It was past midnight, maybe 2-3 am.

Adina's body jerked awake, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her body was hot again, the familiar heat starting to spill over the bedsheets, making her uncomfortable and in pain.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape her lips, but to no avail. Her eyes squeezed shut. She needed something—anything.

"T-Thorne," she moaned louder this time. Her hand reached out blindly, grasping nothing but air and blankets.

"Adina," Thorne's voice was deep and hoarse with sleep. He was sitting on the chair where he had been since. His gaze settled on her, and his jaw clenched hard.

"Fuck," he groaned, reaching out to her. Thessara was right. The pill only worked for a bit. He touched her shoulder, and she seemed to come undone, her body trembling at a single touch.

She whimpered, her hand fisting the sheets. "It's—It's back. The spell, I—" She was panting now, her cheeks flushed, her lips wet from her restless movements. "It hurts."

"Fuck," he groaned again before his mouth crashed onto hers, and it wasn't sweet—it was wild. Her moan melted into his tongue as he slid his hand beneath the thin cotton she wore, cupping her breast, flicking over her taut nipple until she arched into him.

Her body trembled; she was going crazy with need. Every part of her needed his touch, needed his skin on hers.

His lips left hers, trailing wet kisses down her neck, throat to her shoulder.

"Ah..Ah, Thorne," she moaned loudly as he cupped her breast in his hands, fondling and squeezing.

"Thorne," she whimpered again, grinding her hips desperately. "Please—I need you. I need more."

"Then take it," he growled against her skin.

Her thighs fell open instinctively, and Thorne pulled the blankets off her with one hand. Gods, she was soaked, glowing with desire. Her body had already decided.

His hand dipped lower, fingers rubbing against her clit.

She cried out at the first stroke of his fingers, her back arching beautifully as her hips chased the sensation. "That's it," he whispered, rubbing circles against her clit, watching her unravel. "Take what you need."

He whispered lowly, two fingers slipping inside her.

"F-fuck," Adina moaned loudly, her body experiencing another kind of ecstasy she had never felt.

But it wasn't enough—not even close.

"I want to ride you," she gasped, licking her lips wet. "Please, I want you inside me. I need to move—I need to—"

She was already climbing onto his lap, eyes wide, pupils blown, her body trembling. He didn't stop her; he just leaned back, watching her strip off the thin nightgown with shaking hands.

"You're insatiable," he muttered, his voice dark with desire. "Look at you. Desperate little thing."

His trousers were already off, his cock hard and glistening with pre-cum. He stroked his length languidly as he watched her pull off the nightgown. She stood before him, fully naked. Her body was flushed, glowing, every curve shining in the moonlight that slipped through the curtains. Her nipples were tight, begging for attention, and her thighs trembled. She was specially sculpted by the goddess herself. A sight to behold.

Thorne's breath caught; this was his mate. His. So goddamn beautiful it made his chest ache.

"Fuck, Adina," he gritted out, "Get on me," he rasped, stroking his cock slower now. "Now."

Adina moved instantly, straddling him, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. She reached down between them, guiding his thick length to her entrance, rubbing herself along the head until he growled, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Don't tease me," he warned, his voice wrecked. "You're already shaking."

She shivered under his grip, eyes wide and glassy as she nodded. "I need you," she whispered.

Then she sank down on his cock, inch by glorious inch, and they both groaned, her hands clutching his shoulders as her body stretched to take him.

"Fuck, Adina…" he hissed, his head falling back. "You feel so…fuck…tight."

Her pace was frantic, her hips slamming down on him over and over. He met her thrusts, his control barely holding as she bounced in his lap, her breasts moving with every grind.

"More," she begged, nails digging into his shoulders. "Touch me. I need—"

He didn't wait. His mouth closed around her nipple, sucking hard while one hand rolled the other between his fingers. Her moans went from soft to shameless. She screamed loudly, her body shaking as she bounced on his cock.

"Thorne—Thorne, I'm—!"

He grabbed her ass, helping her move harder, deeper, watching her fall apart in his arms. It was fucking glorious.

"You feel that?" he growled, thrusting up hard. "That's mine. You're mine."

"Yes," she cried, her head thrown back, her hands tangled in his hair. "Yours—Thorne, gods, don't stop—"

He didn't. He flipped her suddenly, pinning her under him with her legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled her hands above her head with one hand and fucked into her deep and hard, his other hand rubbing her clit as he slipped in and out of her.

Adina's body trembled so hard, it felt like she was convulsing.

"Say it again," he demanded, his breath ragged. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," she gasped, tears clinging to her lashes. "Only yours."

He slammed his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss as he impounded relentlessly into her.

"Turn around," he growled into her mouth. "Hands on the headboard, on all fours."

Adina obeyed instantly, scrambling forward on shaky limbs. Her body glistened in the

dim light, thighs trembling as she pressed her palms to the headboard. She arched her back instinctively, offering herself to him, and Thorne nearly lost it.

This was the mating position, and gods, was she not perfect for it. He could pump her full with his cum.

He knelt behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other spreading her ass to see everything. She was soaked, so open, so ready for him.

"You were made for this," he muttered, stroking himself slowly. "For me. Every part of you."

Then he slid back in, slow and deep, and Adina choked on a cry.

"Thorne—"

He moved rougher this time, harder. Each thrust sent her forward on the bed, her fingers digging into the wood. Her moans were loud, animalistic, and shameless.

Then he leaned over her, his mouth brushing her ear. "Open your mouth."

She did without question. He slipped two fingers inside, letting her suck on them as he pounded into her from behind.

"That's it," he growled. "You love this, don't you? Love being used like this by your mate."

She whimpered around his fingers, moaning as he pulled them out, slick and glistening with spit, and trailed them down her spine.

He trailed his slick fingers lower, past the dip of her back, teasing the tight ring of muscle there. Her body stiffened, a soft gasp leaving her mouth as she realized where he was going.

"Shh," he soothed, still thrusting into her slowly, deeply. "I've got you. I'd never hurt you."

His finger circled her back entrance gently, just pressure at first, letting her get used to the sensation. She moaned, softer and needier, as she pushed back onto him, her body trembling.

"Thorne… gods—"

"I know," he growled, pressing the tip of his finger in as his cock sank deeper. "You want to be filled everywhere, don't you? Completely mine."

She nodded frantically, her breath caught in her throat. Her body was on fire, the pleasure was too much. Not enough. And everything all at once.

His finger slipped in slowly, until she was trembling so hard she could barely keep herself upright. He thrust deeper, curling his finger inside her at the same time, and she screamed.

Her entire body clamped down around him, her orgasm crashing into her. She fell forward, crying out his name, shaking, twitching, sobbing.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice breaking as he watched her fall apart. "So perfect for me."

And then he couldn't hold it anymore.

He grabbed her hips hard, thrusting into her one, two, three more times before he was spilling inside her with a rough groan, his body shaking with the force of it.

Adina had passed out again, but he knew it was all right. The spell was messing with her. He knew this.

He pulled her closer to him, kissing her temple. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick. "No one touches you. No one." His mind flickered back to what she told him earlier. No one touches her. Not even Elara would be spared.