Black Thorns: A Dark New Adult Romance (Thorns Duet Book 2)

Dear Yuki-Onna,

I touched you.

In my dream, I mean. Let’s take a moment to thank the Lord and all of his angels that I didn’t think I would ever be grateful to.

For the first time since forever, you didn’t vanish into thin air right after you blew me and you let me sink my fingers into your inky hair. I want to be a dick and say that it resembles Sadako from The Ring, but I will rein in the assholish tendencies today.

Because your hair? Yeah, it definitely felt like smooth silk and all the beautiful shit I didn’t think I believed in.

Apparently, I’m that fucking sappy and I totally believe in pretty things. Or maybe I only believe in them when it comes to you. Give me my grumpy self back, Naomi.

Anyway, you slowly slid up my hot and bothered body like a kitten and I swear to fuck, I can almost hear you purring. Oh, and did I mention you were naked? Nice to meet you, Naomi’s body, we’re definitely going to be buddies going forward.

You should’ve told me you had tits that could turn a saint into a sinner and a nun into a whore because, holy fuck, I totally wanted to stuff my face in them and never come out for air. But I settled with only touching them and teasing you until you moaned. And, yes, I was careful, not because I didn’t want to give us what we both wanted, but because I was dreading the moment you’d vanish and I would have to wake up all alone without your tits—I mean you.

But you didn’t go.

You even dry humped me, making me hard in an instant all over again, and fuck, I never liked something I should be so embarrassed about. And I had to drag you to my camp and yank away the seductive look in your eyes and rise up to the challenge you were taunting me with.

So I grabbed you by the arm and flipped you onto your stomach and then ate you out. I feasted on your pussy as if I were a dying man and you were my last fucking meal. And your taste? Yeah, it’s something I will be telling stories about to my Grim Reaper.

But what I loved the most is the erotic sounds you made. The way you moaned, “Please, more…please, fuck me, make me cum…I’m all yours. This pussy is yours…”

And fuck me, those sounds almost made me ejaculate without friction. But I didn’t, because I had a mission; one that included ripping all the sounds from you. So when I felt you clenching around my tongue, I released your pussy, parted your ass cheeks, and moved on to your back hole, then thrust my fingers into your dripping cunt.

Yes, I’m filthy, but not as much as you are because you came around my tongue moments after I ate your ass.

Best oral I’ve ever given. And I’m not a giver.

I was so ready to let my dick have his turn with your soaked cunt, but then you disappeared. Fucking again. And I had to wake up, dripping in sweat and with my hands strangling my cock. Oh, and I had cum all over my stomach.

Not cool, Naomi.

Next time, the least you can do is stay until the end.

Preferably never let me wake up.

Your dirty, dirty pen pal,

Akira