She let her legs fal open against the mattress. His nostrils flared as he dragged in the scent of her wetness. He licked his lips, his gaze locked on her pussy. She knew her folds would be swol en and slick with cream. A little smile curled the corners of her lips, and she cupped her breasts, circling the areolas and teasing herself while she teased the man watching her. The rapacious look on his face, the way lust tightened his features, told her exactly what kind of effect her actions had.
When she let one hand drift down her torso until she could dip her fingers into her wet sex and rub her hardened clit, Merek’s resistance snapped. His hand shot out with that startling speed of his, wrapping around her wrist to pul her fingers up to his mouth. Leaning forward, he sucked the juices from her fingertips. Then he set her palm back on her breast. “You do that, I’l handle this.”
And then his mouth was on her, his hot tongue licking at her damp flesh. Her body arched off the bed, and his hands control ed the motion. He held her legs flat to the bed, shoving them open with his broad shoulders. Slipping her fingers into his hair, she tugged him nearer, excitement a twisting thing inside her.
The feel of his lips closing over her clit, suckling her, made her scream as orgasm broke through her in a rush so overpowering, she couldn’t contain the explosion.
Pulses continued to hit her in rippling waves as he teased her with his tongue. She lay limp on the bed, dazed and unsure how he’d made her come so fast without using any kind of seduction spel . Then she gave a breathless chuckle, her heart stil thumping in her chest. Her chemistry with Merek was the most powerful turn-on she’d ever come in contact with. Spontaneous combustion. Contentment spread through her limbs, and she sighed when he rol ed off her.
“Hold on to the headboard.” The rumble of his voice was deep and rich. Commanding. Sexy.
She reached her hands up, grasped the bottom of the headboard, and used the leverage to lift her body toward him. Something hot and burning with magic wrapped around her wrists, locking her in place.
Her breath caught, and she froze. Tugging on the spel bindings, she found she couldn’t escape. The last time she’d been tied down had been . . . A horrible flash of a Fae woman’s face flooded her mind, dark magic seeping into her skin, bronze burning her flesh. She shuddered, jerking spasmodical y at the golden chords that glowed around her wrists.
Heart pounding, her gaze flew to Merek where he sat beside her, but not close enough to touch her. His expression was quiet, knowing. He waited to see what she would do, how she would take this utterly vulnerable position.
She swal owed, feeling more stripped bare than she ever had in her life. “I’m not sure . . .”
“Just say ‘safe,’ and the spel unravels.” His hand closed around her thigh, and she realized her legs weren’t bound.
“I can get loose any time I want?” She licked her lips, and his gaze fol owed the motion, the gray sparking with silver as he watched her.
He nodded. “Any time you want, sweetheart. Trust me.”
“I do.” More than that, she loved him. If this was the only way she could tel him, then so be it. She relaxed against the bindings and offered him a smile. “I want you.”
A grin broke over his angular face, and he shook his head. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”
“Come show me how much you appreciate my amazingness.” She let her gaze lock on his thick cock, and licked her lips again with slow relish.
He bent forward to scoop his pants off the floor, slid his hand into the front pocket, and pul ed out the little bottle he’d tucked in there earlier. “I’m going to show you exactly how much I appreciate every single inch of you.”
Her breathing shal owed out to nothing, and she swal owed. Oh, gods. The thought of him fucking her ass made her palms dampen and her heart hammer. A blush suffused her face, burning with scorching heat.
“Yes.”
“I told you. Amazing.” He gave a flashing grin, tossed the bottle onto the mattress beside her, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her down the bed. The spel rope stretched, so her wrists were stil bound, pul ed straight over her head.
The distinct creaking pop of the bottle opening made her shiver in anticipation. He brushed his lips over hers, a brief kiss before he drizzled the cool oil over her hot skin. Her moan was a helpless sound and made his lips curl in a satisfied smile.
Then his big hands stroked her.
He took his time, worked the oil deep into her flesh, using hot little pleasure spel s to make her gasp in shock or sigh in delight. He started at her feet, pressed his thumbs into her arches until her toes curled. Her ankles and calves were massaged, her knees kissed, her thighs opened so he could blow a breath on the puffy, wet folds of her pussy. A spel lit her sex; fire and ice had her shuddering with lust that made her heart rate rocket.
But he didn’t touch her there, just left her aching, needing. Needing him. Always him. “Merek.”
“Shh. Just relax, sweetheart.” His voice was as seductive as any magic ever dreamed up, sliding over her sensitive nerves like warm velvet. A little rough, a little soft, total y rich and decadent.
More oil slicked her thighs, the curve of her bel y, the softness of her breasts. He swirled his blunt nails over her nipples, coaxing them to tight points. His strong fingers worked her shoulders and arms before he rol ed her over and kneed her thighs apart.
“Close your eyes.” He bent forward to kiss the nape of her neck, between her shoulder blades, the smal of her back, each globe of her buttocks.
A purr was the only answer she could give as she obeyed him. For once, she wasn’t afraid of the darkness. Merek was there, and everything in her focused on him.
Time drifted as she let herself float on a cloud of sensuality. There was nothing in the world except the magic of his hands and what they did to her body. Her muscles were pliant, warm and soft, al tension melting away as she turned herself over to him and anything he wanted to do to her. She knew he’d make it good for her.
He kneaded her neck and shoulders and back, and her pulse picked up speed as he cupped her ass in his big palms. Slipping a hand under her bel y, he lifted her hips and slid a pil ow underneath her. She sucked in a deep breath when he knelt in the vee of her thighs, spreading her wider. Cooler oil trickled between her buttocks as he parted the cheeks, the liquid quickly heating when it touched her skin. Her breath seized at the sharp difference between her overheating flesh and the chil y oil. His slick fingers trailed down, teased the rim of her anus.
Desire punched through her, and her body flexed as she arched herself higher for him. “Take me there, Merek.”
“Here?” One finger probed at the tight ring of muscle, pressing just the tip into her ass.
“Yes,” she gasped. She moaned and lifted herself into his hand as he began to stretch her anus for penetration, her arms jerking against the bindings. Her racing heart thudded against her ribcage, heat flowing through her veins.
His finger worked deeper, massaging until he could slip in a second digit. He thrust slowly, the oil making the slide exquisite.
“Merek, please,” she breathed. She twisted in her bonds. Even though she had no desire to escape, she couldn’t stop moving.
“Pleasing you is part of my plan.” He brushed a kiss over her shoulder, nipped at the flesh.
A choked laugh ended in a gasp as he added a third finger to her ass. “I like this plan.”
His low chuckle made her grin into the pil ow. “I had a feeling you would.”
Those diabolical fingers pumped slowly in and out of her ass, widening her passage until she thought she’d die. Her hips undulated, her ultrasensitive nipples chafing on the smooth sheets. She whimpered and closed her eyes, turning herself over to the sensations she couldn’t control, didn’t want to control. She wanted to feel, wanted to experience every moment of Merek’s touch.