I look up at Thorne’s handsome face and I feel the air change between us. Suddenly the thing that is always swirling between us is here again, but I can see in his eyes that this time he won’t do anything unless I want him to.

An image of my grandfather touching my hair flashes into my mind, and how I froze, and couldn’t do a thing. Not a thing. His power over me makes me feel sick inside, but I straighten my spine. No, I won’t let him win. He won’t break me. I won’t let him spoil what I have here. Right now. With the most beautiful man in the world.

Fuck him!

This is my life.

He has ruined enough of it.

No more.

I reach out and touch Thorne’s mouth. With a muffled oath, he grabs me and lifts me up before claiming my mouth in a passionate kiss. It is the kiss of a starving man. I claw at his clothes, pulling at his shirt, hearing buttons pop.

I still can’t believe he loves me. He loves me! It seems too incredible to believe. These last two days are like a dream. So many things have happened and now … this. This amazing man. Mine? I need more time before I will truly believe it, but this is a good start.

Thorne pulls his mouth away from mine, and disrobes me. My nipples are hard. He lays me on the bed. His hands pin me to the bed while his mouth plunders my pussy.

“Oh God,” I groan.

My hands fist the sheets when he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard, swirling his tongue around it. My hips rise off the bed, and he pushes them back down. His mouth is relentless, his tongue dipping down to my ass and returning to my clit to flick and suck, never slowing, never stopping.

Voracious man.

Already I can feel an orgasm building deep within me. As if he feels it too, he plunges his tongue into me. My breath comes in gasps as he brings me to the edge. My body writhes on the bed. I’m so close I feel as if I’m drowning.

“Thorne,” I beg.

When I am one touch away from exploding, he flicks his tongue over my clit. I go blind with pleasure as the orgasm travels down my spine. I arch off the bed, pressing my pussy against his mouth. I feel a flood of wetness leave my pussy as I come all over his mouth. He licks me through my orgasm until I am limp and spent.

With a final lick, he crawls up my body and hovers over me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

He just drank my juices, but for some weird reason I suddenly feel shy and exposed. He watches the heat spread across my chest and neck, then he swoops down on my open mouth. His kiss is possessive and fierce and I feel his complete ownership of me. Using the same sucking action he did while eating my pussy.

I can taste myself on his tongue.

“I love how wet you always are for me,” he murmurs, as he dips a finger into me.

I arch into him, loving the feeling of his thick finger. I squeeze onto his finger, and it feels good. Real good. I can already imagine what it is going to feel like when Thorne is inside me again, jammed deep inside me. He slides two fingers into me and moves them back and forth, while my body becomes used to the sensation. He pulls out and I whimper in protest. He pushes into me again, and there are more fingers now. He has three fingers inside me. The idea of so much of him inside me excites me.

My eyes widen and he pauses to let me adjust.

The feeling of being impaled on his hand, of just being held down on the bed overwhelms me. I know that I can ask him to stop, but I don’t want him to. It feels so different from his cock. Full, but in an entirely different way. He slides out a little while watching me, and I moan restlessly. He pushes back in again.

“You like this?” he asks.

“It feels amazing,” I breathe.

He starts a slow rhythm and my eyes close. I hear myself saying yes, yes, yes. Over and over while his fingers move faster and faster inside me. Suddenly he twists his hand, and my whole world goes white. I scream. I know I do, because I hear myself as I float inside a cloud of white bliss. My orgasm doesn’t just come once. No, it comes again, because he continues to fuck me. I splash all over his hands and soak the bedclothes. Everything is pleasure.

The high fades and I return to my body. Small spasms rock my body.

“That was beautiful,” I whisper.

“And you’re fucking perfect.”

“I love you so much Thorne,” I whisper.

“I love you even more, Chelsea,” he replies.

Then he grabs my legs and presses them towards my chest. I am totally open for him. He kisses my wet thighs.

Then he enters me.

“Oh, God,” I cry. It sounds almost like a prayer. And it is. A prayer of thanks. After everything I’ve been through, I’ve finally come home.