Adina woke up to wet heat. At first, she thought it was a dream. It was past midnight, everyone and their mothers should be asleep.
And yet… A breathy high moan slipped past her lips before she was even fully conscious. Her hips twitched, her thighs clenched around something… warm.
Firm hands gripped her thighs, prying them open. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused.
Her breath caught.
Thorne was there. On his knees at the edge of the bed, his mouth buried in her pussy, eating like a man starved. His hair was wild, his jaw tense.
His rut shouldn't be here yet. Not until two days' time. And yet… His skin is hot, his breath ragged, he glanced at her for a second and the usual restraint in his gaze? Gone.
Oh, his rut was here.
She reached down, threading her fingers in his hair, "T-Thorne." She stuttered as his tongue flattened against her clit in one long stroke.
The first lick isn't rough or greedy. It's careful, like he's tasting something sacred.
