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“Whatever you want. All of it,” he answered, bunching the fabric of her skirt in his hands and dragging it up.

“All of it?” she repeated, her nails skimming down his abdomen, where she dragged them along the waist of his pants.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped, his mouth moving along her shoulder, her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts. “All of it.”

She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his pants, and pulled out his cock. Her touch had him jerking beneath her, already seeking her warm heat. Her head tilted as she met his gaze again, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips. For a fleeting second, he thought she was going to take him in her mouth. She’d yet to do that, and he had no idea what would make her suddenly do it now.

But she didn’t slide to her knees. She leaned back more, dragging a single finger up the underside of his cock, making his thighs tense and darkness burst free, swirling lightly around her. Her eyes fluttered closed for the briefest of moments, some of her light reaching out to tangle with his magic.

Theon’s fingers dug into her hips as he tried to lift her, but she pressed her knees into the cushion beside his thighs, keeping herself in place.

“Tessa,” he growled. Then he let out another hiss as her palm rolled over the head of his cock.

She leaned forward, the fabric of her top brushing against his chest. One of his hands left her hip, reaching to tug at the neckline.

“Did you know the Source Marks work both ways?” she asked casually, her hand sliding down his length now until she gripped the base.

His head snapped up as he tried to process that through the lust in his veins and the heat of her touch. “What?”

“Scarlett told me before she returned to her own world,” Tessa went on, her fingers closing around him now and pumping up and down.

Up and down.

She paused on her next pass, a smirk filling her face before there was a sharp tug on his magic, his darkness going to her willingly, more entranced by her than ever.

“Tessa…” He started to push out of the chair, but a bolt of lightning had him dropping back into the seat, a hissed curse coming from his lips.

She was lifting on her own now, hovering over him before she dragged her wet cunt along his dick that was so hard it was painful.

No undergarments.

Fuck. Me.

“For the love of the gods, sit on it already,” he snarled, again trying to move her where he wanted her.

Where he could feel her surrounding him.

Where she would be at his mercy.

Where he would have control.

Instead, he found his magic pushing him back into his chair with a hard shove.

Hismagic.

His darkness pressing against his shoulders, keeping him in place.

What the fuck?

“It’s terrible, isn’t it?” she sighed dramatically, dragging herself along his length again, sucking in a sharp breath as she ground her clit against him.

“What’s terrible?” he asked, his eyes dropping to watch where she was moving against him. His hands shoved at her skirt, pushing it out of the way.

But then she was taking his chin between her thumb and forefinger, her nails digging in as she yanked his face up. “Eyes on me,” she said with faux sweetness. “This is for me, not you. Now focus.”

But how the fuck was he supposed to focus when she ground against him again, her fingers toying with the hair at the back of his neck, while her other hand smoothed along his jaw?

“Tessa, please,” he rasped.