Chapter 40 #2
“Zaira.” Though his voice has a warning tone, his face is soft and vulnerable, as if he wants nothing more in this world.
“Shh.”
I pump his length, and he releases a heavy sigh, tipping his head backward. He grows even harder in my palm as a carnal groan unfurls from his chest.
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.
He kisses me once. Twice. Both are ever so sweet.
I want him to take me all over again.
He watches my face, searches it like he always does. It’s like I’m a book he’s constantly reading—like he’s hoping to figure out the plot twist before reaching the last page. But there are no twists. He just saw all of me. There is nothing to hide.
If only it were the same for him.
The skin between his eyebrows wrinkles, and he opens his mouth like he’s going to say something but closes it just as quickly. Before I can blink, he’s off the bed and heading to the room where the bath is. When he returns, he has a thin towel in his hand. I sit up, and he uses it to wipe me clean.
Once he’s done, I put my nightgown on again, then lie back down, staring at the ceiling. Thane does, too, while releasing a heavy sigh.
I look at him. He’s already watching me. His face is much more relaxed than it was before, but he still looks like he wants to say something. Reveal something. Instead of pestering him about what might be on his mind and ruining the moment, I slide closer and rest my head on his chest.
His whole body stiffens.
This is clearly a new thing for him, but I don’t care.
It feels necessary right now. I want him close.
I inhale his scent as I hug him sideways.
Slowly, his body gives into the hug, and he wraps his arm around me.
He’s warm and comforting…or perhaps I’ve been so lonely lately that I’m willing to accept any kind of embrace.
I sigh, way more content than I should be.
I can’t help it, really. It’s odd, but I feel safe in his arms. Safe…
with a damn outlawed shadow assassin. I could blame my feelings on some kind of mysterious spell he’s cast, but then I’d be lying to myself.
What I’m feeling for him is real—has been for days. I can no longer deny it.
As I drift off to sleep, I think I hear him say, “Mea trelanak.”
I don’t know much Thelasian; however, I studied the basics, and I remember those words very well.
I’m sorry.