In the darkness of the Nightborne castle, somewhere in one of the dimly lit hallways, Thorne had me up against a wall. My instincts told me to stop, to run away from the devil but something deep inside me, something powerful and controlling told me to stay and to relish in the feel of Thorne.
He closed the distance between us and pressed his lips with mine. There was nothing tender in the way he held me or kissed me. No, certainly not tender. It was all wildness and passion, and a kick of something else entirely.
I made a desperate sound coming from the back of my throat as I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Our lips moved in perfect sync. He traced his tongue on the seam of my lips and greedily plundered in. The taste of him entered my bloodstream
