Page 37 of Thorns & Fire
Feet to calves.
Thigh between thighs.
Her stomach to his side.
Her breasts to his chest.
Her hand resting over his ruined heart.
His hand on hers.
His arm curling beneath her, palm spread across the small of her back.
And her damp hair splayed across his shoulder.
Furies save me, he thought, staring up at the lantern he’d hung above.
He noticed immediately when Wren’s breathing changed, her breasts rising and falling against him.
Small mercies, she was asleep.
The feel of her was addictive, so soft and warm against the hard planes of his body.He tried with all his might to keep himself leashed, but when her hands started roaming across his skin, he couldn’t contain himself a moment longer.
‘Fuck...’he groaned as her fingers traced over his nipples, and down to his navel.Another low, carnal sound escaped him as her lips pressed against the column of his throat and finally captured his mouth.
Wren’s kiss felt like coming home.
Warm, wet, and wild.
Spearing his fingers through her hair, he took control, nipping at her lower lip, demanding entry.She opened for him and his tongue brushed hers, coaxing a whimper of need from her.
Gods, that sound would be the end of him.
He rolled her onto her back, not breaking their feverish kiss, but giving him access to her naked body beneath the blanket.He let his fingers trail down her neck and sternum.Wren arched andtwisted, pushing her breast into his palm, her nipple hard beneath his touch.
‘Torj,’ she murmured into their kiss, rocking and grinding against the hard length of him until stars dotted his vision.
He circled her nipple with a featherlight, teasing touch, before he pinched hard, eliciting a gasp from her.
‘Are you wet for me, Embers?’he practically growled, revelling in the way her body writhed for him, seeking the pleasure he promised.
‘Yes,’ she breathed.
‘Show me,’ he demanded.
The blanket shifted as Wren reached between her legs, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as she touched herself.
Torj was captivated, and had never been more aroused in his whole fucking life.Until her hand appeared above the blanket, her fingers glistening with her need.
With a moan rumbling through his chest, Torj snatched her wrist and brought those wet fingers to his mouth.Drunk on the taste of her, he licked them clean.But he was done playing with her.He braced himself over her, and Wren’s legs fell open for him, allowing his cock to slide through her desire, coating him.
‘Is this all for me?’he murmured, settling himself at her entrance.
‘Yes...’she gasped, tilting her hips for him.‘Please...’
Torj slid his length over her clit, relishing how she bucked for more beneath him.She was so wet, so ready for him.
Her hands gripped his backside, hard enough that her fingernails dug into his flesh, the sting only adding to the sensation of being right on the edge of sliding home.
