Her name is fire in my mouth.
“Thorne,” she responds, instantly, bravely.
“Now, it happens now,” I grunt and nudge her thighs apart wider.
The moment I drive into her, fully, finally, the world fractures.
I flex my hips and she takes me—all of me—her body so hot and tight and impossibly welcoming.
The sensation detonates through my spine, a scorching rush that steals the breath from my lungs and sets my blood alight.
Flame answers flame.
Pleasure licks over my skin in waves so fierce I nearly lose my footing.
I burn for her—there is no other truth now.
Her face is a storm of sensation. Wonder. Shock. Want.
Those wide, luminous brown eyes lock onto mine, and for a heartbeat I swear I could drown there—sink gladly into whatever she is becoming beneath me.
I move again.
Once.
Twice.
Then restraint shatters.
I thrust into her on pure instinct, need overriding thought as her body grips me like she was made to hold fire.
She clutches at me, nails digging in, and the sound she makes—low and broken—unravels something ancient in my chest.
She’s so tight, so responsive, that I haul her closer, lifting her almost entirely from the bed as I drive into her again and again, the rhythm relentless, consuming.
“Close,” she moans.
The word is a gift.
Pride surges through me, wild and feral, and a low, rough sound tears from my throat before I can stop it.
Pleasure crests so sharply it borders on pain, but I welcome it—need it—as I roll my hips, grinding deep, finding that perfect place that makes her cry out.
Every movement draws us tighter together. Every measured slide binds more than flesh—it aligns our hearts, our breath, our very essence.
I grip her hips, my hands roaming the soft, powerful curves of her body with reckless devotion.
Mine.
She is mine.
I quicken, driving into her in a hard, demanding rhythm, the bed creaking beneath us, the air thick with heat and breath and the crackle of barely restrained magic.
“Now!” she cries.
The sound breaks me.
I surge forward, claim her in the only way my kind knows—my Demon’s fangs sinking into the soft flesh at her shoulder, biting deep, drawing her warmth into me.
