Page 71 of The Alien in the Archive

Is that even a question?

“Please,” I whine.

He laughs, a low rumble in his chest…then he’s raising his hands to the top button, opening it too slowly. Everything is so slow with him…and I feel the anticipation with every button, every inch of skin he reveals. When he gets to the lace edge of my bra, he runs his fingers over it, eyes coming up to mine.

“This is pretty,” he says. His voice is lower than usual,hoarse. I can feel his cock getting harder, pressing against the apex of my thighs through our clothes. I’ve never wanted to have sex with someone so badly.

“I thought I’d dress up a little,” I whisper.

The corner of his mouth lifts. “You wanted this to happen.”

“I didn’t think it was a secret.”

He continues with the buttons, but now his lips are on my breasts, above the line of my bra. Lips…tongue. Every so often, the slightest graze of his teeth, which I realize now are, in fact, quite sharp. When he opens my shirt completely, he pushes it off of my shoulders, then he cups my breasts in his cool hands and I gasp.

“Last night, when I imagined this,” he groans against my skin, his hips just barely rocking up toward me. “I didn’t truly understand how warm you’d be.”

I reach up to brace myself on his shoulders, unable to do much else.

“Is it just me, or are you getting warmer, too?” I ask.

“It’s not just you,” he growls. He keeps pressing those soft, slow kisses to my breasts—not going further, but doing enough that I’m ready to beg him for more.

“Uh…Thorne?” I ask. “Where exactly were you planning on biting me…?”

He drags his fingers down my left arm, straightening it. Blue veins stand out from my pale skin, and he glances up at me as he points. “Here,” he says. “Just a small cut…just a taste.”

“Okay,” I say. “Just warn me before you?—”

It’s too late.

He’s already leaning in and dragging one of those surprisingly sharp canines across my arm, close to the elbow.

It stings for only a moment, then his warm, wet mouth iscovering the wound, and I feel the gentle pull of him drinking.

My mind seems to fly into his, experiencing the sensation of drinking at the same time as being consumed. Thorne lets me feel what he feels: the warmth of me, the gratitude, the quiet desperation he’s tried so hard to hide.

His other hand finds my breast, greedily frees my nipple from the cup of my bra, twistsjustlike I like it.

“Oh God,” I gasp. “Oh fuck…”

I’m shaking with desire, still hanging onto his shoulder with my free hand. My breathing is shallow, uneven, the sensation like I’m no longer fully in my body but tethered to him.

“Thorne,” I moan, rocking against him. “Thorne, Thorne?—”

I gasp in surprise when he releases my arm, leaving only a pinprick in his wake…then he’s picking me up, my arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively. I pray that he’s taking me to bed, but he walks us forward, kissing me, and I find my ass back on the desk, books brushed aside. I’m scrambling to undress him as soon as I find purchase on the table’s surface, but he’s faster.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, his hands already on the button of my jeans.

“Yes, but please, Thorne, I need you to…damn it?—”

He’s not listening, not even a little bit; or maybe he is, but he’s hearing my thoughts, my need to feel him, my desperation tocome. He practically strips my jeans off me, my panties, and he doesn’t even care to look at me before he lays me out on the desk.

“Thorne, what are you—” I grip his hair, forcing him to look at me. “Thorne! Listen to…”

I trail off, unable to speak with how he’s staring at me…looking at me from between my legs. His eyes are more silver than usual, just a hint of sparkling red blood smeared across his lips…and he’s seeing me for the first time, naked and needy and more than ready for him.

“I told you I would lick you,” he growls. He presses the flat of his tongue to my inner thigh, licks a line up to my pussy. “Taste you…suck on your clit and beg you to come. And that’s what I’m going to do.”

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