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Like the missing part of the puzzle returning to its proper place.

Chapter Thirteen

Sophie

Like the dream I had with Thorn, seeing his house triggers something in me that literally makes me gasp. It’s like I really have come home, but I don’t want to presume too much even though I can tell he’s feeling as excited as I am, and in more ways than one.

“C’mon,” he says eagerly, holding his hand out as he opens the passenger side and lifts me down from the truck as if I weigh nothing.

“Let’s get inside, out of the cold and rain. I’ll show you around.”

I wait for him to put me down, plant me on the ground so I can walk with him but it’s pretty clear he wants to carry me.

And I don’t mind at all.

Sinking into his huge chest, feeling his torso flexing hard against my body as he takes long, proud strides up the sandstone steps, I really do feel like I’m home as he pushes the door open with his boot after unlocking it.

“I can skip the tour,” I tell him, feeling something welling up inside me that’s more powerful than even what he drew out of me not so long ago.

“That’s my girl,” he moans into my ear and kisses me, kicking the door shut and taking strong steps towards his room off the main entrance.

“I mean it Thorn,” I tell him, noting the rising urgency in my voice.

I know I want to give myself to him more than ever, and right now. His grip on me replies his understanding and I only wish he’d hold me tighter on the way to the bed, our bed.

Which he does.

Thorn’s bed, like himself is huge.

A classic four poster which I just know from looking at it is hand made from lumber he’s grown and cut himself.

The whole place, but especially his room speaks of someone who loves nature and takes pride in the very best of everything it has to offer, and I make no secret of my offering to him.

“I mean it Thorn,” I remind him, almost whimpering by now.

His lips press hard against mine as he eases me onto the firm mattress, and I can’t help but open my legs and not wanting to unhook my arms from his neck, I pull him on top of me.

“Now,” I plead with him, my hands reaching for his pants to unbutton them.

“Oh, it’s on,” he assures me, taking both my hands and running them across the thick hardness in his jeans before he takes them up to his own lips.

I shiver a deep breath, watching his eyes dance over my chest as it heaves, craving his touch. Then as it travels all down my body, which fills with an ache I know he’s going to relieve me of directly.

“We’re gonna have to get you some more clothes,” he says.

“Because I’m gonna tear these off you and claim you as my own, Sophie, I want you so bad. I need you now,” he murmurs.

His thick fingers grip me and I swoon in his grasp, trying to help him undress me but I’m shaking so hard, so close to another one of those climaxes he brought on in his rig. I let myself go, completely at his mercy.

At his command as his firm hands start to work their magic again.

I feel the chill on my nakedness as he slowly strips me, but it’s replaced with the heat inside me and his warmth against me straight away.

In seconds he’s undone his jeans and slipped them off along with his boots the second time today for me. I work frantically at his shirt to loosen his buttons but he tears it open, clawing off the fabric like an animal so I can finally see his whole beautiful body for myself.

Thorn’s big. Everywhere.

I gasp at his size, reaching out for his length with both hands, making him groan once my fingers curl around him.

His knees push my legs gently further apart and I watch his eyes widen as he sees what he’s waited so long for again.

Opening his mouth to speak, I know what he wants to say but I can’t help but tell him first.

“I want to give you this, Thorn,” I gasp, taking one of his hands and pressing it over my mound.

“Mine,” he groans softly, and I smile dreamily.

“I’m yours, fill me with everything you have,” I whimper and his low growl of approval makes me shudder, along with the sensation of his whole body leaning over mine.

My hands circle the thick, round tip of his cock, teasing myself with it around my twitching hole, but also priming myself for the girth of it I’m about to take for the very first time in my whole life.

Thorn’s huge arms are on either side of me, holding himself up and I trace the outline of each of his muscles as he slowly, gently, but firmly guides his manhood into me.

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