Page 28 of Hell's Storm

I can’t even think about it much anymore, so I say, “Yours, Thorne.”

He slams himself into me, hitting that beautiful spot inside of me. “Again. Whose dick is about to make you come?”

“Yours! Please! Please don’t stop!” My head is swirling, my body writhing underneath him. The pleasure is so overwhelming, making my core tighten.

“Just like that, baby. Keep your pussy that fucking tight.”

I glance up to see his eyes close, and his breathing becomes heavy. “Make me come, Thorne.”

His jaw tightens. “I shouldn’t—”

“Please. Please,” I beg, lifting my chin and feeling my body stiffen. I am so close, teetering on the edge of my orgasm.

His eyes open, and he slams into me, filling me with his hot cum. Finally, he drops his head and sinks his teeth right into the tender soft skin of my neck. I feel the blood slowly run down and Thornes hot wet tongue lap and lash.

The sharp pain sends me over the edge. I dig my nails into his shoulders and cry out over and over until I finally shatter. His thrusting slows as he removes his fangs from my neck.

I lay beside him, barely wanting to move to get up. Flings like this with Thorne never last long unless I visit him for a day at his little country mansion on Earth. This always felt like it was purely sex to get my fix. Staring at the ceiling and the gorgeous, black chandler in the room reminds me of my first time there. My daydream is cut short when he talks. “Are you okay? Who made you cry this time?” He asks.

I roll my eyes. “Thorne, wasn’t this just a booty call?”

He snorts. “Is that why you think I called you from that horrible dungeon?”

I sit up, pressing the blankets against my bare chest. “Yes. That’s all this is to you.”

Thorne rolls his blood-red eyes. “No. No. I wanted to talk. You haven’t tried to contact me since you left. You blocked me until that pink-haired guy took away your magic, and that spell was gone.”

Shrugging, I plop back down. “Been busy.”

“You can’t just block people in real life and think you can get away with it.”

I give a shrug because that’s precisely what I did.

“And… I heard the news.”

My eyes look at everything but him. The chandler, the fancy dressers, and trinkets he got from all over the world from different eras.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” he whispers, moving closer to my side.

Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply. He smells amazing. Smokey, somewhat sweet, and a little like old books. His cologne is probably expensive, and he knows which one I like. “Thorne, don’t pretend to care.”

He sucks on his fangs. “Come on. You know I care about you.”

“Do you?” I look at him, cocking a brow.

He licks his lips. “She meant nothing. You’re allowed to move on, but I’m not? What about that lightning hound, the fire one? Oh, even that fae royal? You get to have everyone and then some, and I can’t.”

“You rejected me!” I snap. “You left me!”

He is dumbfounded by my rage because he holds up his hands in defense. “Calm down.”

“Calm down?! Men are so pissed that I am dating and loving all these people while I’m fucking pissed Fenric got fucking murdered, and I had to watch it!”

Thorne blinks. “Asura, dear. I’m so sorry.” He pulls me into a hug before I can deny it. “I can’t even imagine how you feel. Mainly because my brother can’t fucking die but deserves to. Fen didn’t deserve that.”

My legs shake as I try to calm myself down. But I can’t. I’m constantly reminded that I am alive, but even I don’t deserve to be. I hurt my family and friends when I left. I isolated myself, and it should have stayed that way.

He smooths a piece of hair behind my ear. “It’s going to be okay.”

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