Chapter 104: I Want You, Today

Thorne closed the distance in one stride. His hand found the back of Dove’s neck, fingers threading into the hair at her nape, and he pulled her to him. No hesitation. No gentle easing in. His mouth crashed against hers, and the cot groaned under them as her back hit the thin mattress.

She kissed him back. Fierce. Unafraid. Her teeth caught his bottom lip and bit down not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to mean something. To mean I’m choosing this.

Thorne pulled back just enough to look at her. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips parted and flushed from the pressure of his mouth, and she was staring up at him with something that wasn’t uncertainty anymore. It was hunger.

"I want you to do me today," she said.

Her voice was quieter than he expected. Almost breathless. But the color rising in her cheeks that was unmistakable. She blushed, and the warmth of it bloomed across her collarbones, down her chest, and he could feel it radiating against his skin where their bodies pressed together.

"Are you sure?" he heard himself ask. The words came out rougher than he meant them to. His throat was tight. He didn’t let go of her. Couldn’t.

She looked up at him, and the corners of her mouth curved. Not a smile, exactly. Something sharper. Something that made the blood in his veins run hot.

"Yes," she said. "I want a bad boy, not a good boy tonight."

He stopped breathing. The world narrowed. Every thought that wasn’t her the door, the man on the other side of it, dissolved into static.

His hands moved. He pulled the fabric from her shoulders, slow, deliberate, stripping her in layers the way someone unwraps something sacred. The first layer slid away, and her skin emerged beneath his palms warm, soft, trembling with something that made his chest ache. He traced his fingers over her shoulders, down her arms, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

He started at her neck. His lips pressed against the pulse point beneath her jaw, and he felt her heartbeat stutter against his mouth. He kissed her throat, long and slow, dragging his lips across the warmth of her skin, tasting salt and something faintly sweet soap, maybe, or just her. He moved lower, pressing his mouth to the hollow of her throat, feeling her swallow against him.

Her collarbone next. He traced the ridge of it with his tongue, following the curve of bone beneath skin, and she let out a breath that shuddered out of her like something breaking loose. He kissed the dip between her collarbones, then lower, lower, until his mouth found the swell of her chest.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, weighing them, squeezing gently, and she arched into his palms with a sound a moan, low and unguarded, that vibrated through his fingers. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to one nipple, drawing it in, sucking slow and deep, feeling it tighten against his tongue. He licked across it, and her hand came up and fisted in his hair, gripping tight.

"Thorne-ah haah-"

His name broke apart in her mouth. He growled, low in his chest, a sound that was more vibration than noise, something between a purr and a groan. He turned to her other breast, gave it the same attention his mouth hot and wet, tongue circling, sucking, his teeth grazing just enough to make her hips roll against him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair. She pushed, not gently, guiding him lower, and he went. He dragged his mouth down her ribcage, kissing each ridge, licking the skin between, tasting the thin sheen of sweat that had started to form on her. He traced the line of her waist with his tongue, dipping into the hollow of her stomach, and she shuddered beneath him, her breath coming faster now.

He moved lower. Across the plane of her stomach, his lips brushing over the soft skin below her navel, and her hips lifted toward him an involuntary motion, her body asking for something her mouth hadn’t found words for yet.

He settled between her thighs. She was bare now, stripped entirely, and he looked at her really looked and something primal tightened in his gut.

He started slowly. His lips pressed against the inside of her thigh, soft at first, then open-mouthed, wet, dragging heat across her skin. He moved toward her center but stopped just short, kissing the crease where her thigh met her body, then the other side, his breath hot against her but not touching her where she needed it most.

She whimpered. Her fingers were still in his hair, and she tightened her grip, trying to pull him where she wanted him.

He gave in. His mouth found her, and he kissed her open-mouthed, wet, reverent against the outer folds, licking slowly along the edge, tasting her. He nibbled at the skin, just enough pressure to make her gasp, then dragged his tongue along the outside, mapping her with his mouth.

Then he found her clit. He sucked it gently between his lips, and her whole body seized. Her back arched off the cot, her breath catching in her throat, and he pressed his tongue against it flat, firm, slow and licked.

"God! Thorne..."

He worked her with his mouth, alternating suction and pressure, his tongue circling and flicking, and she was shaking, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. He felt her building felt it in the way her muscles tightened, the way her breath went ragged, the way her fingers in his hair stopped pulling and just held on.

She broke. Her orgasm hit like a wave, and he felt it felt her clench and release, felt the rush of warmth against his tongue, and she came, slick and hot, into his mouth. He didn’t pull away.

Thorne drank her in, his tongue still moving, slower now, working her through it as she shuddered and gasped.

Dove was breathing hard, chest rising and falling, and she hadn’t even come down yet and he didn’t give her the chance.

He pressed his mouth against her again, and this time his tongue slid inside. He fucked her with it, pushing deep, curling, finding the spots that made her legs shake. She was drenched — wet and swollen from her orgasm, and he pressed deeper, his tongue thrusting in a rhythm that made her sob.