THORNE'S POV
Fighting against my own nature had become an unbearable torture.
For a long time, my ethics and my position as a professor had been my shackles; but the moment Maren’s lips clashed against mine, all the chains broke.
The taste of her mouth was like ingesting the purest and most addictive drug the world could offer.
"Dammit, Maren..." I whispered against her mouth, losing the trail of my words among her low moans.
I couldn't contain myself. I bit her lower lip with a controlled force, feeling her shudder beneath my body, and I buried my tongue in her mouth again, searching for her with a hunger that frightened me.
Maren did not lag behind. Her hands rose urgently to my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair and pushing me harder toward her, as if she couldn't be close en
