24. Breya

TWENTY-FOUR

brEYA

W hen they reached the castle, they barely made it to the bedroom door before Thorne slid his hands under her clothes. His hands were warm and insistent as he pulled her shirt over her head. The edge of the mattress hit her knees as he laid her back, bringing his mouth to her exposed skin.

He pressed heated kisses and nips across the plane of her stomach, stopping at the swell of her breast. He palmed one, sliding his hand around it and shaping it with an intention so explicit it stole Breya's breath.

The cool fabric of his silk shirt brushed against her sensitized skin, his broad chest pressing into her as he bent over, the edges of their closeness blurring. Breya could feel his warm breath wafting over her skin, making her ache with an untamed desire.

He discarded his clothes in a quick, fluid motion and hovered above her once more. The golden glow of the dancing firelight added an ethereal beauty to his muscled torso and highlighted each line and ridge of his powerful body. His gaze was an aching promise. Breya's breath hitched.

His fingers traced the tender curve of her breast and without warning, he took one hardened nipple into his mouth. The fervor in his actions made Breya's every nerve ending spark life beneath him. His tongue swirled around it in sinful circles, igniting a heat within her that began to consume all thought and reason.

The sensation was intense. It felt like all Breya's senses were being drawn into that one point of contact. Her fingers dug into the firm expanse of his bicep, anchoring her while also pulling him closer, silently begging for more of this intoxicating torture.

He switched to the other side, maintaining a rhythm that had Breya writhing beneath him.

His tongue traced a languid circle around its peak, causing a jolt of pleasure to ripple through her. Her fingers wound through his hair, urging him closer, deeper, into the heart of her desire.

He obliged, replacing his hand with his mouth and freeing the other breast from its lace confinement. The sensation of his warm tongue was replaced with the cool castle air hitting her heated skin. She wiggled beneath him, her legs tangling with his in a desperate bid to bring him closer.

His heated gaze seemed to scorch every inch of exposed skin, making her burn with desire. His mouth followed where his eyes had ventured - kissing, biting, tasting - until every part of Breya was branded by his touch. His lips traveled lower, trailing a path of goose bumps and sharp intakes of breath down her belly and onto her thighs.

She traced her fingers over the sinewed planes of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her palm. His breath hitched when her hands ventured lower. She could feel the heat radiating off him, an almost palpable force that left her yearning for more.

Thorne watched with half-lidded eyes, smoky with desire. His hand captured Breya's, guiding it further down. His body shook lightly under her touch as she brushed against his hardness, a low growl rumbling in his throat. The sound sent a pulse of anticipation through her.

She moved down and nuzzled against his belly, pressing a hot kiss against the smooth skin. A gasp left his lips as she took his member in her hand. It was hot and hard, pulsing with need.

Slowly, teasingly, she ran her fingers up and down its length, exploring every ridge and vein. Thorne's breath hitched when she reached its tip, running her thumb over the sensitive spot there.

She wrapped her fingers around him and felt him stiffen at the touch. Thorne groaned lowly, an animalistic sound that echoed off the stone walls. She began moving her hand up and down in rhythm, slow and steady, then fast and erratic as the tension wound tighter.

His hips bucked involuntarily into her touch as she teased him. He caught her wrist and thrust into her hand, letting out a moan.

He reached for her then, pulling her up to his chest. His mouth met hers in a searing kiss as he pulled her body down onto him, groaning as her wet flesh gripped around his shaft.

Her bare skin was set aflame where it touched his heated flesh. His fingers traced flaming trails over her curves as their tongues tangled passionately.

Thorne rolled over until she was underneath him again. He trailed kisses from her lips down to her neck and collar, slowly rocking his hips into her.

His large hands slid down her sides and gripped her hips, guiding them to match his rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Thorne quickened his pace, thrusting hard and unyielding as he drove deeper. Breya cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, pleasure ricocheting inside her like a lightning bolt.

His hand snaked between them, digits finding her pulsating core. He traced light circles against her, the barely-there contact driving her to madness.

"Thorne." She gasped out his name as a plea, desperate for release.

He complied immediately, fingers picking up speed as he worked her into a frenzy.

Her world shattered as she came undone beneath him, waves of ecstasy washing over her in one intense burst after another. Her nails dug into his back as she rode out the high, her body jerking uncontrollably against his.

His eyes, once full of that wicked glint, now held nothing but raw hunger. He grunted as he moved within her.

His fingers dug into her hips as he leaned down to press his lips against hers again, swallowing her moans and cries. His taste was intoxicating, sending her senses spiraling out of control.

Suddenly, Thorne stilled above her, his breaths ragged, his eyes hazy with pleasure. He drew back only to plunge into her once more with such force, it sapped the breath from Breya's lungs. She felt him pulsate within her as he spilled with a strangled cry, clawing at her hip and marking her as he came.

The pain was brief, and Breya knew that it meant she would forever bear his mark on her hip. Everyone who saw it would know she was his mate. There would be no question of where she belonged.

The idea flooded her with warmth, soothing the initial sting of the action.

Exhausted but satisfied, Thorne collapsed onto Breya. His heart hammering against his ribcage mirrored the rhythm of her own racing pulse. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and breathed deeply.

"Are you in pain?" he murmured seriously. "I tried to be gentle."

"I'm fine," she replied, stroking his hair with her free hand. "I'm yours."