Chapter 219: Always
The cabin is quiet, save for the gentle chirping of birds outside and the occasional creak of wood settling in the early morning. The scent of rain from the night before lingers in the air, mixing with something deeper—something unmistakably us. The remnants of our time together. Sweat, desire, heat, Thorne.
I sigh, stretching my aching limbs as I pour myself a glass of water. My throat is dry, my body exhausted, and I can barely feel my legs. Even standing here in the kitchen feels like an accomplishment.
The morning is quiet, almost peaceful, but my body hums with an ache that’s impossible to ignore.I don’t even know how long it’s been.
I take a slow sip of water, trying not to focus on the dull incredible soreness that pulses through me, a constant reminder of the past few days.
Thorne’s voice breaks the silence, raspy and amused.
"I can’t get hard anymore."
I almost choke on my water. Glancing up, I find my husband standing in the doorway, he’s shirtless, his damp hair still clinging to his forehead, drops of water trailing down the ridges of his torso. He must have just bathed, though the way he leans lazily against the doorway, arms crossed, his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, tells me he’s been watching me for a while.
My heart stutters.He’s so handsome it’s unfair.
"I know," I sigh dramatically, resting my forehead on the rim of the cup before taking another sip. "I can barely feel my lower half."
Thorne chuckles, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Gods, he’s beautiful. The smile on his lips is fond, satisfied, lazy, like a man completely at ease after days of thorough indulgence.
"I never thought I’d say this," he admits, grinning. "But I think we’ve had too much sex."