The first press inside makes us both groan.
She’s so tight, so warm, and I have to force myself to go slow—to let her adjust.
But she doesn’t want slow.
Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper, and I sink into her fully—buried to the hilt.
We both freeze.
Just breathing. Just feeling.
Then she rolls her hips, and I’m lost.
I set a rhythm—slow and deep at first, watching her face for every reaction.
Her eyes flutter closed. Her mouth falls open. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
Every thrust sends a ripple of Ether through the room, silver light pulsing beneath her skin.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a kiss, and she moans into it—the sound vibrating through me.
“More,” she whispers. “Jace,please—”
I give it to her.
I move faster, harder, angling my hips until I find the spot that makes her cry out.
And then I add my magic.
A focused current of air, cool and deliberate, swirling around where we’re joined—brushing against her clit with every thrust.
Bree’s entire body arches off the bed, a shocked gasp tearing from her throat.
“Oh god—Jace—what—”
“Feel good?” I manage, barely holding on.
“Yes—don’t stop—don’t youdarestop—”
I don’t.
I keep the rhythm steady, the pressure constant, and I watch her climb—teetering on the edge of something bigger than either of us.
The air in the room moves with us now, warm currents spiraling around our bodies. The Ether flares brighter with every thrust, and I feel it threading through me—binding us together.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her ear. “Let me feel it.”
And she does.
She shatters beneath me, crying out my name, her body clenching around me so hard I nearly follow her over.
But I hold on.
I need to see it. Need to feel it. Need to memorize the way she looks when she falls apart.
When she finally stills, breathing hard, I press my forehead to hers.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”
