I moan, exhilarated that I can taste him again. He buries his fingers deep in my hair as his warm tongue parts my lips. I sigh as he kisses me harder, with so much burning passion it seems we’ll ignite.
When I rest my back on the bench, he straddles it—straddles me—and kisses the curve of my neck, my collarbone, my chest. This kiss is everything I’ve been craving since we were interrupted by the dragon. He guides the lower half of his body between my thighs, grinding his erection up and down in a slow, torturous manner against my thin underwear.
“I need to be inside you again,” he says in a ragged voice.
“Yes, please.”
I let out a small yelp as he picks me up in his arms and carries me across the deck to the nearest washroom. The door creaks when he pushes it open. The space is tight and small, but Thane manages to squeeze us both in and shut the door behind us.
He seats me on the countertop and consumes me again as he pushes the fabric of my tunic up and over my head while his magic tugs at the waistband of my underwear.
Cupping the back of his neck, I reel him in again and press my lips to his. A groan rattles in his throat as his real hand slides up my inner thigh. He skims that same hand up a bit more, grazing my sex. Bringing his mouth to the crook of my neck, he drags the pad of one of his fingers over my sweet bundle of nerves, and a shiver of pleasure runs down my spine.
“Fuck,” he growls after hissing through his teeth. “You’re always so wet, sweet one.”
He dips a finger inside me, followed by another. I writhe on the counter, a needy moan escaping me. I can’t stand the teasing anymore. I need him just as badly as he needs me.
I reach for his trousers and untie them, but his invisible hand stops me and pushes me backward so I’m pressed against the wall. Thane’s eyes flash, and something warm wraps around my wrists, pulling them to either side of me.
I attempt to free myself but can’t budge.
“Thane…”
Lowering to one knee, he pushes my thighs farther apart.
“I just want you to sit there,” he murmurs, bringing his face closer to my sex. “Don’t move. Just sit there and let metasteyou.”
Oh, gods.He’s trying to make me scream from such naughty words.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes pinned on mine as he pulls my bottom closer to the edge of the counter. Before I know it, his hot tongue is skimming through me.
“Oh my gods,” I gasp. Even though I know it’s coming, the feeling is completely unexpected. I’ve never experienced this before. The sensation is new and intense and…wonderful.
My breaths become wild, chaotic, as his tongue circles my bud and sends gratifying vibrations through my body. I squeeze my eyes shut, helpless moans bursting out of me as he burrows deeper.
“Open your eyes, Zaira,” he commands between licks. “Look at me.”
I peel my eyes open, panting raggedly as he cups my hips and devours me like I’m the sweetest fruit. Every lap of his tongue has the perfect amount of pressure. Every one of his groans makes mine increase in volume.
I feel the restraints around my wrists fade away the longer he watches me. As I gaze down at him, he slides a hand up my tunic and caresses my nipples.
“Thane…” My hips buck as he continues to stroke and suck. “Thane…please.”
His next groan is deeper. The rolling and kneading of my nipples only elevate the sensations. I’ve never felt so built up, so overwhelmed with pleasure to the point I’m afraid to let go.
But eventually, I’m left with no choice. Thane’s sole focus in this moment is to satisfy me. And it has arrived in full.
I clutch a handful of his thick hair and throw my head back to cry out in pleasure.
But does he stop there? No, he still circles his tongue in gentle swirls that make me twitch. Repeatedly.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, whimpering.
“Damn, Zaira.” He kisses my pelvis. “I swear watching you come for me will never get old.”
When he stands, I tug at the strings of his pants, wanting the real thing.
He chuckles. “So greedy.”
