"Thorne—"
"Shut up." His hand shoved between us. I heard fabric rip and felt cool air hit my skin and then his fingers were there‚ dragging through how wet I was‚ and he let out a sound against my neck that was barely human. "Soaking. You're f*****g soaking and you want to tell me you felt something with him tonight?"
"f**k you."
"That's exactly what's about to happen."
His belt clinked. His zipper came down. And then he was there‚ the head of him pressing against me‚ hot and thick and I could already feel how big he was just from the pressure and my body clenched in anticipation.
He slammed into me in one stroke.
"Oh my God—" I bit into his shoulder so hard I tasted the fabric of his shirt. My mother was inside. My mother was sleeping on the other side of these walls and I could not
