Page 43 of Thorns & Fire (The Ashes of Thezmarr #2)

Wren

‘In a union between twin flames, a gold thread often manifests, quite visible and tangible to the bonded pair. It symbolizes the fire between them, the light in the dark’

– Tethers and Magical Bonds Throughout History

T HE B EAR S LAYER knew exactly where to start.

His kiss became deep and dominating, as though he were trying to pour all the unspoken things between them into her.

He slid himself between her legs, but didn’t enter her.

Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock across her clit until she was panting.

Pleasure rippled through Wren and she grabbed his hair, moaning into his mouth before he broke away and dragged his teeth down her throat.

Her body bowed beneath him, desperate for more.

Torj’s hands were everywhere, cupping and squeezing her breasts as his mouth and tongue mapped her neck, her chest, her nipples. The pressure switched from light and teasing to rough and insistent, coaxing soft cries from her lips.

Her hands had a mind of their own as they traced his sculpted shoulders, his chest, his back. She drank in the shape and feel of him, wanting to remember every dip of sinew, every scar.

Wren was on fire, her skin hot and damp with the need for him, her hips rising to meet his as she silently cursed the line she’d drawn between them.

The mere thought of him pushing inside her drove her wild; a slight shift from beneath him would have him at her entrance, and a tilt of her pelvis would have him sliding home, hitting that spot that made her head tip back in ecstasy.

‘Don’t tell me your restraint is wavering...’ Torj murmured against her skin.

‘Never,’ she lied.

His answering chuckle made her toes curl.

And then, he stopped toying with her.

Two fingers pushed inside her and she cried out as he lowered himself down her body, sucking on her clit without mercy. Wren tried to reach for him, to wrap her hand around his cock, but he batted her away, seeming intent on focusing on her.

She let him.

The sensation was overwhelming, and the power of the climax building within was staggering. Torj pumped his fingers in time with the strokes of his tongue and Wren felt as though she were about to explode.

She forgot herself completely, grinding against his face, taking everything he gave her, demanding more. Every muscle in her body was taut, desire coiling tighter and tighter to the point where it was almost too much to bear. Almost.

He withdrew his fingers and she whimpered in protest, only for him to drive his tongue inside her and circle her clit with his thumb.

Wren’s thighs trembled on either side of his head as he fucked her with his mouth. The moan that broke from her was feral, delirious, but just as she was about to crest that peak of no return, Torj slowed his efforts, drawing out her ascent to the point of madness.

‘This isn’t fair,’ Wren panted, attempting to reach for him again. ‘I want to make you feel good too...’

Torj moaned against her core before pulling back and gazing up at her, his blue eyes molten. ‘You think this doesn’t make me feel good, Embers? Feasting on the most beautiful woman in the midrealms? Making her moan my name? It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.’

He sucked her clit again, and Wren bit back a scream, gripping his hair by the roots, chasing the high with her hips. ‘Torj!’

Working her with his fingers, he hummed against her. ‘What do you want? Name it and it’s yours.’

‘I want to taste you while you taste me,’ Wren managed, as spirals of intoxicating sensation took hold.

‘Then sit on my face, Embers, and suck my cock while you do it.’

His filthy words washed over her in a haze of desire, and Wren had never moved faster. She scrambled upright, flushing at the sight of Torj’s wicked grin as she lowered herself over his mouth.

The first lick from the new angle had her trembling on her knees, but she was about to give as good as she got. Wren wrapped her hand around the hard length of her Bear Slayer and heard the sharp intake of breath beneath her.

Pumping his cock slowly, she circled the tip with her tongue—

‘Fuck, Embers—’ came the muffled shout beneath her, and she couldn’t help but smile against him, couldn’t help but revel in the power of it.

Then, she swallowed him down.

Torj’s hips bucked beneath her, and he worked her in earnest, matching her rhythm on him with his fingers and tongue.

Wren felt him hit the back of her throat, the things he was doing to her only allowing her to take him deeper. She moaned around him and reached to cup his balls, drawing them into a gentle caress that had the Warsword cursing again.

His fingers pushed back inside her, his tongue swirling around her clit as Wren arched into him, her nipples hard and tight, brushing against his stomach as they moved together.

She could feel her climax building from the base of her spine, rippling outwards throughout her entire body. He did that to her. Only him.

Torj’s hands spread her wide from below and she had never felt so exposed, or so aroused. The pressure mounting within increased, rising higher and higher, spinning out of control.

‘Torj,’ she moaned around him, but words beyond his name were lost on her, and at last, Wren let herself go.

She attempted to cry out his name again as she tipped over the edge she’d kissed several times already, her orgasm crashing down around her in a wave of blinding white. His cock in her mouth muffled her scream, and as Wren came, so did he.

Torj spilled his release on her tongue, jerking beneath her with a carnal groan.

Still trembling as the aftershocks of her climax shuddered through her, Wren took him deep in her throat, stroking him through the final waves of his orgasm.

When she rolled off him and nestled herself against his side, the Bear Slayer shook his head in wonder. ‘Holy fuck, Embers...’

And Wren laughed, as a glimmer of gold danced between them.