Adina groaned as she turned, her eyes squeezed shut. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking groggily, the room coming into focus.

"T-Thorne?" She croaked out, her voice scratchy and low.

Thorne leaned closer, eyebrows pinched together. "How do you feel?" He asked quietly.

Adina winced slightly as she pulled her legs together. "Hmm," she responded. Her body ached in places she didn't know could ache, and every shift sent a dull throb through her thighs, her ribs, even her neck.

Thorne reached out, his gaze slowly dragging over her body. His rut had lasted for more than a week, and Adina was spent. There was barely any energy left in her. He had stuffed her full of cum and cock every single day, every single hour. Caelum managed to bring food and water, and even when she went to get the food left at the door, he had dragged her back and fucked her right outside the door. The only break she had was when he was asleep and when she slept.

It was tiring, excruciating, and somehow still the most addictive thing she'd ever endured. She enjoyed it. More than enjoyed.

Thorne's hand hovered just above her skin, trembling slightly before he allowed himself to touch. His fingers traced a bite on her inner thigh, then a bruise at her hip, then the faint scabbed lines along her ribcage where his claws had raked during it.

She looked like she'd been to war.

He swallowed hard. "Do you…" He swallowed again. "Do you hate me now?"

Adina's lips twitched faintly, and she smiled. "Do I look like I hated it?"

His head dropped slightly, jaw tight. "You can barely move."

"You warned me," she whispered. "I said I could handle it."

"You're not meant to handle it. You are fragile. I shouldn't have gotten so lost in my—"

"I meant to handle it. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be your mate. I'm not fragile either. Getting insanely ravaged by you wouldn't break me, and just so you know, I enjoyed every second of it. I wanted more. Want more."

Thorne's eyes darkened slightly, his rut may have finished, but relents still lingered. He shook his head as though pushing it away.

"No…don't." He growled lowly, and Adina giggled. She leaned forward, fingers slipping into his.

"Why? You had no problem stuffing my cunt filled with cock and your cum for days."

"Adina.." he warned.

"Making me leak out from both—" he clasped his hand over her mouth, eyes darker than the soul of the devil.

"Not another word."

Adina smiled and instead licked his palm, enjoying the way his eyes widened. "Gods, what have I turned you into?"

He yanked his hand away like she burned him. "You can't just—" he trailed off, the words caught in his throat.

Adina just grinned. "You like it."

His gaze dropped to her lips, then her chest. Her nipples had hardened under the thin silk sheet covering her. She clenched her thighs together. Gods, she was insatiable.

Thorne cursed under his breath and stood suddenly, pacing away from the bed like he needed to physically distance himself to keep from pouncing on her again.

"I should…" He rubbed a hand over his face. "You need to bathe. Eat. Sleep more."

"That, I need." She watched as he paced around and couldn't help but smile.

Then he stopped suddenly and walked towards her. Adina's brows furrowed. "What are you doing?"

"Bathing you," he replied as he gently hoisted her into his arms, the silk bedding cover slipped off her body, leaving her bare.

Thorne hissed, shutting his eyes as though he was trying to turn off his brain.

He carried her into his bathhouse, steam already rolling from the surface of the water. Surprisingly, the maids that were always present were nowhere to be found.

He then lowered her onto a stool beside the tub.

"I'll do it," he said, crouching before her.

"Thorne—"

"I'll wash you myself."

He helped her into the tub, the hot water stinging at first, then melting her into it. She groaned softly as she sank deeper, her head tilting back.

"Too hot?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Perfect."

Thorne rolled up his sleeves, then thought better of it and just stripped off his shirt entirely. He sat at the edge of the bath, cloth in hand, and started with her shoulders.

His touch was gentle, too gentle for a man who had just spent a week wrecking her from the inside out. The warm cloth slid over her collarbone, down her arm, lingering on every patch of bruised flesh.

"You're being soft," she murmured, her voice just above the sound of the water. "You weren't soft these past nights."

Thorne said nothing, but his jaw ticked.

He moved the cloth to her chest, carefully avoiding her nipples.

"Thorne…"

He glanced at her.

"Touch me."

He didn't move, just continued like he didn't hear her.

"I want you to," she added, her voice dipping low. "I like it especially when you can't help yourself."

His jaw clenched tighter, and for a second, she thought he'd resist. Then he dropped the cloth entirely.

Adina gasped as his hand slipped under the water, cupping one breast, then the other. His thumb brushed over a peaked nipple, then twisted it slowly.

She bit her lips hard as she arched into him.

"You're already hard," she whispered.

"Don't," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Don't what?" she asked innocently, water sloshing around them as she turned. "Don't talk about how you're still hard for me? After all the times you fucked me stupid?"

Thorne growled under his breath.

"You know," she whispered, eyes dark with mischief, "you could just pull me into your lap. I'll do all the work this time."

"Adina…" He warned, his eyes closing for a second, cupping his cock through his loose pants. She licked her lips, feeling him strain against her hand.

