Adina woke up to heat.

She didn't even realize when she slept off, if not for the scorching heat plastered to her back. She blinked groggily, her body coated in sweat. It had only been an hour since she was last awake. She passed out seconds after her breathing settled, not bothering to clean up.

She turned and froze. Thorne was right behind her, chest bare, body rigid. His skin steamed like he was being cooked from the inside. His eyes were shut tight like he was having a nightmare.

"Thorne?" Adina whispered, sitting up. "Thorne… are you okay?"

There was no response; he only twitched slightly.

Adina's brows furrowed. She reached out slowly, her hand brushing against his forehead. His skin was burning. She frowned, worried, and went to shake him gently.

"Thorne," she called out again.

Suddenly his eyes shot open, his gaze locked on hers. It wasn't their usual golden orbs but instead they were pitch black.

"Thor—" she didn't get to finish her words as he grabbed her wrist instantly.

She gasped, startled, eyes wide. "Thorne."

He snarled, deep and animalistic.

Before she could scream, before she could blink, he moved. In one violent motion, he shoved her face-first into the bed. Her cheek hit the mattress, her breath caught as his body caged hers.

"Thorne—! What are you—?"

His chest slammed into her back, his hand clamped around her wrist, pinning it to the sheets above her head. His hips pressed into hers, and she could feel it.

His cock. It was hard, heavy, and already leaking.

"Thorne," she panted. She hadn't even cleaned up from their last session. She still had his cum inside of her. "W-wait, I need to—"

But he growled deeply and bit her shoulder hard. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make her arch with a cry.

"Stay down," he rasped. "Stay fucking down." His voice was rough and ragged.

Adina's breath hitched.

His grip on her wrist didn't ease. If anything, it tightened, until her fingers curled against the sheets. He wasn't even trying to be gentle. This wasn't the Thorne she knew.

His cock dragged against her soaked folds, heavy and hot, brushing her overstimulated cunt.

"Thorne," she gasped, her voice trembling.

He wasn't listening. He pressed into her cunt, grunting. It was unbelievably slow, like he wanted her to feel every inch of him pushing back inside her already fucked hole.

"You're soaked," he growled in her ear. "Still leaking my cum from earlier."

Adina whimpered, tears already leaking from the corner of her eyes.

"Was one round not enough?" he snarled. "You were begging for my cock an hour ago. Now look at you. Dripping, open, and ready for more."

"P-please," Adina stuttered as his cock stretched her. She felt full, messy, filthy.

Thorne snarled behind her, his cock sliding deeper into her soaked cunt with devastating pressure. The stretch was brutal, so much bigger than earlier. He felt like he was tearing her apart from the inside.

Adina sobbed into the sheets, her fingers clawing at the mattress. "T-Thorne—too much—"

"You'll fucking take it!" he snarled, shoving his cock into her all at once.

He didn't give her a second to breathe. His hips slammed forward again, making her jolt with a strangled cry.

"You feel that?" he growled, his voice thick with a madness that didn't sound human. "Feel how tight this little cunt is? Like it's choking my cock. Begging for me to ruin it."

Adina couldn't respond. Couldn't even think. Her mind was fogged with sensation.

He gripped her hips and pulled her back against him, thrusting deep enough she screamed. He was merciless. Like she was just a hole to be used.

Adina choked on a moan, her legs trembling from his thrusts. Her eyes rolled back as his cock hit deeper than it ever had. She wanted more. Needed more.

"M-more," she stuttered out, "and more."

His pace quickened. Adina couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Her vision blurred as Thorne used her like a ragdoll, his cock slamming into her with ruthless, animalistic thrusts.

The sound of wet skin slapping against the other filled the room.

Her legs were shaking. Her body was so sensitive, so raw, it was hanging by a thread.

She was close.

"Thorne," she sobbed brokenly, gasping. "I—I'm gonna—please, please let me—"

He stopped.

Adina let out a strangled cry when he pulled out. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing him, but he didn't give in. He just hovered behind her, panting heavily.

"No," she whimpered, turning to look at him. "Don't stop, please—please, I was about to—"

He flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing.

"Ride," he snarled, his voice barely human. "Get on."

Her heart jumped. "W-what?"

"Fucking ride me."

He grabbed her by the waist, dragging her forward. His back hit the mattress, his cock standing tall, angry, and leaking between them. Without waiting for her, he lifted her and dropped her down on it—hard.

Adina screamed.

He was deep. Deeper than before. The angle sent him dragging against that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her thighs trembled as she fought to keep herself steady.

Thorne gripped her throat. "Ride," he growled.

She obeyed without thinking. Her body moving instinctively. Her thighs burning, tits bouncing wildly with every movement. His hand tightened around her neck, and she swore she saw stars.

"Look at you," he grunted. "So desperate for my cock you'll do anything. You'll let me use you, however I want. My own personal fuckhole."

Tears streamed down Adina's cheeks. She loved it. Way too much.

He let go of her throat and grabbed her tits, squeezing. His fingers twisted one nipple, making her cry out.

"You like that?" he snarled, thrusting up into her as she rode him. "You like being used like a fucktoy?"

Adina couldn't speak. Her mouth hung open, tears slipping down her face from the overstimulation. She bounced harder, chasing her high like her life depended on it.

Thorne sat up beneath her, chest to chest now, his hands gripping her ass and driving her down harder.

"I should knot you," he hissed in her ear. "Should keep you stuffed for days. You'd like that, won't you?"

Adina nodded rapidly.

"Have my cum dripping out of your cunt, loose and open for me."

She moaned loudly, her body twitching at his words. Oh, she wanted that so much.

"Do it. Do it. Do it," she cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as she bounced on his cock like a woman possessed.

Thorne's claws dug into her hips, and suddenly, he stopped her mid-motion, holding her still.

"Take it," he growled, and then he slammed up into her, so deep she nearly screamed. His cock thickened inside her, the base swelling rapidly, locking her in place.

Adina's eyes flew wide.

"Oh—oh fuck—fuck—"

Her legs kicked out as the knot pushed inside her. Her orgasm hit like a wave, her scream catching in her throat as her body seized around him. Her cunt clamped down, milking him, her entire body jerking.

Thorne growled, the sound echoing even outside the room, his fangs bared as his cock pulsed inside her, spilling thick and hotly into her.

"Mine," he hissed, biting her neck, the same place he marked her, drawing blood as though he were marking her for the first time. "Fucking mine."