His breath quickens as I pull him close. Our lips meet again, and a surge of power courses through me, my magic igniting under the press of his body. It’s as if my skin has come alive, every nerve connected to my core.
“Kara…” he breathes, his mouth against mine, and I arch up to meet him, wanting him to consume me. Wanting to consume him. He moves his hands down my sides to my thighs, raising my legs until they’re spread wide, draped over his hips. His cock nudges the entrance to my pussy, pausing there, and I press up, a needy sound escaping my throat. I can feel his breath against my lips, the black heat of his stare as he watches me.
His eyes lock with mine, narrowing slightly a moment before he thrusts in.
“Oh! Oh, my God!” I choke out, feeling the stretch of him inside me. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
In one fluid movement, he lowers himself until he’s flush against me, his skin cool against my fevered flesh. I can feel his pulse everywhere we touch, his own need thrumming against me.
Then he begins to move.
There’s a moment when I feel too full, too stretched, and I arch my back to accommodate him. My mouth forms a silent “oh” as my body adjusts, fire licking at the pleasure centers of my brain as he begins to thrust into me, the feeling so intense that it leaves me breathless.
His strokes are long and sure, as if he can already anticipate my body’s rhythm. His thumb brushes my cheek, his fingersthread into my hair, holding my gaze as he loses himself in me. I can feel his desire reaching for mine, our connection letting us draw from each other, and it’s like a spark ignites within me.
My body is so alive, my nerve endings singing with sorcery, and I feel everything – the slickness of our bodies moving together, the tensing of muscles, the heady pleasure as he hits a spot deep within me that makes my body clench around him.
“God…Kara…” His voice is a rasp, his eyes squeezing shut for a second before opening to look into mine again. The intensity of that look is almost more intimate than what he’s doing to my body right now.
His pace quickens, the bed creaking beneath us as our movements become more urgent. Every sense is heightened. The scent of his skin fills my nose, spicy and masculine, headier than any potion. The trace of stubble on his jaw scrapes across my throat as he nips at my pulse, the very slight sting making my pussy clench around him.
I dig my fingers into his back, feeling his muscles flex as I pull him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. Wanting more. Always more. My legs wrap around him so I can take all of him, my hips rising to meet his relentless thrusts.
It’s as if my body was made to fit him. I feel like I’m flying, soaring higher with every touch, every taste, every primal sound that escapes his throat. His own breathing is more ragged now, his eyes hooded with lust, reflecting his need back at me as we plummet into pleasure together.
When the orgasm hits, it takes us both by surprise. He’s still moving when the waves crash through me, the contractions of my pussy milking him as I come undone, the sparks of pleasure arcing through me like electric shocks, almost painful. But the intensity of it is what I crave, the force of our release consuming me.
“Kara…” he groans as the wave crashes into him, his body stiffening as he empties himself into me. His eyes burn into mine, his pupils so dilated they drown out the indigo of his irises as we ride out our release.
For a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. Our hearts are pounding in perfect sync, our mingled sweat slick between us. He’s still inside me, but I refuse to let him move, not yet, not until I can feel myself softening around him. Until I can feel the normal rhythm of his heart against my breasts.
Finally, reluctantly, I pull my legs from around him, my thighs trembling slightly as he gently eases out. Still joined at the mouth, our lips consume each other, greedily taking more, even as our bodies slowly separate. Every muscle in my body is tense, alive, awake.
Eventually, the kiss ends, and he gathers me against his chest as he rolls onto his back. I rest there, getting my breath back.
Holy shit!
When I look up, his eyes are fixed on me.
“Yeah. Holy shit,” he says, his lips twitching up.
My head is reeling, my mind flooding with thoughts and questions and so much confusion.
“That was… I… We—” I shut up when he puts a finger over my mouth.
“Quiet, witch.” He brushes his lips over my forehead. “I know what you’re going to say, and you’re going to ruin it.”
“I’m not…” I begin but then stop because he’s right.
“You’re confused, so you’re going to find a way to convince yourself that what just happened was wrong,” he says.
“I wouldn’t…” I exhale. Yes, I would. And I don’t want to. My logical mind might be looking for a thousand reasons to reject what just happened, but there’s another part of me – a languid, lazy, sated part of me – that wants to lie right here and revel in the afterglow of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
“I don’t know what to do,” I say.
“Sleep,” he says, pulling me closer into the curve of his hard body.
And that makes sense.
