"Touch me."
Thorne shut his eyes, his back pressed against the tree as blood flowed to his cock, his body responding as if he were under her spell.
She was pressed against him, her mouth attacking his jaw, sucking and nibbling on his skin. Gasping and licking his jaw.
It was driving him nuts.
"Adina," he called out, his voice hoarse as he finally opened his eyes. She didn't stop, instead, she pressed even harder against him, her body soft and tender against his. His jaw clenched hard as he fought for restraint. This was by far the hardest thing Thorne had ever done in his life.
And he fought an entire war.
He pulled her back, his mouth open to speak when he saw it. His eyes widened the moment he laid eyes on the shiny dark mark right against her scent gland.
Thorne froze.
No.
No, no, no.
His lips parted, and a guttural sound rumbled from deep in his chest. That mark, it wasn't natural. It wasn't hers. It was a spell.
A sexual enchantment.
