking.‘Harder.’
He loved the sound of his name on her lips, loved that he could worship her the way she deserved.Applying more pressure to her clit, he did as she commanded, thrusting over and over again until her words became garbled, and she was shaking with need.
Wren’s hand crept to his throat, squeezing gently.‘You’re going to make me—’
He didn’t stop.‘Come for me, Embers.Come all over my cock.’
‘Fuck—’
Wren came around him with a moan he felt in his balls, tightening around him, riding him until he saw stars.
It was the final whimper in his ear that sent him hurtling over the edge after her.His climax hit so hard he nearly staggered as he spilled himself inside her, each wave drawing a low, carnal sound from his throat.
Wren swallowed it with another kiss, which was just as well, because the otherworldly experience had rendered him fucking speechless.
When their lips broke apart at last, Torj’s eyes fluttered open to a vision of gold.
A gold thread, solid and real, laced around them both.
And Wren was smiling.
Soul bonded.
Hissoul bonded.
