Chapter 35

Thorn finally knew the meaning of bliss the moment he tasted his wife in his mouth. She tasted exquisite—even better than he expected and imagined she would be. She was soft, warm, and wet. She was everything he imagined and more. He had been enduring since he started caring for her; he had been reigning himself in, trying to be a gentleman even when he was struggling to be one. He wanted her to be happy and not scared, so he endured his desires, but he could only endure so much until he snapped.

Wrapping one of his arms around his wife's bare thigh while his other hand was caressing the side of her waist, Thorn pressed his whole mouth against his wife's wet sex and sucked the little taut bud on her center.

He felt how she shuddered at what he did; he felt how she trembled in his arms when he pressed his mouth on her warm fold, but he never heard her voice. Thorn, who was sensitive when it came to his wife's reaction, had to stop tasting his wife to look u