THIRD PERSON POV
Thorne sealed his female’s lips with the same intensity that had been eating away at him since dawn.
Maren’s taste had become a f*****g obsession, a drug running through his veins that made him incapable of spending even a minute away from her.
In the cramped space of the stall, Maren gasped against his mouth, desperately trying to recover a shred of sanity.
"Thorne... stop" she whispered between kisses, her voice trembling. "The class... someone almost caught us. We can’t…".
But Thorne didn't want to hear reason. His hands buried themselves in the skin of her hips, lifting her barely a few inches off the floor to feel the rub of her center against the hardness of his trousers
Thorne bit her lower lip one last time and laughed cynically when he felt her shudder, and
