The bond surged like a tide crashing over them both. She felt his desire, his restraint fraying, his body straining as if he were physically beside her, his muscles taut, his jaw clenched.
“Touch yourself,”he whispered.“I want to feel what you feel when you do. Guide me.”
She did, tentatively at first. One hand slipped lower, and he waswith her, moaning in her mind as if her hands were his own.
“That’s it,”he growled.“Let me hear that sound you make. Gods, you’re perfect.”
A wave of heat tore through her, and she cried out his name, not with shame, but with power.
Across the academy, Thorne collapsed back into his bed, sweat clinging to his skin, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.
“I need you,”he whispered aloud into the empty room.“And I’ll have you. When you’re ready, I won’t hold back.”
“I want more,”she said.
“Tell me then,”he growled in her mind.“Say what you want.”
“Touch me more, kiss me.”
“Where do you want it?”he pressed, voice raw.
“All over.”
“You are a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”he growled slowly. "Tell me where. I like this little game.”
“Are you seriously going to make me say it?”
“Yes. I want your every desire met. I want to worship that beautiful body of yours.”
His mouth ghosting down her neck, his fingers brushing along her ribs, trailing over the swell of her breasts. She arched into the feeling, her skin pebbling under his hands. Her hands moved without thinking, mirroring his imagined touch, trailing down her own body as though to guide him.
“Touch me harder. Kiss me. Taste me,”she demanded.
“Where?”he pressed, voice raw.
She trembled with desire.“Between my thighs. Gods, Thorne, please!”
A groan rumbled through the bond, deep and low, and she felt it like thunder in her belly.“I want to devour you,”he said.“To know how you sound when you break apart with my name in your mouth.”
His fingers slip between her thighs, and he began to touch, tease, and stroke her slickened core. She was unraveling. Her hips lifted to meet the pressure of his hand. Her fingers fisted the blankets. Her body shook with the power of the pleasure rising.
“You feel like fire,”he murmured.“Like the storm we started.”
Her cry was barely contained.“I want even more, now, Thorne.”
“You ARE such a greedy girl,”he growled.
His head slipped between her thighs. His tongue teased her all over her thighs and between her legs, but didn’t touch her where she wanted the most.“Is there anything else you want?”
She was completely panting and in need at this point.“Yes, I want you to make me scream your name with pleasure.”
He smiled and lowered his head. He finally stroked her softly with his tongue in between her legs, where he knew she wanted it. She groaned out with pleasure. He began with more pressure and a series of sucking, licking, and swirling. Her pleasure grew and grew.
“You’re so soft and so fucking hot, Thaeyln. You feel like fire,”he murmured.
“Thorne–”Her voice cracked with want.
His breath came ragged across the bond. He felt her curves in his mind, the shape of her, the weight of her in his hands, the grinding of her hips pressed to his face, the way her back arched as she began to give herself to the storm they’d conjured together.
