Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 123

Grab Hold of My Horns

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Allison

The roar tears from Rhaziel’s throat, a primal sound that vibrates through my bones, echoing off the stone walls like thunder in a cavern. His eyes blaze with unrestrained fire, the midnight depths now swirling with silver flecks, and in one fluid motion, he surges to his feet in the bath, water cascading off his massive frame in rivulets that gleam like liquid silver under the candlelight. I’m still straddling his lap, our bodies pressed together, but he lifts me effortlessly, his powerful arms cradling me against his chest as if I weigh no more than a feather. His skin is cool and slick against mine, the ethereal blue glow pulsing brighter where we touch, sending electric tingles racing across my flesh. Our lips never part. His mouth devours mine in a fierce, unrelenting kiss-tongue delving deep teeth grazing my lower lip with just enough pressure to draw a gasp from me. I wrap my arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the wet strands of his midnight hair, trusting him completely. He’s a demon king, forged in shadows and power; of course he can navigate the room without breaking our connection Water sloshes over the tub’s edge as he steps out, dripping in pools on the floor, but he doesn’t care and neither do I. His tail flicks behind him, coiling with anticipation, and his strides are sure, predatory, carrying us across the chamber toward the massive four- poster bed draped in silken shadows.

He lowers me onto the mattress with exquisite care, as if I’m a fragile piece of glass that might shatter under too much force. The sheets are cool and soft against my back, soaking instantly from our drenched bodies, but the contrast only heightens the heat building between us. His hands slide down my sides, tracing the curves of my hips, before he gently but firmly parts my thighs, spreading me open before him. I feel exposed, vulnerable, yet utterly alive-the air kissing my most intimate places, already slick with desire. His gaze rakes over me, hungry and possessive, his horns curving sharply in the dim light, his arousal standing proud and intimidating between us.

“I won’t be able to stay gentle with you like this, hummingbird,” he growls, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sends shivers straight to my core. His claws hover at my inner thighs, not scratching, but close enough

to tease the promise of it,

I meet his eyes, my breath coming in shallow pants, and reach up to trace the line of his jaw. “I don’t want gentle right now,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the wildfire raging inside me. “I want you pure and

raw, Rhaziel. All of you.”

A wicked smile curves his lips, and he leans down, his eath hot against my skin. “Then grab hold of my fucking horns,” he commands, the words laced with dar command and raw need.

My heart stutters, but I obey, my hands rising to wrap around the base of those sleek, obsidian horns that

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