Thorne groaned, his hand fisted in her hair, his lips crushing against hers.
It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't careful.
It was hungry, starving. Like years of restraint, of longing, of wanting had snapped inside him. Like the gods themselves had demanded a sacrifice and he was more than ready to offer her everything.
Adina moaned into his mouth, clinging to him, pulling him closer, closer wasn't close enough. Her fingers clawed at his shirt, yanking it up, desperate to feel skin. His body was hot, searing, and when her hands met bare flesh, she gasped.
But he held her back, pushing her hands off him. Adina blinked, "W-what.." she stammered.
"You want me to touch you, right?" He asked, his voice strained with restraint.
She nodded quickly; he feared her head would fall off.
"Then you'll take whatever it is I give to you. Do you understand me, Adina?" He asked.
She nodded quickly again, anything—everything he wanted to give her, she'll take it.
