6. Thorne

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THORNE

B reya's cries echoed into the night air, her thighs clenching around him as his tongue stroked her into a damp, writhing mess. A growl rumbled through Thorne's chest as he tasted her arousal on his tongue.

His hands gripped her thighs, keeping them spread as she rocked her hips against his tongue flat against her sweet flesh. He held her body as she rode out the dissipating waves of her orgasm before looking up into her hooded eyes and parted lips.

She looked mesmerizing in the light of the gardens, and Thorne was ravenous for more of her. He undid his pants and brought her down to him, groaning as her warm flesh brushed against the head of his cock. She whimpered, rocking forward and sliding her slick folds along his shaft.

Thorne could feel the tightening low in his groin, desperate to bury himself inside her. Wrapping a hand behind her neck, he brought her down and kissed her, burying his tongue against hers.

As the kiss deepened, their bodies moved against each other. He slid his hands up her sides, relishing the curves of her body. Then he peeled away the rest of her clothes, wanting to feel her against him.

As the last vestiges of her clothing fell away, Breya shivered in all her bare beauty. She was a breathtaking vision under the luminescent glow of the garden's silver moon, skin gleaming with a sheen of arousal, hair cascading over her shoulders.

The curve of her hips seemed to have been sculpted by a divine hand. Her breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, nipples standing erect in the cool night air.

Thorne could barely restrain himself. His cock throbbed against her belly, waiting impatiently for precious access into her depths.

Their bodies pressed together, hot and sweaty against the backdrop of the cool night breeze. His fingers roamed across the vast expanse of her bare back, tracing down her hip bone to find their resting place on the swell of her bottom. He kneaded the soft flesh under his fingers, drinking up every breathy moan that escaped Breya's parted lips.

His eyes devoured the sight of her, naked and needy beneath him as he guided his throbbing cock to her waiting entrance. Her body tensed as he pushed through slowly, groaning at the warm tightness that consumed him inch by inch. Her breath caught in her throat as she arched up against him, tiny whimpers escaping as she adjusted to his size.

He paused at her entrance, foreheads touching as they gasped for air. Thorne could feel every beat of his heart against hers, two rhythms forging an intoxicating melody in unison.

Slowly, he pushed his hips forward, entering her further as her body expanded to accommodate him. Her nails clawed at his back, and a low, sultry moan escaped her lips as a shiver ran through her. She was breathtakingly beautiful to Thorne, a vision of heaven in the moonlight.

He held her tightly against him as he began to thrust into her with a deep, steady rhythm. Breya responded with gasps and mewling sounds, making the sweetest symphony to the king's ears. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his entire focus narrowed to the enticing sensation of her warm flesh around him.

Every touch, every gasp, every pulse of their bodies together was an exquisite agony that Thorne never wanted to end. The garden around them became a mere blur, the world existing only within the confines of their tangled bodies.

Her hips moved in sync with his, each thrust meeting him with growing urgency. She arched beneath him, baring more of herself. With every arch of her hips, her walls closed around his cock, driving his hips forward as he gripped her waist for purchase.

"Yes, Thorne," she whimpered, her voice a sweet melody that sent chills down his spine and made his lion purr in delight.

He held himself steady with one hand as the other slipped between them, caressing her gently. Her body jolted in response as she cried out his name, a plea and affirmation tangled in one breathy gasp. He could feel her trembling beneath him, the anticipation building within them both.

Control was slipping from Thorne's grasp as his thrusts turned erratic. The sensual rhythm was quickly giving way to something wilder, something raw and primal. Tension coiled inside like a tight spring, ready to snap at any moment.

The sight of Breya writhing beneath him, her face a mask of pleasure, was making it difficult to control himself. He wanted to see her fall apart - witness that moment of pure ecstasy reflected in her eyes.

Without breaking their rhythm, he repositioned so she straddled him, her eyes shimmering with arousal as she took control. She rocked her hips against his, creating a delicious friction that had the king gritting his teeth to hold back the impending climax. His hands traced along her sides, thumbs brushing against the hardened peaks of her breasts before gliding down to grip her hips.

"Thorne," she gasped out. Her petite form quivered above him as she neared her climax. Her inner muscles clenched around his throbbing length as she threw her head back in ecstasy. The sight was enough to make his control waver, but he held onto it with sheer determination.

A growl of pure need tore from his throat as he gripped her tighter. With each thrust, the king buried himself deeper inside her, cherishing the way her body welcomed him. Every pulse of pleasure was amplified by the way she moaned his name.

Her heart pounded wildly under Thorne's touch, mirroring the powerful drumming in his own chest. The scent of roses filled the air around them, mixed with the intoxicating musk of their bodies intertwined.

Feeling her teeter on the edge, he reached between them and circled her clit. His sensitive shifter nose could smell her satisfaction.

"Ah...Thorne," she cried into his mouth, her voice trembling with the weight of her impending climax. He quickened his pace, thumb pressing harder into her sensitive nub while the other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place as he drove into her relentlessly. Her walls tightened around him, pulsing rhythmically, and pulling him deeper and deeper inside.

His gaze was riveted at the sight of Breya quivering above him. Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and lips parted slightly as she gasped for breath. Sweat beaded down her body, catching the soft glow of the moonlight, and making her skin glisten like diamonds. The sight was mesmerizing. Thorne thought she looked like a goddess illuminated by celestial light.

He felt the rush of ecstasy building as well, an inevitable tide threatening to crash and sweep them both away. But he held on just a moment longer, focused solely on Breya's pleasure. He angled himself deeper within her, hitting a spot that made a keening sound tumble from her lips.

"Thorne… I'm…" Breya whimpered, her body writhing in time with his thrusts.

"I know," the king growled, the words nearly swallowed by the tension coursing through him. "Go on… let go."

And she did. With a wordless cry, Breya abandoned herself to pleasure's grip. Her body tensed around Thorne's, convulsing wildly as waves of ecstasy rolled over her. As he watched her unravel above him, beautiful and vulnerable, the dam holding back his own climax broke.

With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her, releasing a primal roar that echoed across the vast space. Waves of pleasure washed over him, each one stronger than the last as he reached his climax alongside hers.

The king wasn't finished with her, though. As she panted against him, breath mingling and hearts beating wildly, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his quarters in the castle.