Page 120 of Elemental Becoming

“All this for me, Amara, darling?”

The way he looks at me—something holy, something wild, something that could bring him to his knees.

And he’d thank me for it.

I spread my thighs wider, never breaking his gaze.

His nostrils flare, his gaze dropping to the place between my legs—where the air kisses over my slick, aching center.

I see it—the way his control frays.

And it’s all because ofme.

“Take it, Thane,” I say, every word a command wrapped in velvet. “It’s all for you. Only you.”

A rough sound tears from him.

Then his mouth is on my neck again, feasting on me, biting and sucking until I’m gasping. I cling to him instinctively, my fingers twisting into the fabric at his shoulders as the bond pulses wildly between us.

His fingers slip between my thighs to that sensitive spot, pressing and circling, slow and devastating. His body shudders against mine.

“Break me,” he whispers roughly against my throat. “And I’d still crawl back to you.”

His hand slides to my lower back, and just like that, the pressure between my thighs deepens. When I think I can’t take another second of his fingers teasing me, he thrusts two inside, stretching me around him with a sudden, devastating fullness.

I gasp, my body clenching around him, and before I can stop myself, I nip at his ear, drawing a low growl from deep in his chest.

He curls his fingers inside me, dragging against something deep and shattering—and I slap my hand against my mouth to stifle the scream tearing up my throat. Stars explode behind my eyes. The pleasure builds, blinding and unstoppable, every breath slipping further from my control.

“That’s it, love,” he breathes into my neck, his voice rough as gravel, hot as smoke, every word burning through me. “I’ll touch you like this until you can’t remember your own name. Until you’re screaming mine.”

My body jerks against him, overwhelmed by the shockwave of need that tears through me. I bury my face in his shoulder, desperate to muffle the whimper clawing up my throat.

“Ahem.”

A low, purposeful throat-clearing—subtle, but enough to get attention.

I freeze.

Thane moves instantly.

His fingers slip away from me, my leg dropping from his hip as the folds of my gown slide down in one smooth, desperate motion. He shifts, shielding me with his body, his back facing whoever just caught us.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him move that fast.

He glances over his shoulder as I peek around him.

There, leaning casually against the stone archway, stands Rowena—grinning like the gods themselves just handed her blackmail.

Shit.

“Hello, little brother.”

Her voice sings with amusement.

“Fucking hell, Rowena!” Thane snaps over his shoulder, voice rough with still-fraying need.

I want to disappear.