Page 131 of Thorns & Fire
‘I don’t give a fuck where we are,’ he growled, cupping her over her skirts.
Desire unfurled at the base of her spine, spreading to all her extremities, pooling at her core.Torj had always been passionate, but the soul bond had unleashed him.And she loved it.
But as they passed beneath the Highguard gates and started down the road back to Drevenor, reality came sweeping in like a tide.For now, Wren had everything to lose.
She must have stiffened in the saddle, because Torj’s grip around her tightened, his large palm spanning her abdomen, pulling her closer to him.But it was more than that.
‘You can sense my emotions, can’t you?’she asked, covering his hand with her own.
‘Sometimes,’ he said.‘I don’t think I realized it until now, but sometimes I see your dreams too...On the way to Drevenor for the first time?I saw that nightmare you had as if it were my own.’
Wren remembered the way his eyes had darted to the exact placethe shadows had been in her mind.It had been there, right from the beginning...
‘And when we were in that tent during the storm?’he continued.‘I think we shared the same dream then...’
Wren’s cheeks heated.She had woken with his cock in her hand and her thighs slick with need.Torture.It had been utter torture to have him so close and to deny herself his touch.Gods, the man was in her blood.
The hand at her stomach lifted, fingers stroking her throat.‘I dreamed I was kissing you here,’ he told her, before his caress descended to her collarbone.‘And here...’His fingers moved lower, tracing the fabric of her bodice, her breasts.‘And here...’Warm lips grazed her neck, moving in time with his words, and a soft cry escaped her as he sucked gently on the sensitive skin there.
Torj shifted his hips behind her, the rock-hard length of him undeniable against her backside.
‘You were grinding against me, and so wet, Wren...You were so wet for me.’
Wren hadn’t realized that she was grinding against him now.She blinked, suddenly dazed.‘I dreamed the same...’she murmured, arching as Torj squeezed her breast.
‘I know,’ he replied with a low chuckle.‘I woke up with your hand on my cock, remember?’
‘I remember.’Her breath hitched as his hand reached for the hem of her skirts.‘What are you doing?’
‘I have to touch you,’ he groaned.
She wished she could see his face, the pained expression of need she knew was there.‘Youaretouching me.’
‘Not nearly enough,’ he told her, pausing as her skirts slid up one thigh.‘Can I make you come again?’
The road before them was empty, the canopy joining overhead shrouding them in dappled shade – a false sense of privacy.Were anyone to join the trail, there would be no hiding themselves.Wren didn’t care.
‘Yes, Bear Slayer.Make me come.’
His hand slipped beneath her skirts, teasing her by drawing circles over her inner thigh, each movement bringing him closer to where she wanted him, only to deny her.
She made a noise of frustration, wriggling in the saddle, seeking what only he could give her.
A laugh rumbled against her back.‘So impatient,’ he murmured, continuing his torture.
‘These shared experiences...This bond,’ she said breathlessly.‘Do you think...Do you think it makes us—’
His knuckle trailed down the centre of her.‘Makes us what, Embers?’he said, voice low.
His touch was agonizingly light, barely a whisper, but fanning the flames of her need into an inferno.
‘More in tune with one another?’she rasped.
Torj’s fingers slid through the wetness between her legs and plunged inside her.‘Shall we find out?’
Wren moaned, loud enough that the sparrows in the trees fled from their branches.
Torj laughed, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit as he fucked her with his fingers.‘Good thing no one’s around to hear you screaming my name.’
