“Let’s try it, just this once,” I breathe out, then lift my skirt to my hips. To entice him, I wrap one exposed thigh around his waist. He takes the bait, lifting me fully, and I wrap the other leg around him as he carries me to a worktable in the back corner. Plants cover the table, but in a blink, they disappear and reappear in neat lines several feet away. Something prickles in the back of my mind, but I push it aside, lost in my lust for Thorne. He sets me down gently, tucking my skirt out of the way before he unbuttons his own trousers. My already wet center pulses, and I can’t pull my eyes away from his cock.

“Like what you see?” His voice is low and gravelly, and it sends electricity shooting through my veins. I only nod, unable to speak. “Keep those eyes where they are. I want you to watch as I push into you.” I do as he commands, practically coming undone as his length slides into me. Fully seated, he slowly pulls back out, and we both watch as our bodies come together. He slams into me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Thorne,” I sigh, and he growls, hands coming to my breasts and kneading them through the fabric of the gown. He lets out a frustrated sound.

“This is the only time I will ever agree to this,” he pants. “We’ll get you infinite gowns. We’ll order a dozen replicas of each one.”

I let out a laugh that quickly turns to a moan when he conjures light to touch my clit in soft strokes. The surrounding air becomes almost unbearably humid, water dripping down my back. Thorne lights up the steam in the air around us, surrounding our bodies in a soft glow. My own body hasn’t radiated light since the first night we came together, but one or both of us is always letting our magic out unbidden when lust overtakes us. The plants suddenly seem to glow on their own, and my eyes widen. I meet Thorne’s gaze, and he seems as incredulous as I am as he continues his even rhythm of thrusts. The greenhouse has transformed into a lush and tropical oasis, light and water dancing around us as we reach our climaxes. With a mutual roar, we crest that wave together. Our panting slowly evens out, though Thorne keeps his forehead pressed to mine as he caresses my hair and places kisses atop my head.

Slowly, so slowly, he pulls out of me. I stand and adjust my dress.

“If our clothes stay mostly on, we can do that a lot more often, princeling,” I say with a wicked grin.

“Still not worth it,” he murmurs, squeezing my nipple teasingly. The sensation lights me up with need all over again.

“What is it with you and my breasts?”