Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 153795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 769(@200wpm)___ 615(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Dropping his head with parted lips, he finds my eyes again, and a look of hunger takes over him.
“Fuck,” he rumbles.
I can’t help but smile knowing that he’s surrendering control to me. Then I lean forward and wrap my mouth around him.
“Oh, fuck, Zaira.”
I glance up with my mouth closed around him, suckling as I swivel my hand. His mouth forms into a wide O, eyes clouding with lust. When I look down again, one of his hands falls to the back of my head. He tugs on my hair, forcing me to look back up at him.
“Don’t look away,” he pants. “I need to see you.”
I keep my eyes trained on him, moaning as I take him deeper into my mouth.
“Shit,” he says through partially gritted teeth, throbbing between my lips. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”
Before I know it, I feel the warmth of his invisible hand flip me onto my back.
“Not yet,” he murmurs with a crooked smile. “It’s your turn.” He leans down to kiss me ravenously, grinding hard against me, working both of us up, before breathlessly snatching his mouth away. “Are you sure?” he asks, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Yes.” I’ve never been more certain.
With that confirmation, he hoists my hips so they’re at an angle, then grips himself before carefully thrusting into me. My sharp gasp fills the air, followed by his guttural groan. I hold on to him tighter, fingernails piercing into his skin, as he sinks deeper.
I’m quick to realize Thane isn’t the kind of guy to rush through it. He takes his time—stroking slowly, sliding his hands up and interlacing our fingers, his flashing eyes holding my gaze with each thrust.
He groans as he drops his face into the crook of my neck.
I moan because he feels so much better than I imagined.
I never want this to end—this night with him. I want him to stay inside me. To keep going. To claim me over and over again if it continuously brings me this much pleasure.
He clutches my hips with his other hand, and that’s when I feel something graze my most sensitive area. Surprised, I draw in a breath. He lifts his head up, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Then that gentle touch lights me up again. I squeeze his hand, staring into his eyes.
This isn’t his invisible hand doing the work. It’s something else entirely. It feels connected to him. He uses it to stroke relentlessly, sending nothing but waves of pleasure through me.
“What is that?” My words are hardly audible because I’m breathing too hard, too fast, on the cusp of orgasm.
I shudder with pleasure when it happens again.
“Magic,” he rasps.
He releases my hands to plant his fists on either side of my head. His thrusts never stop. And neither does the sensation. It feels like someone is simultaneously massaging me while he fucks me. But, by some spell, it’s all him, and it drives my body wild.
He slams into me, the veins beneath his muscles bulging. He breathes hard, like he’s having a hard time controlling himself. Perhaps because he is. So am I.
With every rub, every slide, every stroke, I feel like I’m lifting higher and higher. I feel like we could touch the moon, the stars, and whatever else stands between us and the Crystal Realm. I’m drowning in pure bliss and pleasure, and nothing outside of us matters.
“Come for me, Zaira.”
Oh gods.
His voice.
It does something to me. The way he watches me does something to me. Everything about him does something to me. He doesn’t stop, not even when I clutch his forearm and throw my head back to cry out.
“Oh, shadows.” My hips buck to match the rhythm of his as I fall over the edge.
He groans with deep pleasure. “How beautiful it is to finally feel you come around me.”
Slowly, the magical rubbing fades. As it does, he lowers himself so we’re chest to chest. Then he crushes his lips to mine. This kiss is tender, passionate, and sweet as he strokes into me slowly. I can’t understand how a person so lethal can also be so gentle—so careful and satisfying.
I clench around him. He groans, delighted to feel it, then tears his mouth away so he can pull his hips backward. With a sharp hiss through his teeth, he pulls out of me.
“Oh, fuck.” He swiftly pumps himself before coming on my pelvis. “Damn, sweet one.” When he’s done, he sighs. I miss the feel of him already.
Planting his hands on either side of my head again, he hovers his face above mine, and our eyes connect. A brief moment of silence passes between us as we catch our breaths.
“You keep blowing my mind, mortal,” he murmurs in a playful tone.
I sigh happily as his lips drag over mine.