Page 82 of My Fated Mate

“Elowen,” Thorne's voice turns me on. It always did. But now, that husky sound is filled with desire and possession, and I want him so bad.

I can’t stop from leaning in closer, our breaths mingling.

His scent, a heady mix of pine and musk, intoxicates me. I want to lose myself in him, to feel his warmth enveloping me.

His warm breath caresses my lips, igniting a fire within me that I can no longer contain. I surrender to the moment, letting my body sway towards him. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and I melt into his embrace.

Our lips meet again, this time with an intensity that sends shockwaves through my body. I feel his tongue dance against mine, exploring the depths of my mouth.

His hands roam my body, igniting sensations I have never felt.

“Elowen,” Thorne whispers against my ear, “You are mine.”

His words echo in my mind, a possessive claim that fills me with both trepidation and exhilaration.

I want him, all of him.

I want to lose myself in his touch, in his scent, in his being.

We stumble towards his bed, our bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs and passion.

Thorne's hands frantically unbutton my blouse, revealing the delicate skin beneath. His lips trail down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I gasp as he kisses the soft curve of my breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nipple.

A surge of pleasure shoots through me, making me arch my back in ecstasy. I can't control the moans that escape my lips, betraying my surrender to his touch.

His hands roam over my body, and he trails his fingers down my stomach, teasing the soft skin before reaching between my legs.

His touch is gentle yet insistent. His eyes gleam with desire as he gazes upon me, his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts.

He leans forward and kisses me again, this time more deeply. His tongue dances with mine, exploring the recesses of my mouth. I feel myself melting into his embrace, my body becoming liquid with desire.

His hands move to my hips, pulling me closer to him. I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. He whispers something in my ear, his voice husky and seductive.

“I want you,” he says. “I want to make you feel good.”

I nod, unable to speak. My body is consumed by a primal need that only he can satisfy.

He urges me down onto the bed, his hands never leaving my body. As we lie there, he kisses my neck, his breath warm on my skin.

The front of my bra is unhooked, and he takes one of my breasts in his mouth, his tongue circling the nipple. I close my eyes, surrendering to the ecstasy of his touch. He sucks and nibbles, drawing a chorus of moans from my lips.

His other hand moves between my legs, his fingers teasing my entrance. I gasp as his fingers penetrate me, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. He moves his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster until my hips start bucking in rhythm.

I can feel myself reaching the edge, my body trembling with anticipation. I cry out his name, my voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Thorne's movements become more urgent, his thrusts driving me to the brink of madness.

I feel myself spiraling out of control, lost in a whirlwind of sensation. I cling to him desperately, my nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure crash over me.

As the night wears on, our passion only intensifies. We explore each other's bodies with an insatiable hunger, discovering hidden desires and unlocking a primal connection that I never thought possible.

When the first rays of dawn peek through the curtains, we lie in each other's arms, exhausted but profoundly content.

Thorne's breathing returns to normal, and his eyes meet mine with a look of tenderness I have never seen before.

“I love you, Elowen,” he whispers.

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