He pulls his hand out of my underwear and flips me onto my back in a blink. “I’m going to trust your word on that,” he murmurs, searching my face. “Shall I?” He tugs my nightgown over my head and then gently starts to remove my underwear.
“Polite of you to ask.” I tilt my hips, and he slips them off. When his mouth claims mine, I force him out of his undergarments, then slip from under him so I can be on top. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, mounting him and catching him by total surprise.
He stares up at me, eyes glazed. One of his hands slides up to my breast, and he squeezes, playing with my nipple, while the other curls around my waist. I rock on top of him, and he expels a ragged breath, eyes roaming my body. For once, he looks powerless, desperate, like he would rather die than be anywhere else but here.
I lean down to clasp his face in my hands and kiss him again, swallowing his groan as I grind my hips. He’s unbelievably hard right now.
When I feel like I’ve worked him up enough, I lower between his legs and settle on my knees. He watches as I lick my palm and then wrap it around his shaft.
“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 wideO, 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 feelsconnectedto 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 bodywild.
