JADE
Darkness risesin Logan’s expression again, but his darkness doesn’t look like anger, or cruelty, or anything else that darkness is supposed to look like. It looks like a starving creature that’s been locked in a cage for too long and just heard the door open.
He’s on me before I can take another breath.
His mouth is demanding against mine, his hands shove under my shirt and find skin, and my brain short-circuits because there’s no preamble, no slow escalation, noare you sure?
The deck is hard against my back as he pushes me down. My fingers dig into his shoulders. The electricity is already building, humming through my blood, silver sparks flickering at my fingertips?—
His whole body goes taut, and when he lifts his head, his eyes are dark and dangerous.
“On lotus island, your magic was dormant,” he says, and his thumb traces my hipbone, making me tremble from the contact. “It was like having you without trulyhavingyou. Now, I want to feel you. All of you. I want you to channel your lightning into me.”
My brain stalls. “You what?”
“I want to feel your lightning when I’m inside you.” His fingers find my waistband and pull it down, his hand sliding between my thighs. When he finds how ready I am, the low, guttural sound he makes deep in his chest almost kills me.
Electricity surges up from beneath my stomach, buzzing across my skin. Sparks leap from my fingers and crackle along his forearm where he’s touching me, and I flinch because I’ve been trained to pull it back, to contain it, to shove it into a glass sphere before it hurts someone…
But that’s not what he wants right now. He wants the power that killed hellhounds and split the sky apart. He’s looking at me like it’s not a weapon or a curse, but like it’s the best part of me, and he’s been starving for it since the island took it away.
So, I take his other hand, press my palm to his, andpushmy magic into him.
Silver crackles up his arm, his pupils blow wide, and the sound that comes out of his mouth isn’t pain.
It’s very, very much not pain.
“Yes.” He breathes the word like I’ve given him oxygen after drowning. “Just like that.”
His muscles loosen and tighten at the same time, his breathing quickens, and his hands grip me harder, as if my lightning woke up nerve endings that were sleeping before I touched him.
Then his fingers are curling inside me, and my hips arch into his touch as more electricity arcs off my skin. The silver light illuminates the veins in his arms, his shoulders, and his chest, turning him into a god carved from lightning and shadow, and his whole body shudders into it.
“More.” It’s a demand bitten out through gritted teeth, his fingers twisting inside me at the same time.
So, I reach under his shirt, press my palm to his chest, and release a surge of it.
His free hand fists in my hair and pulls, tilting my head back, his mouth finding my neck. But he’s shaking so much that he clearly can’t hold back any longer, because he moves my hand off his chest, fumbling with his pants and shifting his weight. And then his fingers are gone, and the thick heat of him is pressing against my entrance, pushing inside faster than I can process.
Silver light erupts along every point our skin touches, a current flowing between us, resonating in the base of my spine as his hips slam forward to fill me completely. He shudders, a full-body tremor, and the sound he makes against my throat is almost pained. It’s like he’s been starving for this—like my lightning is the only thing that makes him feel alive.
His forehead drops to mine, his arms shaking. “You have no idea what this does to me,” he says, and then he starts to move, and I have to clamp my hand over my own mouth because the sounds threatening to come out of me would wake every person below deck and probably some of the fish.
“Do it again.” His eyes are fever-bright and wild and so beautiful it hurts to look at them. “Don’t hold back.”
Electricity arcs from my fingers into his chest, and his entire body lights up. The current races through him like liquid silver, illuminating every vein beneath his skin, making him glow like he’s lightning wrapped in flesh. His back bows. His head tips back. His throat works around a raw, ragged sound that pulses between my thighs.
His hips stutter, then slam forward so hard the deck creaks.
“Again.”
I send another pulse, stronger this time. The silver light ripples across his chest, down his abs, and along his arms. He looks like a god. He looks like a monster. He looks like every dangerous, beautiful thing I’ve been told not to touch, and I havemy hands all over him and electricity surging from my skin, and I think I might become the storm itself.
“That’s it,” he growls with a feral edge that makes my toes curl. “That’s what you really are.”
Lightning explodes from my palms, the current ripping through him in a wave that makes his entire body convulse. His hips snap into me with bruising force, and his hand tightens in my hair until my scalp burns, the pain and pleasure blurring into a white-hot current that obliterates all thought.
“Logan, I’m?—”
