Page 143 of Thorns & Fire
Wedging his knee between hers, Torj let his hands slip around her waist and drop to her backside, squeezing hard.
‘This arse, Embers...’he groaned, kneading the soft flesh there.‘I can’t get enough of it.’Still gripping her behind, he brought her forwards, so her core rubbed on his thigh.
‘Torj...’Wren’s voice was needy and breathless.
Smiling against her lips, he rocked her against his leg, feeling the heat of her through their layers.‘Not so smug now, are you?’
Wren rolled her hips, grinding against him as she fused her mouth back to his.
Longing ripped through Torj like a storm, and he matched her ferocity, tangling his tongue with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth.He felt every kiss in his blood, molten with the need to touch her, to feel her bare skin.
Wren reached down between them and palmed him through his leathers.A low groan broke from him, the friction deliciously torturous.More.He needed more of her.He needed her crying out his name as she shattered on his tongue.
Pleasure bloomed at the base of his spine, spreading to his tightening balls and his throbbing cock.Gods, if he didn’t do something soon, he’d come in his leathers.He focused on the feel of Wren, inching her skirts up behind her.
She gasped as the cool night air hit her skin and Torj slid his hands over the bare curve of her rear.He knew he was being reckless, but he couldn’t stop, not with her panting against him and rubbing herself on his leg.
He manoeuvred them deeper into the shadows, so they were covered by the huge plinth of the statue, and turned Wren so her back was flush with his chest, her skirts still rucked up behind her.
Torj dropped to his knees.
‘What are you doing?’Wren whispered, sounding alarmed.
He kissed the base of her spine, down one curved cheek, biting gently.‘Do you want me to stop?’He bit the other side, moaning against her warm skin.
Wren’s breathing hitched.‘No...’
‘Then bend over for me, Embers.Hold on to the stone.’
‘Torj...’
‘Say the word and I stop,’ he murmured, dipping his hand between her legs and cursing at the wetness he found there.
‘Don’t stop,’ Wren whimpered, bending at the waist, baring herself completely to him.
‘Fuck...’He parted her further and took in the view like a starved man, the nearby torches illuminating her glistening skin just enough that he almost lost control.‘Need to taste you,’ he groaned.
And then he put his mouth on her.
Her legs trembled beneath his hold as he worked her with his tongue.He moaned at the taste of her as he devoured her, building her up to her climax, increasing his pace and keeping his rhythm steady.
‘Furies – fuck,’ Wren rasped, gripping the edge of the stone plinth.
Torj smiled against her as he swirled his tongue and sucked on her clit.
When he slid a finger inside her, she let out a strangled cry.He loved seeing her like this, quaking with pleasure, cursing and begging with his name on her lips.
‘More,’ she gasped, rocking back against his face in earnest now, any vulnerability long gone.
Torj obliged her, adding a second finger, his cock leaking at how good she felt, how good she tasted, imagining sheathing himself inside that addictive heat.He was losing his damn mind with desire for her, his cock ready to spill right into his trousers.Every time he thought his attraction to Wren couldn’t get any more intense, he was proven wrong.
‘Torj, I’m going to—’ She cut herself off with a cry.
‘Ride my face, Embers,’ he groaned against her skin.
Torj felt her contract around his fingers, and he sucked her clit through the throes of her release as she shuddered around him.
He nearly came at the sound of her orgasm alone.
