Thane breaks the kiss, and I mewl my protest at the loss of his lips, pouting with a frown. But he doesn't pull back, he plants his forehead against mine, his thumb tracing my moist, kiss-swollen bottom lip.
“You have no idea how much I want you, Willow Barker…” he drawls, his breath hot as it fans my lips, sending a shiver of awareness down my spine.
Thane moves his hand to my cheek, smoothing my scar with his thumb, reminding me that through using my witch powers, I'm healing.
Healed enough to be sure that I want him just as much as he wants me.
Healed enough to be certain that I'd rather be with him than risk losing him again.
“Then show me, Thane Savage,” I whisper, batting my eyelids seductively.
Thane bites his bottom lip, his eyes swirling with heady desire as he stares into my soul. “I like it when you're calling the shots,” he admits, and I wrap my arms around his neck, confidently cocking my head to one side, one brow arching.
“You do, huh?”
He nods slowly, eyes glowing as they take on a dark glint of desire.
“It's hot,” he admits as he begins working on taking off the buttons of my coat. “Putting me in my place the way you do.”
“Hm…” I hum as I lean back so he can remove the coat from my shoulders. Once he slides it off my arms, I'm left in a blouse with more buttons to undo.
I begin working on those buttons, giving him freedom to work on the single button on my denim jeans before he slides the zipper down, keeping his eyes on me the whole time.
“And where exactly is your place, Thane?”
“Right…” His hand slips beneath the waistband of my panties, slowly traveling his fingers down toward the apex of my thighs. “…Here.”
The moment his fingers connect with my bundle of nerves, a moan escapes me, drawn out from the depths of my desire and an aching need to have this. The burning longing to experience what his fingers can administer again, like the night my heat erupted, has my body pumping with anticipation.
The sensations rolling through my body set me alight, but it's everything, and too little all at once, prompting me to grab his face and crush my lips to his. The desperate kiss pulls him closer, has him scissoring his index and middle finger around my clit before he squeezes tightly.
The fine line between pleasure and pain is exhilarating, and the moan I let out borders on a scream that Thane drinks in as if he's thirsty. My hands fist in his hair as I greedily kiss him, needing more but unable to stop tasting his tongue as if it's my sustenance.
When we break the kiss, our breaths come out in hot, ragged pants, and it's only so he can remove the rest of my clothes. I'm still on the table, the biting cold of the metal on my ass cheeks a stark contrast to the heat of his touch as his fingers land everywhere on me.
He cups my breasts, squeezing my nipples until they erect from the rush of blood, the sensations rushing to my already drenched core. Our kisses are hot and sloppy, desperate and passionate as he roughly caresses my body until his hand is back at my core.
“Oh, Thane!” I gasp from the explosion of pleasure when a finger enters my aching hole, the apple of his palm pressing against my already swollen bundle of nerves.
My tight walls stretch around the single digit as if it's too much, and my heart skips a beat at the very thought of having his hard cock inside me. I break the kiss only to lean back, that thought haunting me as I meet his eyes, my fingers working on untying the drawstring of his sweatpants.
Thane catches on quickly, removing his hand from between my thighs as he begins removing his jacket first, then his sweatshirt, while I hook my fingers between the waistbands of his pants and underwear.
Biting my bottom lip, I let my eyes run over the smooth, taut skin that covers the hard-earned muscles that contour his midriff. Mesmerized by how immaculate he looks without a shirt on, my hand lifts absentmindedly to trace the curves of his abs.
A breath of pure fascination escapes my lips, the hard wall of muscle letting me feel the safest I've ever felt. I sigh with unimaginable relief, and Thane seems to pick up on what I'm feeling. A frown flits across his face as he cups my cheek, stroking the faint traces of a scar that isn't quite prominent anymore.
“Is everything okay?”
“More than okay,” I concede, and he leans in and kisses me while I slide my hand back to the waistbands and draw his pants down.
He has to help me get them all the way over his erection, taking the thick, veiny shaft in one hand when his pants pool at his ankles. He steps out of them and kicks them away, standing in front of me like a green-eyed Adonis, stroking his cock and gathering the precum from the tip to glisten the bulbous crown.
When my eyes drop to his erection, I'm gulping, hard, my walls clenching around nothing but the thought of what he might feel like inside me. Fascinated by what it looks like and the sheer girth of his cock, I reach out and wrap my fingers around the shaft. My thumb barely touches my index finger, and my heart pounds unsteadily as a flicker of fear shoots through my chest.
Thane cradles my cheek again, staring with solemn conviction into my eyes. “I know you're afraid,” he says as if he read my mind. “But you don't have to be. I promise to take care of you.”
I nod tentatively, my throat drying the longer I have my hand around his cock. “I trust you….”
