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Thorn's POV

Her scent.

It lingered in the air. Heavy and delicious, teasing my nose, driving me heady with delight.

"Tell me, Thorn," The vixen whispered again, cupping her mounds, propping them up until they stood like hills with cherry red nipples begging for my attention.

And for the life of me, I couldn't look away. There was nothing else in my head but the maddening desire to reach for those beauties and take them in my mouth.

The urge to taste her.

It was crazy. The hold she had on me. And judging from that wicked glint in her eyes as she looked up at me, I was sure she knew it too. There was no way she could be this confident otherwise.

I watched, mesmerized as her fingers nimbly plucked at her nipples. Cherries. They were red as cherries. Feeling sudden parched, I swallowed, a low husky sound escaping my throat when she pinched at them and pulled.

"Tell me," Her voice, the more I listened, the huskier it became. And fuck me, I loved listening to her.

Those feline eyes s