Suddenly, she’d been taken back to the hours before the initiation test, where she’d gripped that arrow as Hawthorne fucked her against the tree, his beautiful, tattooed body bare in the dappled moonlight. Pleasure, and something deeper, had rolled through her as he’d moved inside her, as he’d moaned her name against her lips. ‘Once was not enough, Thea…’ he had groaned after wringing a shattering climax from her that left her trembling. ‘Not nearly enough.’
