"Thorne!" she hissed, scandalized, but then his mouth was on her, hot and relentless, and her cry turned into a choked moan.
He devoured her like a starving man, his tongue flicking and circling until her legs shook violently. "Thorne—oh, gods—"
Her fingers squeaked against the mirror as she tried to stay upright, hips jerking against his mouth despite herself. The sight of him between her legs nearly undid her.
"Stay still," Thorne growled, the vibration sending another jolt through her. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises, holding her exactly where he wanted her while he sucked her cunt.
"Thorne— I can't—" she whimpered, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes from how badly her body begged for release.
She hadn't even stopped trembling when he got to his feet, his eyes dark with hunger. He turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, dragging the dress higher until it bunched at her waist.
