Page 40 of Secrets and Starlight

The tether tightened, tying us further together as it strengthened into place. My magic glowed brighter still. Zayne’s eyes widened, and when he rubbed his palm against me, his lips curled into a snarl.

I rubbed myself against him, heat rising in my core.

More! I need, I need…

I reached out to touch him, but as I neared his cock, he batted me away. “Not yet. Let me claim you.”

Claim.

He already owned me, first my heart and now the tether. We were bound—what more could he want? I didn’t know. Couldn’t think. I fell back on the bed and surrendered.

“I need this.” He lifted his hand away, and I whimpered from its absence. He pressed his palms to my thighs, spreading them further apart, baring my sex for his gaze. In the absence of his touch, cool air kissed my moist lower lips.

Desperate, my hips lifted, searching for friction.

“Nobody can know you the way I do.” Zayne leaned forward and pressed my clit like a button.

I gasped, crying out at the onslaught of sensation.

“Nobody can pleasure you the way I can.” He touched me again, but this time, softer and with a swirl. “Ayla, you’re mine.”

I never knew being claimed could feel so good. I melted against his hand.

His fingers drifted lower, finding my entrance. He dipped a single finger within, hooked it, and swept it around my outer wall, probing. Pressure built within me, slower than before, but steady and growing stronger. His thumb found my clit as his finger pressed the sensitive spot within.

It felt good. All of it.

The tether pulsed between us, my desire rising higher as his chased after. We were bound, one and the same. I found his gaze as he pressed a second and third finger inside me, still thumbing my clit.

My body seized. I cried out.

It was so easy, so simple, to surrender to him.

To come undone.

I burst, light flashing as I fell over the brink of my orgasm. I thrummed, core clenching and hips writhing as I rode his hand, wringing forth every ounce of pleasure he so willingly gave me.

“That was good?” he asked as my trembling subsided.

I took a deep breath, unable to speak. Magic swelled in my hands, my light our constant companion. I ignored it. The fae part of me, that hedonistic ecstatic part of me, rose up, begging, already, formore.

“Ayla?” he asked, lifting his hand away.

I swallowed. “You’re so good at that I forgot how to speak.”

He smiled devilishly. “I will learn your body until I know it better than my own. I will discover what makes you moan, tremble, and squirm.”

My face heated. “That’s quite the—”

My words fell unfinished as he lowered his mouth to my opening, stealing the air from me. Fresh pleasure streamed through me, and I found the single word that mattered…

“Zayne, Zayne.” His name fell from my lips as another orgasm seized me. I quivered and released and…

And hekept going.

Pleasure pinched with pain, and I ran my fingers through his hair and lifted his head, moaning anew at the vision of him between my legs. I needed a break—no, I needed more. My gaze landed on his cock. “Can I touch you yet?”

“Soon.”

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