THORNE'S POV
Maren’s taste was an addictive nectar that was stealing the little sanity I had left after her suicidal display behind the wheel.
My tongue traveled along her neck, tracing the line of her jaw and losing itself in the hollow of her ear, collecting the sea salt mixed with the intoxicating scent of her excitement while my hands sank into her wet flesh.
Every time my lips brushed the mark I had imposed on her, I felt Fenris purr in my chest, claiming victory.
I squeezed her tighter around the waist, feeling how her curves molded to my soaked body.
She moved against my c**k with a desperate friction that made me growl in her ear. I didn't care about anything; I knew this beach was a desert of sand and palm trees; no one would come to interrupt us.
I could possess her right h
