Chapter 202: Own home
Thorne’s hand crawls up my thigh at an agonizingly slow pace, his fingers grazing my skin just enough to leave a trail of heat in their wake. My breath hitches, and I can feel the rising warmth spreading through my body like wildfire.
"Isn’t this exactly why we’ve been drinking that horrible tasting liquid?" he teases, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down my spine. "To get your husband all revved up like this?"
I narrow my eyes at him, though my body betrays me with its growing anticipation. "It’s supposed to help synchronize your rut and my heat, Thorne," I say softly, barely able to keep my voice steady.
"Well," he murmurs, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips, "I think I’m in a rut right now."
Before I can respond, he chuckles and effortlessly lifts me until I’m straddling him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I feel his strength beneath me, his hands gripping my hips with just enough pressure to make me feel completely at his mercy.
I glare at him, though my flushed cheeks and racing heartbeat likely betray any attempt at sternness. "You can’t just throw me around like that," I protest weakly.
Thorne smirks, tilting his head slightly as he leans closer, his breath warm against my skin. "I can and I will," he says, his voice dripping with confidence. "You’re mine. You’ve always been mine."
My pulse quickens as his hands slide from my hips to my lower back, pulling me even closer until there’s not an inch of space between us. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, and I can feel the rumble of his chest as he whispers, "Let me show you how much I missed you."
His words, his touch, the way his blue eyes darken with desire—it’s all too much. My resolve crumbles, and I melt into him, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck as I press my forehead against his.