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She shivered in my arms, and I felt her breath catch in that way that never stopped thrilling me. Her hands came up to rest over mine, lacing our fingers together across her stomach.
“You’re insatiable,” she said, leaning back into me with a grin I could feel in the curve of her spine.
I kissed the spot just beneath her ear. “Only for you.”
“You go on ahead, Bry,” I called after my sister, without pulling my eyes from the gorgeous creature before me. “I’m gonna have an appetizer.”
“Didn’t need to know that!” Briar called over her shoulder with a chuckle, while she slipped out of the room.
The instant the door clicked shut behind her, I didn’t hesitate. My hands found Bex’s waist, pulling her close until there was no space left between us. I pressed her back against the wall, my whole body leaning into hers, and my mouth crashed onto hers with a hunger that had been building for far too long.
This kiss was desperate, urgent, a need that refused to be tamed. We’d shared plenty of kisses over the past few days, but none like this. None where I could finally touch her fully, where every nerve ending sparked with the electricity of what I’d been holding back.
Her scent wrapped around me, heady and warm, pulling me deeper into the moment. I drank in her kiss like it was the only thing keeping me tethered, matching her every breath, every trembling moan that escaped between us. The world around us blurred until all that existed was the heat of her skin against mine, the wild rhythm of our hearts, and the fierce, aching desire to never let go.
“Thorne,” she whispered breathily as I sank to my knees before her. Her hands latched onto my shoulders as I stripped her bare, exposing her glorious, glistening core to me. I licked my lips as I leaned forward.
The first swipe of my tongue had her arching against the wall. The next drew a curse from between her perfect lips. The third sent her hands tangling into my hair. By the time I slid one of my fingers into her wet heat, she was nearly there already. Isucked her clit into my mouth, rolling the bud along my tongue, relishing the way it made her body shake beneath my hold.
“Yes, Thorne,” she cried. “I’m so close,” she added. My perfect woman was going to come all over my tongue, then my dick, and she was going to scream the whole time. I was giddy just thinking about it.
Another thrust of my fingers into her had her orgasm ripping through her. Her walls clenched around my fingers and I tasted her release on my tongue as she drenched my face. She pushed at my head, desperate to get me away from her sensitive throbbing pussy. But I wasn’t nearly finished. I never would be.
I stood and freed my hardened cock from my pants, and I was entering her before she’d even come down from the high of her first orgasm. She screamed out, and I grunted against the feel of her body still pulsing with pleasure around my cock.
“Thorne, oh fuck,” she moaned and I caught the sound with my mouth. I kissed her, saying every word I never could with each brush of my tongue against hers, and each thrust of my cock within her. This was the vow I’d made to her, not with rings or ceremonies, yet, at least. But with every breath, every touch, every time I chose her again and again. This was the love that had carried us through fire and ash.I would never want for anything else. Never need for more than what she already gave me just by being here, by being mine.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded.
The world outside could crumble, could still shake beneath the aftershocks of Praxis’s fall. Rebuilding might take lifetimes. Systems might falter. People might stumble. But in my arms was the only truth I needed, her.
Her steady heartbeat. Her lips pressed to mine. Her warm body around mine like a promise I would never take for granted.
As long as I had her, her laugh, her fire, her fierce and tender love, I could survive anything. Even the end of the world.
I felt my release crest and as I slammed into her one last time, I knew that this was what victory meant to me. This was the future I’d fought for.
The future I’d do anything to protect.
“I love you,” she replied, giving me everything I ever needed.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Bex
It had been a week since Praxis fell, and every day without word from Ava or Jax was like another stone added to the weight already pressing on my chest. Each hour stretched endlessly, tight with the ache of not knowing. My Wildguard had been doing their best. Hovering close, filling the silence with warmth and laughter and sensual touches, trying to draw my mind away from the gnawing uncertainty. But nothing could erase the cold truth that every night I went to bed without knowing if they were safe.
I startled awake, breath ragged, sweat cooling on my skin like guilt. My heart thundered, desperate and wild, as if trying to punch its way out of my chest.
Then, hands. Soft, familiar hands finding mine in the dark, grounding me like always.
Briar.
She eased me back down with a touch that had always meant safety, her fingers combing gently through my hair.
“Another nightmare?” she asked, her voice hushed with sleep and concern.
