Chapter 21
Skye’s POV
He pulled out of me slowly and the loss of him made me whimper. His hands left my body for a brief moment and I heard him exhale‚ long and controlled‚ like he was steadying himself. Then his hands were on my waist again‚ turning me to face him.
"Stand up straight‚" he said.
My legs were barely functioning. "Thorne‚ I don't think I can—"
"Stand up straight‚ Skye."
I straightened my body on trembling legs‚ using the counter behind me for support‚ and looked up at him. His tie was loosened‚ the top button of his shirt undone‚ and a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. His eyes were still that burning‚ molten color that wasn't quite blue and wasn't quite gold‚ and he was still hard‚ still thick‚ still very clearly not finished.
He positioned me sideways so tha
