Page 76 of Tempest Blazing
I laid her down, following her onto the mattress, reclaiming her mouth as my hand slid beneath the waistband of her pants. She gasped when my fingers found her, already slick and swollen.
"Kane," she moaned, arching into my touch.
"So wet for me," I murmured against her throat, circling her clit with deliberate pressure.
Her magic flared brighter, those golden-purple flames licking across her skin, meeting my own elements where they sparked from my fingertips. I slid one finger inside her, then two, feeling her inner walls clench around me as I curled them forward.
"Yes," she breathed, hips rising to meet my hand. "Right there."
I worked her with precise, measured strokes, watching her face as pleasure built. My thumb pressed against her clit as my fingers moved inside her, finding that spot that made her whimper. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.
"Look at me," I commanded, needing to see her. "I want to watch you come."
Her eyes opened, hazy with desire but locked on mine. I increased the pressure, the pace, until her body tensed beneath me, her magic surging as she cried out, her release pulsing around my fingers.
But it wasn't enough. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, and I needed more—needed to taste her. I sat back, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her pants. "I need these off. Now."
She lifted her hips, helping me slide both her pants and underwear down her legs. I tossed them aside, then reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head. Her bra followed, leaving her naked and glorious on the bed.
"Beautiful," I breathed, running my hands up her thighs, spreading them wider.
I lowered myself between her legs, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. She shivered, her hands finding my hair again. I breathed in her scent, intoxicating and perfect, before my tongue made a long, slow stroke through her folds.
"Oh gods," she gasped, her back arching off the bed.
I devoured her like a man starved, my tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders, her fingers tightening in my hair. My magic responded to her pleasure, earth and water elements combining to intensify every sensation as I sucked her clit between my lips.
"Kane, I'm going to—" Her words dissolved into a cry as she came again, her thighs clamping around my head, her body shuddering beneath my mouth.
I worked her through it, gentling my touches as the aftershocks rippled through her. When I finally pulled away, her hand reached for me, tugging me up her body.
"I want to see you," she said, her fingers finding the buttons of my shirt.
I let her unfasten them, one by one, until she pushed the fabric from my shoulders. Her hands traced the contours of my chest, sending sparks of fire magic dancing across my skin.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her fingers tracing a pattern down my abdomen to the waistband of my pants.
Her hand pressed against the bulge straining against the fabric, and I couldn't suppress a groan. She unfastened my pants, sliding her hand inside to wrap around my cock. The contact nearly undid me.
Gods, how I wanted to bury myself inside her, claim her completely. The instinct to mate her, to bind her to me forever, roared through my blood. But she didn't know—couldn't understand what that meant. For Fae like me, the first joining with a true mate was binding, eternal. She deserved to know that choice before making it.
I kissed her deeply, partly to silence the truth I couldn't yet speak. "The exams tomorrow," I said instead, the half-truth bitter on my tongue. "We both need rest. This isn't something to rush."
"Then let me at least give you this," she said, her hand tightening around me as she drew me free from my pants.
I couldn't deny her—or myself—this much. I positioned myself at her side, my fingers finding her center again as she stroked me. We moved together, finding a rhythm that built rapidly toward release.
"Together," I said, feeling my control slipping as her hand worked me perfectly. My fingers circled her clit, dipping inside her occasionally to gather her wetness.
Her breathing quickened, matching mine. "I'm close," she gasped.
"Let go," I urged, feeling my own release building. "Come with me, Tess."
Her body tensed, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as her orgasm took her. The sight of her pleasure, the feel of her coming undone against my hand, pushed me over the edge. I spilled into her hand with a groan, my magic surging uncontrollably as my release crashed through me.
For a moment, our magic merged completely—fire, earth, air, and water tangling with her golden-purple essence. The connection was so intense, so perfect, that I knew without doubt she was mine. My mate.
We lay there, breathing hard, our magic slowly separating like oil from water. The raw need that had driven me here began to ebb, replaced by something sharper—clarity. Regret. I'd lost control. Completely. Utterly. The realization hit like ice water.
