“And a very hot shower,” I add.
His smile deepens. “There you go. Perfectly rational explanation.”
Now I am caught in his gaze and I cannot think of a single thing to say. My mind has gone utterly blank. The only thing I am capable of is staring at him.
“May I kiss you?” he asks softly.
Somehow, I coordinate enough muscles to make my head nod. Monty steps up close. One hand goes to the small of my back. His head lowers, then soft gentle lips are brushing over the seam of my mouth.
Sensation shoots through me. Immediate and intense. It rewrites me and blasts away all of my uncertainty and nerves. The only thing left is desire.
A moan escapes me and I hungrily open my mouth. I want more of him. I want all of him. He is kissing me with tendernessand passion and heat. Heat that builds and builds. It sinks into me. It smolders and burns. He pulls me closer, and the heat ignites. I am on fire. A blaze with need and passion.
My bed rises up to meet my back. I have no idea how we moved here, but I’m glad. I’m kissing Monty feverishly. My hands are frantically pulling at his clothes. Finally, I find a way under them and my palm runs over his abs. Tracing the contours like I have a thousand times in my dreams. The reality of it is infinitely better.
Monty is tearing at my clothes too. We are desperate for one another, as if the feel of each other’s skin is the only cure for our starvation.
Eventually, we are naked. My hands roam every inch of him I can reach, mapping his body to my memory. The world shrinks. The only things left are touches, caresses, palms, fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. He is pure heat, hard muscle and soft skin. Everywhere he touches me lights up like stardust.
I’m moaning and writhing. I am a carnal beast.
My legs spread wide. I need his burning heat inside me. I want him to set me alight in the deepest parts of me. Our bodies are pressed as close as two bodies can be, but it is not enough. It is nowhere near enough. We need to be joined. We need to be one. No end and no beginning.
One creature of pleasure and lust, shot through with golden pulsing magic that flows without limits.
Monty’s cock pushes gently at my entrance. I throw back my head and wail in delight.
“Is this…is this…” he sounds as if he is speaking through gritted teeth.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cry out.
I have never wanted anything more. To be stuffed with Monty’s cock would be more divine than heaven.
He starts to ease in and I am so glad I prepared in the shower. Every time I think he can’t be as big as I remember, and every time I am proven wrong. Taking him is extreme. I love it. The feel of being stretched to my limits, the shock of it, the burn. The way my body tries to resist before collapsing in complete surrender.
He slides in all the way. Claiming all of me. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I pull him down to resume our kiss. Now all parts of us are touching. The way it should be.
He rocks his hips, dragging his cock through my insides and rubbing against my prostate. My thoughts turn into fireworks. My magic glows. Oh lord. I am going to erupt. There is going to be none of me left, and that sounds wonderful.
I’m going to pass out from the intensity, and that’s just fine.
Because Monty is here to catch me.
Chapter twenty-two
Monty
Pink is lying limply in my arms. I love that I am getting to hold him. I hate that he is out cold. I know that sometimes vessels pass out from the intensity of being emptied. But Pink never has before.
Mind you, things have never been anywhere near that intense before. The sex was incredible. Mind-blowing. A pleasure like no other. In fact, I don’t think it was sex at all. It was making love.
And now my soul is bloated with Pink’s magic. He gave me so much, and all of it is so potent and so strong.
So, all things considered, it is not surprising that he fell unconscious. But when will he wake up? Should he still be comatose? It has been ten minutes and thirty-nine seconds. How long is too long? How long do I wait before getting help?
Just as my panic is really starting to dig its claws in, Pink stirs. A faint murmur and a gentle shifting of position.
I let out a sigh of relief. Pink’s eyes flutter open and focus on me.
