ログインHer head tilts back, her eyes flutter shut, and a low, throaty moan slips past her lips.
Fuck.
The sound punches through me, sending heat straight to my cock. Her head rolls forward, and when those half-lidded eyes meet mine, she smiles. Not just any smile, a real one.
Bright, genuine, and so damn beautiful it damn near br
The sound of her begging, the way her voice cracks with raw desperation, sends a jolt of lust straight to my cock. I press the tip of my finger against her soaked entrance, teasing her, just enough to feel the heat of her.Her thighs clench around my hand, trembling, and then she unravels.A broken cry rips from her throat as her release tears through her, her body convulsing against me. Her arousal drenches my hand, soaking me as she shatters in my arms.t’s fucking glorious, watching her like this, undone, lost in the pleasure I’ve wrung from her.My cock strains and pulses painfully against the fabric of my cargos. The way she comes apart for me, the sight of her undone, has me damn near coming in my pants.Every instinct demands I bury myself inside her, claim her completely, but I hold back. Barely.“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice thick with lust. “Such a good fucking girl.”She mewls softly, her
Her legs give, trembling as her body sags against mine, but I don’t let her fall.My grip on her throat tightens just enough to pin her, the other hand never faltering as it pulls her apart, piece by beautiful piece.“Don’t stop” she whispers, her voice cracked, broken. “I can’t… It’s too much, Thorne.”“Never” My voice thick with hunger “You’re mine, Maci,”I growl into her skin. “Say it.”Her legs tremble, her nails clawing at my shoulders as her body arches into me.“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice cracking under the weight of her surrender. I know she’s close. So fucking close.Fuck. The words tear through me, obliterating any restraint.“That’s right.” My voice is a guttural snarl as I increase the pressure on her clit, pushing her higher and higher, circling with devastating precision. “Come for me again. Let me feel it.”Her thighs clench around my hand, her body arching as another broken cry rips from her throat. Her second release crashes over her like a tidal wave, soaki
Her breath comes fast, shallow, her chest heaving. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and the sight nearly undoes me."I don't know who that is," she whispers at last, her voice trembling but resolute enough to cut through the haze clouding my mind. "I used a bar of soap… in the shower."Soap. A fucking bar of soap. The one Logan buys me every goddamn year.The revelation barely registers. It doesn't douse the fire; it only redirects it. The growl that rumbles from my chest is primal, unrestrained, vibrating with possessive fury. It doesn't matter.Her explanation doesn't matter. Nothing matters except the way she looks right now, flushed, breathless, pinned beneath me, and the scent that doesn't belong on her."That's not good enough," I grit out, my voice rough, edged with pure, unrelenting need. My hands drop from the glass, gripping her hips with enough force to leave marks, dragging her body flush against mine.Every inch of her softness moulds to the hard planes of my body,
"Maci" My voice is firm, steady, meant to cut through whatever spiral she's falling into.She doesn't hear me."Maci, for fuck's sake!"Her head snaps up, those wide, panicked eyes locking onto mine. But it's like she's looking through me, seeing something I can't. The pressure in my chest tightens, constricting until I feel like I might fucking break."It's just syrup," I say, dragging a hand through my hair, forcing calm into my tone even though my pulse is hammering in my ears. "It's a tile floor, Maci. It'll wipe up. Do I look even a little concerned?"She shakes her head, the movement mechanical. Her lips part, but she says nothing She's unravelling right in front of me, and I don't know how to pull her back."Good," I bite out the word, my temper like a live sparking live wire. "Sit down Maci. I will clean up this tiny mess and then we can talk about what the fuck just happened here."A shudder runs through her. She's trying to
Her head tilts back, her eyes flutter shut, and a low, throaty moan slips past her lips. Fuck. The sound punches through me, sending heat straight to my cock. Her head rolls forward, and when those half-lidded eyes meet mine, she smiles. Not just any smile, a real one. Bright, genuine, and so damn beautiful it damn near brings me to my knees.“Okay,” she says, her tone teasing, slow. “So, the man can cook. The man can really cook.” She gestures at the plate, her expression full of wonder. “This is so delicious, Thorne. How the hell do you make bacon and eggs taste this good?”She loves it. Loves it. And she said my name. My name, in that voice, with those lips.
Why does she hate doctors?What happened to her that makes the thought of getting help twists her up like this?I don’t have the answers, and not knowing is unravelling me thread by fucking thread.“Okay,” I force out, low, steady, the volcanic rage simmering beneath barely contained. “Let’s eat breakfast, alright?”I step toward her, holding out the tray like it’s some kind of peace offering, desperate for even a flicker of the light she carries. “I slaved over a hot stove for this, Maci. Got burned, too. Show some mercy and eat.”Her eyes widen, just for a second, and then her lips twitch upward. Not much, just a little. But it’s something. It’s enough.Finally, she gives me a small nod, and I exhale, tension easing by the smallest fraction.I move to the table and sit deliberately across from her, even though every instinct in my body screams to be closer. The distan







