My restraint crumbles at her words.
I want it, Thorne.
“Good girl.” I grip her waist, pinning her to the mattress. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.”
With a deep growl, I snap my hips. Fast.
“Oh!”
Aria lets out a whimper as I drive into her.
Claiming her.
Fucking her.
Something feral thrums through me as I listen to her cries, the wet slap of skin as our bodies meet. Her face is flushed, hands clawing at my back as I stuff her full of my cock.
“You’re mine, Aria.”
“Yes…yes?—”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she sobs. “I’m yours. Please, please…”
“Please what, princess?”
“Please don’t stop.”
It drives me crazy seeing her like this. Naked in my bed with my cock buried inside her as she begs for more.
“Look at me,” I say.
Our eyes lock, the intensity sucking the breath from my lungs. Aria breaks first. She looks away. Swallowing a groan, I force myself to stop moving.
“Thorne,” she whines, bucking her hips against me, desperate for more friction.
But I stay still.
“Look at me.”
She does as I say, meeting my gaze once more. I lean in until our faces are almost touching.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me when I fuck you, princess. Understand?”
“I understand.” Her big brown eyes blink up at me, wide and doe-like.
“No looking away unless I say so.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Good girl.”
I plant a soft kiss on her mouth, keeping my face close to hers as I start to move again. Aria keeps her eyes on mine, her breath warm against my lips as she moans.
“That’s it, baby.”
I pick up the pace. The louder Aria gets, the faster I move, her cries spurring me on. I want to see how much this angel can take.
