Chapter 22
Thomas had been thrust into a magical world where every dream he’d ever had was coming true.
After what seemed an eternity apart, finally Clio stood in front of him, her creamy skin glowing.
His fantasies of the past few days didn’t compare to the headiness of this reality.
Her lush body on display for him to watch, touch, pleasure, and claim.
Because she already possessed him. Heart, body, and soul.
That was certain. And this fiercely independent, powerful woman was asking him to lead her down a road that would irrevocably bind them together.
‘Climb on the bed and lie on your back.’
Clio didn’t hesitate. She followed his orders without question.
He joined her.
‘If you want me to stop, tell me.’
Her eyes had grown heavy-lidded with desire. ‘I don’t want you to stop.’
Thomas smiled, her hungry gaze feeding his own needs. ‘If you like something, tell me. If you don’t like what I’m doing…’
‘I will tell you. Honesty. Always.’
‘Good girl.’
Something flared in her eyes. Arousal. Rebellion. She didn’t want to be a good girl. Luckily, he liked her wicked.
‘You have the most beautiful breasts.’ He ran the back of his fingers over her nipple.
The skin puckered into a point he knew tingled with burning need for more friction.
She arched her back, wordlessly begging for something harder.
‘What do you want me to do to these pretty nipples?’ He leaned closer.
‘Kiss them?’ Saying the words against her tightening skin, he pressed his lips softly over one nipple, then the other.
‘Yes,’ Clio hissed. She squirmed beneath him.
‘Suck them?’ He followed his own advice, swirling his tongue over the ruched bud, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
‘Yes,’ she demanded.
‘Bite them?’ He nibbled, then nipped as heat shimmered around them. Her body tightened like a string. He didn’t need to touch her folds to know she was dripping. That her intimate muscles were clenching around nothing when they wanted to tighten around him.
‘Tell me, where are you aching for me, Clio?’
She opened her beautiful mouth, but no words came out. Perhaps she didn’t know them.
‘Here?’ he asked, trailing his fingers through her curls and teasing her entrance. ‘In your sweet pussy?’
‘Yes.’
‘Tell me.’
‘I want you in me…’ She faltered.
He nipped her shoulder hard enough for her to hiss.
‘That won’t do. Tell me where.’ His voice grew hard.
‘In my pussy.’
Hearing the coarse word from her beautiful mouth had a surge of need sweeping through him. He ground his teeth together, willing his body to remain under control. He wanted to feel her fall apart before he let himself spend inside her.
‘Soon. But first, I want you screaming my name, Clio.’ He went to work, teasing her with soft kisses on her throat, rough hands on her breasts, gentle caresses over her sweetly curved belly, nips along her hip bones. ‘Hold on to the headboard.’
When she quickly complied, he was rocked. To know such a fierce, independent woman so willingly followed his lead humbled him.
‘Dear God, I will never cease worshipping you, Clio.’
He was determined to make her first time something she could treasure. And every time after this.
‘Spread your legs.’
She glanced at him, her amber eyes flashing with wicked intention as she deliberately tightened her thighs.
Thomas lifted a brow and tsked. His witch wanted to play. He would give her what she wanted. Always.
Gripping her hip, he tilted her to get access to her luscious arse. Swatting her hard enough to sting, she arched. Sparks skittered over her skin like stars glittering in a midnight sky. Good God. Never before had it been easier to judge a woman’s pleasure.
‘Spread your fucking thighs, Clio.’ One day, he would spank her properly until her pale skin turned pink with pleasure.
But as she followed his instruction, his concentration broke.
Her sweet lips were swollen and pink and dripping.
His mouth watered for a taste. He gripped each thigh, making room for his shoulder as he licked a long, delicious swipe.
Pleasure burned at the base of his spine.
His bollocks tightened as his cock grew even harder.
Feasting on her, he speared her channel with his tongue before finding the sweet nub holding Clio’s secrets.
He nibbled and sucked, licked and laved until heat poured off Clio like a furnace.
He knew she was close. Pushing one finger into her clenching channel, he continued to work her clitoris.
She was so tight around him, he feared he might hurt her.
Slowly, he fit a second finger, plunging in rhythm with his tongue.
When he curled his fingers, coaxing her to climax, she writhed.
‘Thomas!’
Her orgasm drenched his fingers and tongue, and need took over.
