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He bit her on the inside of her thigh and glanced up at her. Lydia lifted her hips in agreement. She wanted him. She wanted him there.

Thorn nibbled his way up to her center, then took a deep breath, inhaling her.

“Ah! I still remember the scent of your desire,” he rasped. “So sweet, so wonderful.”

He ran his finger along her slit, gathering moisture he found there and bringing it to the top of her sex, circling it. Then he looked at her from beneath his hooded eyes and, maintaining eye contact, sucked her essence off his finger.

Lydia squirmed. Dampness gathered between her thighs, a ticklish sensation running through her body and collecting at her center. Her hips moved, demanding more of his touch. More of him.

She wanted him to claim her. Now.

He dipped his head and licked along her feminine lips.

“Ah!” With a wild scream, Lydia threw back her head, her entire body arching.

Art placed one hand on her belly, holding her down, while his other hand traveled to explore farther north. He parted her feminine lips with his tongue before pressing it against her sensitive spot, making her hips rise in response.

As Thorn continued to explore Lydia’s feminine center with his tongue, his hand traveled up her body, encountering her hardened nipple. He circled it with his thumb while weighing her breast in his palm.

Lydia felt herself losing control under his touch. She writhed beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

All the anger and frustration she had harbored against him for so many years suddenly vanished in that moment.

Yes. Let him atone for his sins this way. By bringing her to heaven.

Just as she thought it, he raised his head and sat up.

“No!” Lydia cried, frustrated from the unfulfilled desire. “Don’t stop!”

He chuckled and placed a wet kiss on her belly. “Wait a moment, my love,” he whispered against her skin.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes, her body still trembling from the intense sensations he had just aroused within her. She wanted him to finish what he had started, to bring her to that peak of ecstasy and beyond.

He readjusted himself in his breeches, a pained expression shadowing his face, then covered her body with his and kissed her lips.

Lydia moaned, her tongue tracing his lips, then plunging into the depths of his mouth and tangling with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders, her fingers tracing his muscles through the shirt. Arching her back, she rubbed herself against his body, feeling his cock press against her center.

Thorn groaned. “You are killing me,” he whispered between kisses.

“Take me,” she answered. “Enter me. Possess me. I want you.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and let out a bitter chuckle. “My love, you have no idea how much I want that.”

“Yes, please.”

He shook his head and kissed her deeply once more.

He moved to suckle on her neck, his hands tracing her sides. He paused, concentrating on her pointed nipples, his gaze burning through her shirt. Then he grabbed the shirt by its collar and ripped it along the center, exposing her entire body to his gaze and the cool air.

Lydia squirmed uncomfortably, hastening to cover herself from him. Letting out a playful tsk, Thorn grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her body. Then he leaned down again, taking her nipple gently into his mouth and suckling it.

Lydia’s fingers flexed, wishing to bury them in his hair, or run them along his warm body.

“Art!” she cried.

He raised his head, a confused expression on his face that quickly transformed into a smirk.

Thorn moved to give equal attention to her other breast. Releasing one wrist, his hand traveled down and settled between her legs. His finger played with her slit, teasing it, circling it, then up to her swollen nub and down again.