Take From Me

Take From Me
Mara

“I want you to see it,” he whispers so softly I almost miss it.

“See what?” I ask, my voice just as husky and soft.

He turns to look over his shoulder for just one moment, taking in the landscape of dead trees. When he turns back to me, his eyes are softer, but still vigilant. “What you do to the land.”

“Oh.”

His eyes drift toward the tub, to where the water is still sending steam up into the air. I step closer it, holding my hands over the surface. Warmth immediately seeps into my palms, and I just know that it will feel so good to sink in there.

Thane moves, holding onto my waist again, helping me into the tub. My spine shivers, my muscles relaxing in the heat of the water.

I moan, sitting down until my back hits the wood and I can lean my head back on the ledge. The water feels so good, I struggle to keep my eyes open.

I hear shuffling, then feel Thane’s heat as he kneels beside the tub. I frown. “Are you not going to get in here with me?”

He shakes his head, eyes traveling down the length of my body. “This is for you.”

My heart begins to race in my chest, that familiar heat and need concentrating on my clit. It’s so real, so painful that I shift my ass on the bottom of the tub.

Thane notices, lifting golden eyes to mine. “Keep your eyes on the trees.”

I do as he says, moving my gaze toward the forest ahead of us.

He moves closer, lips grazing against the column of my neck. I gasp at the contact, unsuspecting and yet anticipating. His fingers graze across my collarbones before slowly making their way down to my nipples. He takes his time, caressing each one until I need more.

My clit is begging for attention, my skin hot and my hips moving out of their own accord.

I take my eyes away from the trees, looking over at Thane. “I need more.”

He smiles against my neck. “Keep your eyes on the trees.”

I groan in protest, but do as he says, my pussy clenching around nothing as he presses his tongue on the most sensitive part of my neck.

With a gasp, I reach for his wrist, pulling his hand down from my nipple to my clit.

“You want me to touch you there, my oracle?”

The magic flashes so intensely that I feel like I won’t be able to breathe until he touches me. “Please.”

“You need to come?”

I whine. “Yes.”

“You need to make a mess on my hand?”

“Thane!”

He chuckles again, pinching my clit. It hurts, but the pleasure that follows blinds it. I orgasm hard and fast. My breath leaves my lungs and I cry out, feeling as if all my nerves are on fire.

It rattles me, my body convulsing as he soothes my clit with soft circular touches. I’m so sensitive just from his touch that I start to feel the pain again. It courses through me, and I welcome it. Needing more.

He lowers his fingers, inserting one and slowly thrusting it in and out. I’m melting, coming down from the intensity of my orgasm. It’s then that I see a flicker of green out in the distance.

In the sea of everything dead and black, life comes. I stare in awe, my mind aware of what my body can do. What the magic inside of me can do when I let it out in pleasure.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

Lyssara’s voice is full of awe, and tears begin to fill my eyes. This. This is my purpose. It’s so much more than sex, so much more than stepping out of my comfort zone.

Thane’s tongue wraps around my ear, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down my spine. He adds a second finger inside me, stretching me open, and my hips follow in on the movement.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “Take from me. Take everything you want.”

I lift my head from the edge of the tub and look at him, letting my eyes focus on his golden one.

His lips part as if he were going to tell me to look at the trees again. I press a finger to his lips and shake my head. “Let me look at you now.”

His nostrils flare in response, jaw clenching. I hold myself close to the rim of the tub, settling myself on my knees. I keep my attention on him, riding his fingers as I look at him, as I let myself get lost in his golden eyes. I trace the line of his jaw, then down his massive shoulders.

His arms are big, protective, and it sends a wave of heat down to the pit of my stomach.

He’s beautiful.

They all are, but Thane is heartbreakingly beautiful. His long hair frames his face, the beard over his jaw adding a rugged touch to his otherwise crazy beauty.

My thighs begin to tremble, the beginnings of my orgasm building.

“My light,” Thane whispers, pressing his thumb to my clit.

It does me over and I collapse over the edge as my orgasm takes over. Thane catches me, pressing his lips to mine as I cry into him. I shudder, trying to catch my breath, trying to catch my bearings again when he pulls away.

I’m left cold, searching for him as he steps away.

He’s fast as he rips his shirt off, pulling his pants down.

And then I’m left speechless, dumbfounded. “Fuck.”

He looked down at me, auburn hair shifting off his shoulders. His chest heaves and he wraps his head around the base of his cock. His… enormous cock. He jerks his hand up and down a couple of times, tilting his head to gauge my reaction.

“It’s not going to fit.”

He lifts an eyebrow and then looks down at himself, still jerking his hand in slow movements. “You’re pussy is mine, my light. It will fit.”

I shake my head. “I-”

He walks back over to me, standing in front of the tub, his cock right in front of my face. I stare up at it, taking in the vein in the middle, the sheer size of it. I reach for him, wanting to know if I can even wrap my hand around it.

I can’t.

Thane moans deep in his throat, and the sound, along with the feel of his velvety skin, makes my pussy clench with need.

Fear wants to grip my throat, but I sense my magic curling around it.

“It is possible, my light.”

I want to tell her that she is insane.

“I have taken him. All the way. And we are the same. He is yours. And you are his.”

I close my eyes, unwrapping my hand from his girth and standing, letting the water rush over me. Thane follows my movements, wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me out of the tub.