“Shh,” I murmur against her thigh. “Let me.”
I kiss my way higher, and with every press of my lips I send another current of air ahead of me—cool and teasing, building anticipation.
By the time I reach the apex of her thighs, she’s trembling.
I blow a soft, deliberate breath directly against her center, and she cries out—hips bucking.
“Please,” she gasps.
I don’t make her wait.
I press my mouth to her, tasting her fully, and at the same time I let my magic work—gentle currents of air swirling around her clit, alternating pressure and temperature while my tongue moves inside her.
She shatters almost immediately—crying out, one hand flying to my hair and gripping hard enough to hurt.
I don’t stop.
I work her through it, tongue and magic and hands all coordinating until she’s gasping my name, thighs trembling on either side of my head.
When I finally pull back, she’s boneless—chest heaving, eyes glassy.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
I grin against her thigh. “We’re just getting started.”
I kiss my way back up her body, taking my time. Her skin is flushed, warm under my lips, and the Ether hums around her—silver threads weaving through the air.
When I reach her mouth, she kisses me hungrily—tasting herself on my tongue.
Her hands move between us, fumbling with the waistband of my pants.
“Off,” she demands.
I laugh—breathless and desperate—and help her shove them down. They tangle around my ankles and I kick them away, finally bare.
Bree’s eyes drag down my body, lingering, and when she reaches for me I have to catch her wrist.
“Wait,” I grit out. “If you touch me right now, this is going to be over way too fast.”
She smirks—just a little. “That bad?”
“Worse.”
But she doesn’t listen. Her hand wraps around me, stroking slowly, and I nearly come undone right there.
“Bree—fuck—”
She leans up, kissing me while her hand moves, and I’m lost.
I reach between us, sliding two fingers inside her, and she gasps into my mouth—hips rolling forward to meet my hand.
We move together like that for a while, learning each other’s rhythm. Her hand on me. Mine inside her. Breath and heat and magic tangling between us.
The Ether flares brighter, reacting to the building pleasure. My air magic spirals through it, and I feel it—the way our powers thread together, weaving something new.
“Jace,” she whispers against my mouth. “I need you. Now.”
I pull my hand away, positioning myself between her thighs, and she guides me to her entrance.
