Chapter 213: Mating [M]
I suddenly find myself flipped, my back hitting the soft sheets as Thorne’s large hands grip my waist, guiding me until I’m straddling him. I blink down at him, ready to glare, but the intensity in his eyes stops me short.
He’s staring at me like I hung the moon, as if I’m the most divine thing to ever exist, and for a moment, I just soak in the way he looks at me. His blue eyes are deep and heated, swirling with hunger, awe, and something so devastatingly soft that it makes my chest ache.
Slowly, I sit up, shifting so that my hands rest on his firm stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my palms. I spread my legs wider, settling on either side of him, my thighs framing his hips. His hands trail from my waist down to my thighs, gripping them like he’s grounding himself in reality—as if he still can’t believe I’m real.
Thorne’s eyes darken with something raw. I swear I can see stars in them. He always gets like this when I’m on top—like I’m the most breathtaking thing in the universe, the only thing worth looking at. And for him, I probably am.
A few strands of my hair fall into my face, tickling my cheeks. I absently run my fingers through the long locks, pushing them back behind my ears. Sometimes I wonder if I should just cut it all off, but the second that thought crosses my mind, Thorne is already sitting up, reaching out, twining his fingers through a few stray strands.
I knew it. He’s obsessed with my hair.
"I would miss this," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing,as if I’m currently not infront of him.
I smile, leaning into his touch. His fingers trail down my cheek before he lies back down, his hands returning to grip my thighs possessively.
"You’re so perfect," he says, voice reverent.
A soft laugh escapes me. "Oh, so I’ve heard," I tease, dragging my fingers down his chest, tracing the hard ridges of muscle beneath my touch. His stomach tenses beneath my palms, his jaw clenching.
I shift my hips slightly, feeling the unmistakable heat and hardness pressing against me. A delicious shiver runs down my spine, pooling at my core.