Too tight?—
I feel like my lungs are going to burst and my thighs clamp around his hips.
Then—
Gone.
The next sound that tears from my lips isn't even a word.
The orgasm crashes through me in hard, blinding waves, my magic flaring so fast I feel like it might break me apart, but he doesn't stop. He holds me there, and just when I think I can't take any more, the pleasure swells again, building straight into the next wave.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans, teeth dragging rough against my neck as his fingers slow, gentle now, guiding me back down. “I could die listening to those sounds.”
I can’t even think, let alone reply, all I can do is stay there—wrecked, loose-limbed, held up by the heat of him and the rough bark at my back.
Then I open my eyes.
And the expression on his face ruins any chance I had of recovering.
His jaw is stiff, his breathing is worse than mine. But it’s his gaze that undoes me—fixed and almost savage with restraint.Like something feral pacing behind bars that's just waiting for one word before letting itself loose.
My pulse, which had only just started to settle, kicks up all over again.
Because he doesn’t look satisfied.
He looks starving.
I don’t wait for him to ask. I don’t wait for him to think. I don’t want to give him even a second to change his mind.
With my legs still wrapped around him, my hands move between us, frantic and clumsy, dragging up the soft cotton of his top and the second I find the bare muscle of his stomach my Threads answer in a hundred places at once, spreading and multiplying until every part of me is bright with them. Beneath my touch, his abs tense and the restraint in his face fractures. Then his mouth is back on mine. Hard and consuming while his hand slides along my neck, up my cheek and into my hair, tugging back to deepen the kiss.
Unbuttoning his trousers with shaking fingers, I pull him free.
There’s no teasing. No waiting. No room left for either of us to be careful.
His hips snap forward, and he takes me whole in one powerful thrust.
The blissful shock tears a breath from both of us and my magic is pulsing now.
Bracing one hand behind my head, he hooks his other under my thigh, lifting me higher, changing the angle and driving back into me again. I gasp.
“I don’t know how to stop wanting you,” he murmurs, easing out of me. “Tell me I get to keep you.”
Holding my gaze—the gold in his eyes still just as unnaturally bright—the same unsettling thought from before threatens to seep in, but I push it back and lean forward.
“You never have to stop,” I whisper, nipping at his ear.“I'm yours.”
The words land and his grip on me falters as a shudder runs through him.
“Say it again.” His command comes out strained, dragged through gritted teeth as he holds himself back, every muscle in him trembling with the effort.
“I’m yours.”
“Fuck.” His gaze darkens, and whatever self-control he'd been clinging to snaps as he buries himself into me with one long, powerful thrust.
My head falls back against the tree.
“I’m yours,”I repeat, and cry out as he slams into me again.
