Page 71 of Thorns & Fire (The Ashes of Thezmarr #2)

Torj

‘Scholars documented rare cases of soul-bonded pairs whose senses transcended mortal limits. What one perceived, the other knew – not through conscious sharing, but as naturally as breathing’

– Tethers and Magical Bonds Throughout History

W REN MOANED AGAINST him, the sound vibrating straight down into his cock. He knew she’d worked herself up just as much as him by the way her body arched for him. He cupped her breast over her gown and relished the whimper that escaped her, swallowing it with another kiss.

Wedging his knee between hers, Torj let his hands slip around her waist and drop to her backside, squeezing hard.

‘This arse, Embers...’ he groaned, kneading the soft flesh there. ‘I can’t get enough of it.’ Still gripping her behind, he brought her forwards, so her core rubbed on his thigh.

‘Torj...’ Wren’s voice was needy and breathless.

Smiling against her lips, he rocked her against his leg, feeling the heat of her through their layers. ‘Not so smug now, are you?’

Wren rolled her hips, grinding against him as she fused her mouth back to his.

Longing ripped through Torj like a storm, and he matched her ferocity, tangling his tongue with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth. He felt every kiss in his blood, molten with the need to touch her, to feel her bare skin.

Wren reached down between them and palmed him through his leathers. A low groan broke from him, the friction deliciously torturous. More. He needed more of her. He needed her crying out his name as she shattered on his tongue.

Pleasure bloomed at the base of his spine, spreading to his tightening balls and his throbbing cock. Gods, if he didn’t do something soon, he’d come in his leathers. He focused on the feel of Wren, inching her skirts up behind her.

She gasped as the cool night air hit her skin and Torj slid his hands over the bare curve of her rear. He knew he was being reckless, but he couldn’t stop, not with her panting against him and rubbing herself on his leg.

He manoeuvred them deeper into the shadows, so they were covered by the huge plinth of the statue, and turned Wren so her back was flush with his chest, her skirts still rucked up behind her.

Torj dropped to his knees.

‘What are you doing?’ Wren whispered, sounding alarmed.

He kissed the base of her spine, down one curved cheek, biting gently. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ He bit the other side, moaning against her warm skin.

Wren’s breathing hitched. ‘No...’

‘Then bend over for me, Embers. Hold on to the stone.’

‘Torj...’

‘Say the word and I stop,’ he murmured, dipping his hand between her legs and cursing at the wetness he found there.

‘Don’t stop,’ Wren whimpered, bending at the waist, baring herself completely to him.

‘Fuck...’ He parted her further and took in the view like a starved man, the nearby torches illuminating her glistening skin just enough that he almost lost control. ‘Need to taste you,’ he groaned.

And then he put his mouth on her.

Her legs trembled beneath his hold as he worked her with his tongue. He moaned at the taste of her as he devoured her, building her up to her climax, increasing his pace and keeping his rhythm steady.

‘Furies – fuck,’ Wren rasped, gripping the edge of the stone plinth.

Torj smiled against her as he swirled his tongue and sucked on her clit.

When he slid a finger inside her, she let out a strangled cry. He loved seeing her like this, quaking with pleasure, cursing and begging with his name on her lips.

‘More,’ she gasped, rocking back against his face in earnest now, any vulnerability long gone.

Torj obliged her, adding a second finger, his cock leaking at how good she felt, how good she tasted, imagining sheathing himself inside that addictive heat.

He was losing his damn mind with desire for her, his cock ready to spill right into his trousers.

Every time he thought his attraction to Wren couldn’t get any more intense, he was proven wrong.

‘Torj, I’m going to—’ She cut herself off with a cry.

‘Ride my face, Embers,’ he groaned against her skin.

Torj felt her contract around his fingers, and he sucked her clit through the throes of her release as she shuddered around him.

He nearly came at the sound of her orgasm alone.

Wren’s legs buckled and he extricated himself smoothly, holding her up, holding her close. But Wren twisted to face him, her hands at his belt.

‘I want to feel you, all of you, inside me,’ she murmured, buttons popping free beneath her fingers.

‘We should get back to our rooms,’ Torj managed, his breath stolen as a warm hand closed around his cock.

‘I think that ship has sailed, Bear Slayer,’ Wren said wryly.

She pumped him slowly, his whole body tensing in anticipation of the next stroke. Her hand worked him over until he was groaning into the crook of her neck, his balls tightening.

‘Need to fuck you,’ he growled, his hands sliding down to her backside again.

‘So fuck me, Warsword,’ she challenged.

He didn’t need telling twice. He picked her up and propped her against the plinth as she pulled her skirts up around her waist.

Torj aligned the head of his cock with her entrance, holding his breath, tensing his body so he didn’t lose control too soon.

Wren arched her hips towards him, and the tip of him slipped inside.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, watching the crown of his cock disappear inside her. ‘Embers,’ he rasped. ‘Look at this view... See how well you take me...’

There was nothing more erotic than watching Wren’s eyes widen at the sight.

‘Give me more,’ she panted.

Torj gave her another inch, slowly, savouring the tight heat of her around his cock. ‘Like this?’

‘Stop toying with me, Bear Slayer.’

At her command, he slid home, watching as she took every inch, watching as her head tipped back in ecstasy with a gasp.

Torj gripped her hips and thrust inside her again and again, curses spilling from his lips as he gave himself over to her. Sweat beaded on his brow as he moved, his muscles trembling with restraint while she pulsed around his shaft.

Wren freed her breasts from the top of her gown, cupping them with her hands and pinching her nipples.

‘Fuck,’ Torj muttered at the sight, feeling his climax build. Gods, she was perfect. So fucking perfect. He reached between them and stroked Wren’s clit until she was bucking against him, demanding more.

‘Torj,’ she cried out. ‘I’m going up in flames—’

‘Me too, Embers.’

Her walls contracting around him set him alight, and he erupted with a carnal moan. Pleasure rippled through him, a powerful tidal wave as he spilled himself inside her.

‘Furies fucking save me,’ he panted against her chest. ‘You’re going to kill me.’

She brushed a damp lock of hair from his eyes. ‘I’m not nearly done with you.’

He huffed a hoarse laugh as he slid himself free, and helped Wren steady herself as he let her down, tucking his cock back into his leathers with a grimace at the mess.

Wren fixed herself as well, and they both paused behind the plinth, listening for any sign of life beyond. All was quiet, which only made Torj cringe at how loud they might have been, how their moans might have echoed across the academy grounds.

‘That was reckless of us,’ Wren said lightly, peering out at the stone pavers.

‘I blame you and your wandering hands at the tavern,’ Torj quipped, nuzzling her neck, dropping a kiss to the sensitive spot there.

Wren leaned into his touch. ‘Perhaps next time we can fuck in a bed?’

Torj kissed her, hard. ‘I’ll fuck you wherever you want, Embers.’