Clio was burning and she called forth the heart of her flame, wanting more, wanting everything.
‘I want you, Thomas. Now. Please.’ As someone who never begged for anything, Clio would have been appalled at her desperate plea if she wasn’t so consumed with need.
‘Tell me if you need me to stop.’ He rose over her like a god, his body hard and chiselled, his mouth glistening with her pleasure, and his cock a steel length between them.
But she didn’t care if it hurt. She didn’t care if he split her in two, separating her body from her soul; she just wanted him inside her, a part of her, fused together.
‘I need you. All of you. Now.’ It was her turn to command him. If he did not follow her orders, she would consume them both with her fire. And wasn’t that a marvel. To know he could withstand her witch flame without burning. That it became part of him just as he became part of her.
He knocked her legs wider with his own, gripping her hips and tipping her pelvis. Her body still hummed from the blinding orgasm he delivered with his tongue and fingers. The head of his cock nudged her swollen entrance, and he paused.
She held his gaze, nodding as he pushed in slowly, stretching untried muscles.
The burn was almost painful, but Clio was born from flame, and she welcomed him into her depths.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, landing on her hip, searing her as he continued his slow, deliberate, determined assault on her senses.
She clenched her muscles around him, her body pulling him deeper.
Until he hit her barrier. He pulled out, just as slowly as he entered, scraping over raw nerves.
A fresh rush of wet heat eased his movements.
‘Are you sure?’ His words were gravel, his eyes burning with need and fear and love.
‘Yes,’ she willed him to move. To make her his as he was already hers.
In one hard thrust, he breached her final barrier.
The pain blended with a blinding pleasure that sparked in her core, her nipples, the sensitive skin behind her knees, her clitoris.
He filled her then held still. It was glorious and overwhelming and more than she could ever imagine.
She tried to move, wanting more, wanting everything, but his body pinned her to the mattress.
‘Wait, love. Let your body adjust.’
He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and like magic, her tight muscles slowly melted around his pulsing cock, acclimating to his size as they breathed each other’s air in heavy gasps.
Brushing a palm over her breast, he kneaded the sensitive flesh.
The sweet sensations echoed where her body embraced him.
He dipped his head to suck on the tender tip, creating new sparks of need cascading through her body.
With heartbreaking tenderness, he pulled out, dragging his heavy cock through her aching flesh and pushing back in, harder.
With each thrust, pain ebbed, and pleasure flowed.
‘Yes.’ She changed the rhythm as he lunged deeper, tilting her hips to meet him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him tighter.
He slammed harder, hitting a place that flashed white light through her body.
Her power pulsed and glowed beneath her skin, seeping into Thomas until they were twin flames, intermingled, separate and the same, feeding one another and growing hotter as she began to shatter around him.
‘Come with me,’ she demanded, letting go of the headboard, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down, needing his weight to hold her steady.
His hips moved like a piston as he plunged deeper. Harder. His engorged flesh dragging against her swollen clitoris as he splintered her into a million pieces. But she didn’t break alone. He fractured with her, melding together in a crucible of acceptance and desire.
‘Clio!’ His hoarse cry filled her as he froze, his cock growing harder within her, pulsing out his essence. She took what he gave her, giving him all of herself in return.
Clio’s spirit was floating somewhere in the ether. Slowly, it descended like a cloud as she became aware of Thomas’ delicious weight on top of her. She buried her nose in his neck and inhaled soap, spice, and salt.
His low grumble vibrated against her chest. ‘My God.’
A spark of joy fizzed within her.
‘My goddess.’ She snuggled closer, wanting to cocoon herself within his arms until she was ready to emerge, a new creature.
‘Yes. You are. My goddess.’ He pulled away, and she felt the loss of his heat. Standing, he padded naked to the bowl of water and pitcher set on her nightstand.
‘What are you doing?’ She quirked a brow and enjoyed the view of his powerful, naked body in the moonlight. His skin still glowing.
I did that. We did that.
Ellie’s words came back to her: ‘He provokes your magic. You can share your elemental power with him. Your abilities extend to him when they shouldn’t.’
Thomas provoked more than just Clio’s magic. He provoked her trust. Her love. Her respect. She shared more than just her fire with him. She shared her body. Her heart. Her essence. And tonight, her power filled him just as he filled her.