Page 139 of Vicious Knight

“Thorne—”

“Shhhh. Feel this, little deer.” He licks me again, then sucks hard on my clit, pulling pleasure through my body right down to the tips of my toes.

I moan out loud and my voice carries around the hall, echoing off the walls.

Thank God it’s just the two of us in here, because everyone would hear me.

He sucks my clit then slides two fingers into my slick, wet opening to finger-fuck me.

Mindless moans fall from my lips and I come on his fingers. “Oh my God…”

“That’s my girl.”

He takes off my panties, then he shoves his pants down his hips, unleashing his cock.

Seconds later he’s inside me.

God, I missed this.

I missed us.

Thorne pushes inside and I wrap my legs around his hips, locking him against me.

We both groan, then he smiles down at me and starts to fuck me.

Pleasure shatters my body. I’m already so sensitive, but my body soaks up what he gives me as if I didn’t just orgasm.

Heat races across my skin and I can feel the pleasure building again.

I moan from the intensity, pressing my heels into his ass as he pounds harder into me.

“I’m going to fuck you harder, baby,” he whispers over my skin, then he makes good on his word and I lose myself.

We keep going just like this for the rest of the night, taking our passion from the auditorium to his place.

We miss the next day of class, then time fizzles out and I lose track of the days as we make up for lost time.

I once heard of a crazy story about a couple who fucked each other to death.

I never believed that such a thing was possible until Thorne Ivanov.

Suddenly, it's Wednesday. Because the emails and text messages started flowing in asking where we were, we had to tear ourselves away from each other to get back to the real world.

It felt like stepping back into an alternate reality. The one good thing about it was that the campus now knew we were back together and Thorne wasn’t marrying Tiffany.

The effect of that news was vastly more satisfying for me than for Tiffany when the campus thought she was going to be with Thorne.

Isabelle told me that Tiffany was so embarrassed she’s retreated to Switzerland for the next two weeks.

Thorne and I meet up again for dinner. We’re sitting in a booth in a quiet area of the Italian restaurant on campus. We’re enjoying pizza, but we’re also talking business.

There’ve been some new developments with Thorne’s search for the scar-faced man. He’d previously told me his findings on the mercenary group called the Hand, and before we got back together, he’d been talking to a few people.

He leans on the table and plays with the end of his fork. “I found two reports with the same MO as the crimes we saw, where witnesses state they heard the killers chanting some foreign words.”

“When did these incidents happen?”

“Over the last five years, and the witnesses all died mysterious deaths. One of them disappeared for three years, and their body was found in a river.”

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