His fingers thrust into her hair, pulling her head back until her throat was bared to his lips. His mouth opened on her skin, sucking and biting at her flesh. A moan dragged from her, and she let her eyes drift closed. Living as long as she had meant not much surprised her anymore, but the strength of her reaction to this human was unexpected. She spent her entire life in control, and she loved letting loose during sex. It made her feel alive, and it was a release valve she craved.
She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it from his pants so she could touch his skin. Hard muscle covered with smooth skin. Nice. His teeth scored the sensitive tendon that connected neck to shoulder, and her nails curled into his back, a spell pouring out of her that would feel like fire singeing his flesh.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
She laughed, her eyes opening. “Something like that. Though we’re not quite to the fucking part yet.”
“We’ll get there.” His lips curved against her skin, and it made her smile in return.
“Sooner is better than later.” She jolted him with another spell. “I’m not getting any younger, babycakes.”
He laughed at that, pulling back to give her an incredulous look. “You did not just call me babycakes.”
She arched her brows and gave him a wicked look. “I sure did. What are you going to do about it?”
Instead of answering, he reached out and neatly flipped her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. She cracked up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. When was the last time she’d laughed or smiled this much during a sexual encounter? She couldn’t remember, but it was fun. After the day she’d had, she’d take a little fun.
The blood rushed to her face with the world upside down the way it was, and she pushed out against his back to try to keep some balance. A quick self-defense spell could get her out of this pretty easily, but she didn’t want to escape. She wanted to see what kind of tricks this man had up his sleeve, magic or no magic.
Flicking on a light switch, he strode into a room off the hallway. He shrugged and let her tumble unceremoniously onto the mattress. She shoved her hair out of her face and fell back on her hands, arching her torso just to torment him. His gaze zeroed in on her breasts, just as she’d hoped, and the heat in his gaze was enough to burn her skin.
“Come here.” She crooked a finger at him, barely managing to stop it from becoming a summoning spell that would compel him to do as she wished. “Or, better yet, strip. I want to watch.”
“Oh, yeah?” He arched an eyebrow. His hands went to his tie, his long fingers working the knot free and sliding it from his neck.
She twitched her fingers, and every button on his shirt slipped free. He looked down and blinked, then snorted and shook his head. Shrugging out of the garment, he went to work on his belt and zipper, while she got to enjoy the view of his muscled chest flexing with every movement.
Damn, the man was well built. Her thighs squeezed together at the thought of having her hands on all that bare male flesh. His shoulders were broad and tapered to narrow hips. Dark hair formed a neat triangle that stretched between his flat little nipples. His abs were hard ridges that she wanted to run her tongue over before she nipped at his belly button.
His pants hit the floor, and she sighed in appreciation. His legs were long, his thighs heavy with muscles, and her gaze traveled up to his cock. It jutted boldly, curving to just below his navel now that it was free of restraint.
“Now you,” he said.
Nodding, she held out a hand for him to help her off the bed. This dress all but shackled her legs. “You’re going to have to get the zipper for me.”
She could have used magic, but she’d rather have his hands on her naked skin. He pulled her upright, then spun her so he could unfasten the back of her dress. Heaving a sigh as the tight silk loosened, she let the fabric puddle around her feet. She stepped out of her heels and kicked the dress aside.
“Nice.” He hummed in approval when he took in the lacy scraps she wore. In that dress, only a strapless bra and thong panties would work. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. It fell and she pushed her underwear down. The fire in his gaze as he took in her nudity was enough to scorch her. It was just the kind of look every woman liked to have aimed at her. Hot, worshipful, full of sharp need.
He jerked her roughly against him, and they both groaned at the contact. The crisp hair on his chest scraped her sensitized nipples, and she shifted her torso to increase the friction. His hard shaft burned into her belly, and she wanted him inside her. Cream gushed in her sex, and her knees gave out when he suckled her earlobe, trailing his tongue up to the very tip of her ear.
He caught her, eased her back onto the bed. They lay on their sides facing each other. He moved down to feather kisses over her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts. Turning his head, he caught her nipple with his teeth.
“Oh. Gods.” What he was doing with that mouth should be criminal, it was so good. Tingles erupted down her limbs, and she slipped her hands into his hair, holding him where he was. His lips closed over the tip of her breast and sucked hard, drawing her into the wet heat of his mouth.
Tightening her fingers, she couldn’t hold back a wave of magic, the feel of it building inside her so erotic she almost screamed. He groaned when it hit him, and she knew he felt in that spell how much she craved him right now. “Inside me.”
He let her nipple slide free and she pulled him up to kiss her mouth. Their tongues twined, dueled for control of the kiss. She hooked her leg over his hip and opened herself for him. No more waiting. The head of his cock pressed to her entrance, and he eased into her. One inch, then two. Gods, he was thick. She breathed through her nose and focused on relaxing so she could take all of him. It had been awhile since her last affair, and she was tighter than she’d expected to be.
The sharpness of pain mixing with pleasure made her anticipation spike. She gripped his arm, tried to pull him closer, make him give her more. Excitement billowed within her, the last few hours had pushed her too far for caution or care. She moaned, shoving her hips forward to force him deeper inside her.
He groaned as he hilted himself in her pussy. “Jesus. Christ.”
“Hurry.” She rolled her pelvis, wanting more, craving it with a ferocity she hadn’t felt in damn near forever.
Drawing back until she felt the head of his cock catch on the edge of her channel, he plunged deep. Her nails bit into his bicep, but she didn’t protest the swiftness of his thrust.
No, it was exactly what she needed.
He kept up that rhythm, slowly withdrawing and then shoving back in. Her sex clenched each time he pushed into her, which made him groan, but he wasn’t going fast enough to tip her over into orgasm. She tightened her leg around his hip, tilting her hips to take him even deeper. “Faster. More.”
“Yes.” He shoved into her pussy, gave her what she demanded. His thrusts picked up speed and kept that intense force. He hit her in just the right spot each time. Moving with him was as natural as breathing, and her heart hammered so loudly she could hear its pounding in her ears.
The feel of his rougher skin against hers was erotic, and every time he entered her, a wave of magic blasted out of her, fire and lightning that arced and wound around them. His breathing hitched, but his movements remained steady, hard and fast and just what she needed to push her to the breaking point. Her nipples rasped against the hair on his chest, the stimulation perfect. When he rolled his pelvis against her clit, she mewed in delight.