Her eyes flutter and she nods, hips tilting to take more of me. I sink deeper, slow and steady, until I’m fully seated inside her. We both groan. She feels perfect, hot and slick around me.
I stay still, letting her adjust, kissing her neck and whispering how good she feels, how beautiful she is, how I have wanted this since the moment I saw her. After a minute she moves experimentally, a small roll of her hips. Pleasure shoots up my spine.
“That’s my girl,” I praise. I start to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper as she meets me. Her hands clutch my shoulders, nails digging in. I keep the pace steady, grinding against her with every stroke so her clit gets friction. Her moans turn into softcries. I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb, feeling her tighten around me.
“Come again for me,” I tell her, voice husky. “I want to feel it.”
She does, clenching hard around my cock as another orgasm washes over her. The sight and feel of her coming pushes me close to the edge. I thrust a few more times, deep and controlled, then bury my face in her neck as I follow her over. Pleasure crashes through me, long and intense, leaving me shaking.
I stay inside her while we both catch our breath, kissing her softly, stroking her hair, telling her how perfect she was. When I finally pull out I dispose of the condom and pull her into my arms, tucking the quilt around us both.
She curls against my chest, sleepy and sated. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “No thanks needed, baby girl. You’re mine now. And I take care of what’s mine.”
The energy in my veins finally settles into something warmer, deeper. She’s safe in my bed. In my arms. And tomorrow we’ll deal with Magnus and the rest of the world. Tonight there’s only this. Only us.
NINE
SADIE
Sunlight filters softly through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the bed. I wake slowly, cocooned in heat and the steady rhythm of Thorne’s breathing. His arm lies heavy across my waist, one large hand splayed possessively over my stomach. My back presses flush against his chest, skin to skin, and the solid length of his body curves around mine like a shield. I have never woken up like this. Never felt so completely held.
I shift a little, testing the ache between my legs. There is a pleasant soreness, a reminder of last night, of the way he took his time and made my first time something gentle and overwhelming all at once. Heat blooms in my cheeks at the memory. Thorne stirs behind me, his breath brushing the nape of my neck.
“Morning, baby girl,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. His hand tightens slightly on my belly. “You sore?”
I nod against the pillow. “A little. But it feels good.”
He presses a slow kiss just below my ear. “Good. Means you remember who you belong to now.” He rolls away for a moment,the mattress dipping, then returns. “Stay right here. I’m going to run you a hot bath. It’ll help with the soreness.”
I watch him rise, completely naked, muscles shifting under tanned skin as he crosses the room. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, powerful thighs. The sight makes my mouth go dry. He disappears into the bathroom and I hear the rush of water filling the tub. Steam begins to drift through the open doorway.
A few minutes later he returns and scoops me up without warning, quilt and all. I let out a surprised laugh as he carries me into the bathroom. The tub is large, already half full, and the air smells faintly of something clean and woodsy. He sets me on the edge, peels the quilt away, and helps me step in. The water is the perfect temperature, hot enough to sink into my muscles but not enough to burn.
Thorne kneels beside the tub. He takes a soft cloth, wets it, and begins washing me with careful strokes. He starts at my shoulders, sliding the cloth down my arms, then across my collarbone. His touch is gentle yet sure. When he reaches my breasts he lingers, circling each nipple until they tighten under the warm fabric. I bite my lip, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
“Lean back,” he says quietly.
I do, resting my head against the cool edge of the tub. He washes my stomach, my hips, then slips the cloth between my thighs. The pressure is light but deliberate, cleaning me while also teasing. I gasp softly when the cloth brushes my sensitive clit.
“Easy,” he murmurs. “Just taking care of my girl.”
He rinses me thoroughly, then stands and strips off the towel he had wrapped around his waist. His cock is already hard, thickand heavy. He steps into the tub behind me, lowering himself so I sit nestled between his spread thighs. His chest presses to my back, arms coming around me to pull me closer. Water sloshes gently as he settles.
I lean into him, feeling the hard length of him nestled against my lower back. His hands roam over my wet skin, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. One hand slides down between my legs, fingers stroking me open again.
“You feel that?” he asks, voice low against my ear. “So soft and slick already. Your little pussy is greedy for Daddy, isn’t it?”
The word hits me like a spark. No one has ever spoken to me like this. The rough, possessive tone sends a shiver through me even though the water is hot. I nod, unable to form words.
“Tell me,” he prompts, circling my clit with two fingers. “Tell Daddy how much you want it.”
“I want it,” I whisper, voice trembling. “I want you.”
He makes a pleased sound and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “Good girl. You’re going to take my cock again. Nice and slow in this tub until you’re shaking and coming all over me.”
He lifts me slightly, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I feel the blunt pressure, then the slow, inexorable stretch as he lowers me onto him. The water makes everything slicker. I moan as he fills me, the angle different, deeper. He holds me steady, one arm banded across my chest, the other guiding my hips.
