Day old stubble drags along my neck, as his lips find that soft, vulnerable place just below my ear. My body answers before I can think, arching back into him, and that’s all the invitation he needs. Both hands catch my arse, gripping hard enough to pull me back into him, sinking himself in deeper until I stretch around the full, solid size of him.
Dropping my hands to his biceps, I latch on to the flexing muscle as he sets a brutal, perfect rhythm, and my Threads do the same—spreading out like vines, grabbing hold of anything they can find and pulling, pulling, pulling.
God, I’ve never felt this way before, this insatiable hunger, power.
He’s here, inside me, all over me, the pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and filling me whole, but still I needmore.
“Talen,” I plead as a gust of wind punches down overhead. “I need?—”
“I know.”
Before I can finish the thought, his weight shifts, one arm hooks beneath my knee, lifting my leg higher against his side.The change is immediate. My hips tilt, my back presses harder into the bark, and when he drives into me again, the angle hits so deep my whole body seizes around him.
“You’ve no idea how many nights I’ve laid awake dreaming of fucking you like this.” He moans against me.
I can’t answer. I can’t do anything but whimper, my fingers digging into him hard enough to sting as though he’s the only solid thing left in the world.
The moment my grip tightens, his breath catches and turns ragged, and the sound that leaves him is almost pained, sending a bolt of pure need straight through me.
I never want this to end. Not the heat of him. Not the stretch. Not the way he holds me against the tree like he could keep me here all night and still not be finished with me.
His next thrust catches high and forward, pressing right into that sensitive front wall, and my eyes roll back before I can stop them.
Panting now, my own inhales start to fracture into small, helpless pulls as the remnants of my last orgasm reignite.
And it isn’t only the thrusts.
It’s everything. The drag of him inside me. The weight of his body pinning mine. The base of him grinding against the oversensitive ache his fingers left behind.
It's more pleasure than anything I’ve ever felt. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, only that every nerve, every Thread, every impossible part of me is brightening past the point of control.
And he just holds the angle.
Keeps the grind.
Keeps taking me with the same devastating pressure again and again until there is nowhere left in my body for the tension to go.
“Talen.” I cry out, eyes slamming shut as another gust of wind punches overhead. “I’m going to?—”
He drives in again and my whole body locks.
The next orgasm rips through me and my back bows off the bark, legs clamping around him as pleasure and power twist together in a ruthless storm of ecstasy that has my magic erupting, violent and bright, bursting open beneath my skin, every Thread lashing out at once, grabbing at the night and pulling, pulling, pulling?—
“NO!”
The fear in Talen’s voice slices through my mind like glass shattering against stone, and my eyes flare open just as he rips himself away from me.
My feet hit the ground and the sudden movement ruptures something between us. Magic blasts outward, straight into a bush a few feet away. With a deafening crack, it bursts into flames and burns so fiercely that within seconds all that's left is a blackened husk, smoking in the night air.
What the fuck?—
Turning back to Talen, the blissful haze that had been rushing through me only seconds ago vanishes and cold floods in, taking its place.
He's already watching me, but something's wrong.
His mouth hangs slightly open. No hunger. No desire. And his eyes?—
No gold.
