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My shoulder banged against a mirror as I spun around a corner. I threw out my hands to catch myself, only to be pulled against a hard chest.

Thorne let out a growl that vibrated through me and sent tingles up my scalp. His chest rose and fell as fast as mine. Lunacy gleamed in his wild eyes.

I didn’t try to break free.

He walked me backward, pressing my back into a cold mirror. His eyes never left mine as his hands slid from my knees upward, dragging the hem of my dress with them until it was bunched at my waist. His rough palms traveled over the outsides of my thighs in torturously slow strokes, each one coming a little closer to where I needed him most. My clit throbbed with every pass.

We’d barely touched, but I knew I was ready for him.

“Hurry,” I begged, desperate for release.

He paused, his thumb mind-numbingly close to my clit. “Hurry to what?”

A growl escaped my lips, and I dug my nails into his arm, trying to move it to where I wanted him.

He didn’t budge.

“Touch me.”

“Where? You have to say it.”

“What do you mean, where?” I nearly cried when his thumb stroked under the edge of my panties but went no further.

“There,” I begged. “Please.”

He groaned, but instead of touching me with his hand, he dropped to his knees between my thighs. His mouth found my clit through my soaked panties. He sucked and licked, driving the pleasure higher until it took over all my senses.

But I wanted more. I needed more.

I wanted Thorne to do what his body had been promising. “Eat me.”

He groaned. The fabric of my panties snapped, and he lifted my leg over his shoulder. Thorne licked up my seam and moaned.

“Fuck. I knew you would taste good, but…” He delved his tongue into my core, moaning again as if I were the best thing he’d ever tasted. “You’re so much better than I’d imagined.”

Imagined. For just a second, his words caught in my mind, but the thought vanished when his lips closed around my clit.

A cry broke free from my lips, and I rocked my hips involuntarily. I froze, flattening myself firmly against the mirror to hold still.

That earned me a growl of disapproval. Thorne reached for my hand and buried it in his hair, then grazed my clit with his tongue. His fingers circled my opening, the tips barely entering me. He was teasing me mercilessly. I wanted more of his touch, desperately.

Power lit beneath my skin as Thorne looked up at me. The same desperation stared back at me, but he wasn’t going to do anything more until I took it.

My fingers dug into his hair, dragging his mouth harder against my clit. His moan vibrated against me. Two thick fingers filled me at once, and a cry broke free from me. I rocked into him, still holding his hair and using him as I needed. My muscles tightened, and tingles sparked throughout my body as my orgasm detonated, shattering me from the inside out.

Thorne didn’t stop until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from me, and I twitched at the sensitive touch.

He withdrew his fingers, kissed my stomach, then stood.

He was breathing just as hard as I was, and I could make out the outline of his hard cock through his pants.

He kissed me, his tongue filling my mouth. He tasted of me, and it was a new thrill. I reached down to grasp his cock, but he caught my wrist.

Thorne’s other hand cupped my jaw, his thumb tracing my cheek. His mismatched gaze searched my face, his eyes shining when he found what he was looking for.

“There you are.”

My brows pulled together in confusion before realization sank in. None of the shell I’d locked myself into remained. He’d fractured it into a million pieces, just as he’d promised.