The Token 7: Thorn (A Token Novel)
“I feel sublime.
It is slow this time, our lovemaking. I don't think either of us understood what we were starting in my apartment just days ago.
Now he takes me as if he'll lose me. He savors each touch.
Thorn sets my weapons on the nightstand, and it’s just he and I. Kiki is out getting supplies for the short time I'll be here.
The quiet is profound—swollen—as he strips off my clothes.
My skin is still damp from the shower as I lie back and toss my arms behind me.
Thorn accepts my unspoken invitation. He slides my shirt up and over my head, leaving it in a knot behind me. I keep my arms where they are.
When sex isn't a maneuvering technique or something required, it becomes organic. Each caress builds on the last, our breathing propelling us like two mountain climbers toward that mutual peak of ecstasy.
I can lie here and not think.
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