Bal ing her fingers in his shirt, she tried to communicate her urgency. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth and bit her gently. It did nothing to assuage her. Her nipples hardened to tight peaks, and she wanted his mouth on them, wanted him touching her bare skin. She broke her lips away from his and let her head fal back. Her fingers stil fisted in his shirt, and she wanted it gone. “Naked. ”
The word was more a ragged expression of utter need than a conscious spel , but the golden sparks of her magic answered anyway. Their clothes fel away, dropping to the floor at their feet.
“How the hel did you—” He choked on a startled laugh, but groaned when she rubbed her breasts against the crisp hair on his chest.
Her heart pounded in her ears, her blood rushing so fast she felt faint. “Touch me, Merek.”
“I am. I wil .” His lips moved down her throat until he could bite down on the sensitive tendon that connected shoulder and neck.
A strangled cry broke from her, need fisting her insides. She captured his hand and slipped it down her torso. He fol owed her lead, his palm sliding obediently over her skin until he dipped between her legs. “No, I mean touch me. ”
“Gods, ” he breathed. He pul ed back to meet her gaze, his eyes heavy-lidded and molten silver with lust.
The heel of his hand rubbed her clit, making her nerves jump at his touch. Both of their fingers pierced her core, stretched her. His voice became guttural. “You’re wet for me.”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her body arched into their hands, and she guided their movements within her drenched pussy, hot magic from both of them ratcheting up her pleasure. She was going to come; she could feel the clench and release of muscles deep within, building and building until she quivered on the edge of orgasm.
She snapped her fingers around his wrist and jerked his hand away. His eyes widened in surprise when she shoved him onto the bed on his back. After the pain and chaos of last night, she needed to be in control, needed to take, to ravish, to make him groan her name in that deep voice of his.
He seemed to understand because a slow, sexy smile curved his lips, and he licked her cream from his fingers before he tucked his hands behind his head. “I’m al yours, sweetheart. Enjoy.”
“I’m going to.” She let a fingertip drift down the centerline of his chest. “I hope you wil , too.”
“Oh, I guarantee it.” The heavy muscles in his arms, pecs, and abs flexed as he settled back against the pil ows.
Gods, he was gorgeous. She wanted her hands on him, her body rubbing against those hard angles, her sex fil ed by his long cock. Grinning, she leaned forward to lick his flat brown nipple. It tightened against her lips, and he hissed out a breath.
Hot power rushed through her that she could make this man react to her so strongly, that he was wil ing to let her use him for both their pleasure. It was headier than any magic she’d ever known. A shiver rippled along her nerves, and her pussy clenched in a helpless spasm. She grazed his nipple with the edge of her teeth and he jerked beneath her, groaning. The sound vibrated through his chest and against her lips.
Her hands moved over his skin, her fingers toying with his other nipple until it was a hard little nub like the one she teased with her mouth. Her other hand slipped down his stomach, her nails scraping a light circle around his navel that had him cursing between clenched teeth.
She hummed in pleasure at his lack of control. Not enough, though. She wanted more. Stroking over his muscular thighs, she touched him everywhere but where she knew he wanted. His hands came down to fist in the sheets, but he made no move to stop her, to take control away from her.
Glancing up at him, she saw that his eyes were pinched closed, a flush of lust running under his tanned flesh, his skin stretched tight across his sharp cheekbones. His teeth were bared in a grimace of what could have been pain if it weren’t for the harsh sound of need that ripped from his throat.
She fol owed the path of her fingers, kissed her way down his chest, sliding her tongue along the hard ridges of his abs, swirling around his bel y button. He sucked in a sharp breath, and she nipped at the taut flesh beneath his navel. His body went rigid, a shudder rippling through his muscles.
Beads of pre-cum slipped down his hard shaft. The ragged sound of his panting echoed in the room. She smiled against his skin, and final y put him out of his misery. A delicate lick at the head of his cock made him strangle on a choke, and the salty flavor of him burst over her tongue.
Her fingers curled around the base of his dick, stroking the soft flesh and the hardness within. She sucked him into her mouth, relaxing her throat to take as much of him as she could. Working him with her hand and her mouth, she had him gritting out swear words, his big body arching into her. It turned her on even more, made her breathing almost as rough as his. The scent of him, of her, of sweat and sex, intoxicated her. She didn’t know how much longer she could last—her own wetness slipped down the insides of her thighs, her pussy fisting on emptiness she wanted fil ed.
“Chloe,” he groaned, and the grin that tugged at her lips was smug.
She let him slip from her mouth, then blew a cool stream of air on his moist skin. “Yes. That’s my name.”
“Chloe!” His body jerked upward, and she heard the sheets rip in his hands.
“Say it again.”
“Sweetheart, at this point I’l beg if you want. Fuck me. I want to be inside you right now.” His voice strangled when she licked him from base to crown, pul ing him between her lips, scraping him lightly with her teeth. “Chloe!”
She could almost hear his self-control snap. His hard hands bit into her hips as he jerked her into place over him. His cock pressed for urgent entrance, and she pushed down as he shoved upward. They cried out as he was seated exactly where they both wanted him to be. He fil ed her so wel , his thick cock stretching her channel until she couldn’t hold back a low sob.
Tingles raced over her skin, and she knew she wouldn’t last long. A few thrusts, and she’d go flying over the edge. She almost whimpered at the mere thought. Sweat beaded at her temples to slip down her skin.
She rocked herself on him, taking his cock deep with each rol of her hips. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down, couldn’t savor it. Now. She craved it, the release only he could give her. Now. Bracing her hands on his chest gained the leverage she needed to move faster, to take him deeper.
“Chloe,” he breathed her name like a prayer, his fingers clenching on her waist as he worked her on his cock.
Their skin slapped together with each movement, the crack of sound fil ing her bedroom. Gods, it was erotic. She couldn’t even draw enough breath to tel him. Her skin felt too hot and so tight she thought she might explode out of it. Contractions built deep within her, her inner muscles clenching around his dick in one long spasm.
He rotated his pelvis under her, and she splintered into orgasm. Throwing her head back, she screamed.
Her nails scored his chest, and a wave of magic she couldn’t contain rol ed from her, only to have Merek return it like a riptide that sucked her under. It was fire and ice and grew more powerful every time they touched. That should have scared her, would have, but she was too far gone to care about anything but the sensations whipping through her body. Her pussy fisted tight again and again, squeezing around his pounding cock.
“Merek,” she gasped. “Merek!”
A growl rumbled from him as his body bowed between her thighs. The hot pulse of his come fil ed her, and he shuddered beneath her. His hard hands held her down, the wide base of his cock stretching her.