Page 88 of Our Little Monster
I wanted to remember all the beautiful angles of his face, and those kind eyes that had caught my attention from the start.
We shared bites of food and sips of sweet red wine, our conversation flowing effortlessly. Laughter echoed through the woods, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves and the distant bird calls.
Thorne spoke about his dreams, his passions. He had always wanted to be a chef even before he was turned and still would love to work in a kitchen one day.
I had never had dreams like that; with the family business, I never had time to stop and think about that kind of future. It was never an option for me. The way his eyes lit up when he spoke, the genuine enthusiasm in his voice—it only fueled me further to get rid of Victor.
I wanted Thorne to find his happiness.
I wanted that for all of them, with or without me in the picture.
This was more than a picnic for me; it was a glimpse into the future that I wished I could have—a future with him, with all three of them.
“Why haven’t you?” I asked curiously.
Having over a century under his belt, he could have easily acquired his dream job by now. They definitely possessed the money, and all they had was time, so I didn’t see what was stopping him.
Thorne hesitated. “Worked in a kitchen? Hm, well, I’d want to open my own restaurant, and with everything that’s happened withhim, I never felt like I could.”
“Maybe once all this Victor stuff is over, we could open a restaurant next year,” I lied so easily with a grin, kissing him, and he palmed my cheek.
His brows raised. “We? Does that mean you plan on sticking around after everything?” he asked, kissing me again.
“Maybe,” I said, holding back the pain in my voice from lying, and he laughed. I just wanted to see him laugh.
“I’m looking forward to it,” he sighed with content.
Clinking his wine glass against mine, he took a long swig before putting his glass down and leaning over to kiss me. He moved down my jawline and next to my ear.
“You know what else I’m looking forward to…” he trailed off.
My breath hitched as he kissed down my neck, laying me down on the blanket with one hand pulling me closer to him as he leaned over me on his elbow.
He started undoing the buttons of my oversized long-sleeve shirt. The chilly air hit my bare skin, making my nipples pebble. Even with the warmth of the sun, it was still in the low sixties today, but the weather did little to cool me off as I kissed him back.
He growled in my mouth when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Fuck bras.
He gripped one hand in my hair at the nape of my neck while the other one moved up and down my sides, then in my hair and back down my body as if he wished he could touch me everywhere all at once.
I grabbed onto him, our kiss growing more aggressive by the second, my hands roaming over his body just as his did mine, but I was losing my patience.
I wanted him; it had been too long without him.
I ran my hand over the front of his shirt and ripped it open, the buttons pitter-pattering against the forest floor and blanket.
Thorne smiled against my lips as my hands tangled in his hair, angling his mouth so I could devour him properly. He readjusted himself as he took off his pants before doing the same with mine, and then he was on top of me, his hips pinning mine as his lips devoured me once more.
We were a mess of tongue and teeth. The weight of him on top of me felt so fucking perfect.
His cock nudging at my entrance had me squirming and then without any more hesitation, he pushed inside me with one long thrust, and I broke the kiss with a moan.
His hips moved, rocking against mine, and I ground against him on every thrust. He swiftly found that perfect spot, making my body go taut with pleasure. My hands ran up his back, my fingers gripping onto his shoulders as my nails dug into his skin.
His pumps were perfectly controlled as he watched me start to burst apart at the seams, and then that taut coil snapped and recoiled through me.
I cried out as my orgasm washed over me like hot, uncontrollable flames. He drew out my orgasm as he quickened his pace, his hips pounding ruthlessly into mine, his rhythm lost to the bliss.
