Desperately [M]

I feel no energy in my legs, nothing but a pleasant numbness, a deep ache spreading through me, making it impossible to stand. The second I try, my knees buckle, but, of course, he catches me—just like he always does.

His strong arms wrap around my waist, keeping me upright, steadying me.

I feel him pull out, and the sensation makes me whimper, my body shuddering with aftershocks. The warmth that leaks from me, the way my muscles tremble—it's almost too much. The obscene sound of it, the way he groans under his breath, as if reluctant to part from me, sends a fresh wave of heat rolling through my body.

I want more.

I could go again—I want to go again.

Thorne must sense it, because he chuckles, low and knowing, his hands lifting me easily, cradling me against his chest as if I weigh nothing.

I melt into his arms, burying my face against his shoulder, inhaling his scent, his pheremones letting them wrap around me like a second skin.