"I'll ride you so slow," she purred, crawling through the water toward him like a siren. "Wanna see me bounce on your cock while your hand's around my throat?"

"Y-you're sore," he managed to croak out, using every bit of sanity left in him to speak.

Adina peered up at him, blinking innocently. "I can take it. I can take your big cock splitting me in half." His grip tightened, and she smirked. "Are you going to keep resisting me?"

Thorne's breath hitched.

He looked at her, soaking wet, lips parted, eyes gleaming with sin and seduction. Something inside him broke. The last thread of restraint snapped.

He stood and stripped the rest of the way, his cock already thick and straining toward her. She didn't even get the chance to react before he was stepping into the tub, hauling her up into his lap with a roughness that made her moan.

"Keep talking like that," he muttered, positioning her right over him. "See what it gets you."

Adina gasped, clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

"Is this what you wanted?" he snarled against her throat, biting down, and she moaned loudly. "You like pushing me until I lose control, huh?"

She nodded, her eyes fluttering. "Love it."

"You're still leaking me," he rasped, pressing his thumb just into her cunt. "Still open for me."

"Only for you," she moaned.

He growled, gripping her hips. "Show me how much you can take."

She didn't need to be told twice.

Adina sank down slowly, both of them groaning in unison as he stretched her open once more. Her thighs trembled, her body still sore from the past week, but gods, it felt so good.

She moved slowly at first, rolling her hips, grinding down until he was buried deep inside her. Thorne's head fell back, a low curse slipping from his lips.

"Fuck… you're tight."

Her head dropped back, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut as she rolled her hips again.

"Gods, look at you," he growled, one hand sliding up her torso to cup her breast. "You're fucking ruined for me."

Thorne groaned, eyes locked on where they connected. "You're dripping down my cock, Adina."

Her lips curled into a teasing, sinful smile. "So? You fucked it into me."

His hand flew up and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her face down until their lips crashed, his tongue dominating hers possessively.

"You little tease," he rasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "You think I won't fuck you until you're crying again?"

She shivered, clenching around him at the threat. "Do it," she whispered. "I want you to."

His hand moved to her throat, gripping lightly, enough to make her hips stutter. Her tits bounced with every slow roll of her hips, each bounce making his grip tighten, eyes glued to the way she rode him. She was fucking unreal.

Then he twisted her nipple.

"Ah—!" Adina cried, her hips jerking.

"That's it," he growled. "Ride me. Take it like a good little mate."

She obeyed, speeding up just slightly, whimpers leaving her lips as the pleasure built again.

His other hand slid down between them, fingers circling her clit. "Come for me," he murmured, his voice low and deadly. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

She was so, so close. Her head dropped to his shoulder, moaning brokenly into his neck. "Thorne—I—"

But just as her body tightened, just as her orgasm teetered on the edge—

He stopped.

Adina let out a strangled sob, her hips bucking, chasing it, but it was gone. "What—no—Thorne!" she cried out, nearly in tears. "Why would you—"

Thorne's eyes were dark. "Because you don't get to come just because you want to," he rasped, "You come when I let you."

"Thorne—please—" she gasped.

"I warned you," he murmured, biting down on her shoulder with enough pressure to make her shudder. "You wanted to tease me? Ride me like a little whore and run your filthy mouth? Now you take it."

He held her in place and started thrusting up, hard and fast, "Oh gods—" she cried, her nails scraping down his back. "It's too much—Thorne—!"

Her body jolted with every punishing thrust. The heat, the water, the soreness, his cock stretching her open again. It was overwhelming. But she loved it. Her whines grew higher, pitchier, delirious.

"You'll beg for it," he growled. "Beg for your king's cock. For your mate's cock."

"Please," she choked out, tears springing to her eyes. "Please let me come—I'll be good—so good—I swear—"

"I—I'm your mate," she panted.

"Not good enough."

"I'm your little cockdrunk whore," she sobbed, her eyes nearly crossing. "Yours—just yours—please let me come—please—please—"

"Good girl," he growled.

He slammed into her one more time, burying himself deep into her as his fingers rolled tight circles on her clit.

She screamed his name as her orgasm hit her. Her cunt clamped down around him, milking his cock greedily. Thorne groaned loudly, biting her again as she trembled through it.

"Fuck, look at you," he murmured against her skin. "So fucked out and perfect."

Adina's head lolled forward against his shoulder, panting, her body spent and twitching.

But he wasn't done.

"You wanted to push me?" he whispered darkly. "Now take everything I give you."

Then, he fucked her through her orgasm. The overstimulation made her scream again, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Thorne—too much—" she sobbed.

"Shhh," he murmured, thrusting up again. "You can take it. You said so yourself, remember? You're not fragile."

Her breath hitched, her nails digging into his biceps as he chased his own orgasm. He growled her name like a prayer, and then he spilled deep into her, so much it mixed with the water around them.

Adina sagged against him, boneless, wrecked, and deliriously happy.