Page 80 of Crown of Thorns
I’m caught between thought and impulse, my mind spiralling out of reach.
Every warning I’ve ever given myself, the rules, the restraint, shatters in a single breath. This always happens with Louis. He breaks me open and I let him. Again and again.
His scent, his skin beneath my fingertips, it unravels me. The calculated man I try to be falls away, replaced by raw, hungry need.
I want to own him. Not just this body, but everything, his heart, his breath, his defiance.
The way he trembles under my touch feeds the fire.
No longer just wanting, needing to mark him, claim him on my terms.
I lose myself in the taste of his mouth, the heat of his skin, the reckless abandon of my own hands.
Possession isn’t just about control, it’s survival. And I’m fighting to keep hold of him before the darkness drags us apart.
Like a storm breaking free beneath calm waters, like ice melting into flame.
"You’re mine," I growl, voice ragged and desperate, fingers pressing deep, claiming more than flesh.
His moan is a surrender and a challenge.
This is no longer seduction. It’s war, and I’m hell-bent on winning.
"You’ll never belong to anyone else," I mutter, pressing two fingers in deep. His moan is filthy.
He’s all pink skin and need. I grab the base of his neck, push his face into the pillow. He looks back at me with a wicked grin.
"Now," he breathes.
I don’t hold back.
He gasps when I push in. His body welcomes me. It takes me like it was made for me.
"Fuck, Noah…"
"Little devil?"
"I—"
"Talk to me."
"I’ve wanted you for so long," he says, soft and unguarded.
It splits something in me.
I grab his jaw, turn his head, and kiss him hard. The words fall out before I can stop them, thick with heat and ache. "You’re the sunshine in my life. So beautiful. So, fucking precious." And it terrifies me how true that feels.
He moans into my mouth. His hands twist in the sheets. One snakes up to grab the back of my neck. He kisses me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
"Come with me," he whispers. "Be mine."
"Yours?"
He nods, breath shuddering. I pound into him, desperate. Addicted.
"You’ll be mine too," he gasps. "My fucking property."
I bite his neck, hard. "Only I get to taste you."
