“Aethers, Laurel, you’re perfect,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly, the game we’re playing is over, and only pure, raw need remains. The small of my back presses against a wall as Thorne leans over me, but I’m not exactly sure how we got there. Did I aerstep us without realizing it? But then Thorne is kissing my neck and my collarbone, and I don’t care about anything except the feel of his firm body against mine. My mate. My mate. My mate.

He cups my ass, lifting me, and I wrap my legs around him. I’m completely naked, but the fabric of his pants blocks the friction I desperately crave. He growls my name, and it sends a wave of hot, slick pleasure shooting across my skin. If I wasn’t already wet for him, I would be with the deep and longing way his voice comes out. Pinning me between the wall and his body, he brings both of his hands to my breasts, giving them a firm squeeze that melts my insides.

“I could fuck you for a century and I wouldn’t tire of these,” he groans, sucking one nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue across the hardened peak. I let out a deep sigh of pleasure. He squeezes my other nipple between his fingers in response, and the combination of pain and pleasure lights me up. Literally. My body glows with a soft radiance that I’ve never experienced with another lover. I’ve never had this happen to me at all. My shocked expression quickly turns to lust once more as Thorne growls deeply, the vibration against my nipple sending a fresh wave of need racing through my body. “You’re glowing,” he whispers, bringing his forehead to mine.

“I don’t know what this is,” I admit. He only murmurs as he lavishes kisses up and down my neck once again.