“Theo—oh god—”
I add my fingers, sliding one inside her, and she’s so tight and hot around me that I nearly come just from that. I curl my finger, findingthat spot that makes her cry out, and work it relentlessly while my mouth focuses on her clit.
“Please—I’m so close—”
I add a second finger, stretching her, preparing her, and increase the pressure of my tongue. Her hands are in my hair, gripping hard enough to hurt, but I don’t care. I want her to lose control.
“Come for me,” I murmur against her. “Let me feel you.”
She shatters.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her entire body arching off the counter as she comes undone. The Ether flares so bright it illuminates the entire kitchen like daylight. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, pulsing with her release, and I work her through it, prolonging it, until she’s gasping my name and pushing weakly at my shoulders.
The glow lingers in the grain of the wood, fading like embers.
When I finally pull back, she’s trembling, chest heaving, eyes unfocused and glazed with pleasure.
Beautiful.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and capture her lips in another kiss so she can taste herself on my tongue. She whimpers against me, hands fumbling with my belt, still shaking from her orgasm.
“I need you,” she breathes against my mouth. Her voice trembles, wrecked and certain all at once. “Inside me. Now.”
I help her with my belt, shoving my pants down just enough to free myself. I’m so hard it’s almost painful, and when she wraps her hand around me, stroking once, twice, I have to grip the counter to stay upright.
“Bree—”
“Now, Theo.”
I lift her off the counter, turning her, pressing her forward over the wooden surface. She braces herself on her forearms, looking back at me over her shoulder, pupils blown wide, hair falling around her face.
The sight of her bent over like this, presenting herself to me, nearly makes me lose it before I’ve even started.
“You’re sure?” I ask, even though I’m barely holding on. My cock is pressed against her entrance, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to just slam home.
“Theo.” Her voice is desperate, pleading. “Please.”
I grip her hips and push inside in one slow, deep thrust.
We both groan.
She’s impossibly tight and hot and perfect around me, and I have to pause, breathing hard, giving us both a moment to adjust. The feeling of being inside her is almost overwhelming—not just physically, but magically. I can feel our connection blazing, the Ether binding us together.
Then she pushes back against me, taking me even deeper. “Move.”
I do.
Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching the way her body takes me, the way her fingers grip the counter edge white-knuckled. The Ether coils tighter around us with every thrust, silver light pulsing in rhythm with our bodies.
“Harder,” she gasps.
I obey, setting a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the kitchen. Each thrust drives her forward slightly, and she braces herself, pushing back to meet me.
The visions come in flashes—silver light, her face beneath me in a dozen different moments, futures branching out from this single point. The bond between us blazing like a star, permanent and unbreakable.
“You feel so good,” I groan, one hand sliding up her spine, feeling her arch beneath my touch. “So fucking perfect. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”
She’s making sounds I’ve never heard before—desperate, needy, completely uninhibited. Each moan, each gasp of my name drives me closer to the edge.
