Chapter 233: You’re So Responsive
And before she could respond, before she could protest further, his fingers slid inside her.
Two fingers, thick and demanding, pushing into her pussy.
Morgana gasped.....a sharp, sudden sound of surprise and pleasure mixing together.
Her body arched against his, her legs spreading wider at his command, her hips pressing back against his hand, seeking more even as she trembled at the intensity of the sensation.
His fingers moved inside her, slowly at first, feeling his way, finding the perfect angle. Finding the place that made her breath catch and hold.
Morgana’s body responded without her conscious permission. Her hips began to move, pressing back against his hand, seeking more, needing more. The cold water of the bath swirled around them, a sharp contrast to the heat building between her legs, to the fever-warmth of her skin, to the absolute desperation of her need for him.
"That’s it," Thorne murmured against her neck, his breath hot against her cool skin. "Move for me. Take what you need."
She did. Her hips rocked back against his fingers, her breath coming in short gasps. His thumb found her clit, and the moment it made contact, her entire body tensed. A low sound escaped her...not quite a moan, not quite a plea. Something between the two.
Thorne’s free hand came up and gripped her hip, holding her steady, controlling the pace of her movement even as he encouraged her to seek her own pleasure. His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot, the one that made her back arch, that made her head fall back against his shoulder, that made her gasp his name like it was the only word she’d ever learned.
"Morgana," he breathed, his voice dropping lower and rougher. "You’re so responsive."
She was. Even through the fog of fever, even through the shock of the cold water, she was responding to him with a completeness that was almost frightening. Her body was responding before her mind could catch up, her instincts overriding everything else, the primitive need to surrender to him overriding her conscious thoughts.
His fingers continued their work, moving inside her with increasing pressure, increasing speed. The thumb on her clit began to circle faster, harder, creating a rhythm that had her hips meeting his hand with desperation. She was climbing toward something, something she’d felt before with Kaelen, but this was different. This was more intense.
"I’ve got you," he said, his voice steady despite the way his breathing was becoming labored. "Come, Morgana. Let me feel you."
And she did.
The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her body convulsed in his arms, her muscles clenching around his fingers, her breath becoming almost a sob. The cold water swirled around her as she arched back against him.
She gasped his name...."Thorne".....and the sound of it seemed to do something to him. His entire body went rigid behind her, his control fracturing for just a moment before he forced it back into place.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "So beautiful when you come undone for me."
He gave her no time to recover from the orgasm.
Instead, he lifted her from the water with the same careful precision he’d used before, but now his movements were different. Faster. More urgent. More driven by need than by care. The water cascaded off her body, and he wrapped her in a towel....rough, efficient, barely bothering with the gesture before he was carrying her back to his chambers.
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The contrast was immediate and shocking.
The cold of the bath fell away, replaced by the heat of his chambers, by the warmth of his body, by the absolute intensity of what was about to happen. He didn’t lay her on the bed gently this time. Instead, he set her down with careful control, watching as she stood on shaking legs, watching as her body continued to tremble from the orgasm, from the fever, from the raw need that was coursing through her.
Thorne stood before her, completely naked, and she could see the full reality of his desire. His cock was impossibly hard, the length and thickness of it speaking to the desperation of his need. The dragon runes on his body were glowing faintly....pale blue, the color of ice, the color of GLACIUS beneath the skin.
But this wasn’t Glacius.
This was Thorne, and his eyes were burning with something ancient and possessive and absolutely unforgiving.
His eyes burned with something ancient and possessive.
Without a word, he pushed her back onto the bed.
She fell back against the pillows, and he moved immediately.
His hands gripped her hips, and he pulled her toward the edge of the bed. Her legs dangled, her body completely exposed to him. He dropped to his knees before her, his dark eyes fixed on the place between her legs where she was still glistening from the water, from her orgasm, from the evidence of her arousal.
"Fuck," he breathed.
And then he bent down.
His mouth found her pussy, and the contact made her gasp. His tongue traced from her entrance to her clit, one long, deliberate lick that had her hips jerking upward. He did it again. And again. Each stroke of his tongue sending electricity through her body.
"Oh god," she gasped, her head falling back against the pillows, her fingers gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.
Thorne didn’t respond to her words. He simply continued, his tongue moving with purpose, with absolute focus, with the kind of attention that suggested he could spend hours doing exactly this. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them open, keeping her exposed, keeping her from being able to close her legs even if she wanted to.
She didn’t want to.
His tongue found her clit, and his lips closed around it. He sucked gently at first, and she felt her hips arch upward, seeking more contact.
He gave it to her. His suction increased, his tongue began to work against the sensitive bundle of nerves with increasing pressure, and she made a sound that was almost a whimper....his name, half-moan, half-plea.
"Thorne," she breathed, her hand coming down to grip his hair.