Reaching between us, I find the tight bud of her clit and trace circles over it, my teeth still grazing over her pulse point.
Her groan is torn from her. “Oh! God! Yes!”
That maddening spasming deep within her happens. She jerks her hips once, twice, then slides down me again. And that’s it – I’m gone, orgasm claiming me as my hips jerk forward, my release spilling into her. My vision whites out, my body shuddering with the force of it.
“Oh, yes. That! Right there. There it is!” she gasps, the words coming between sharp breaths. Her head drops back, exposing the elegant line of her throat.
A flush spreads across her chest, rising to her cheeks. Her lips part on a gasp, eyes unfocused as she starts to come undone. Her inner muscles clench around me rhythmically as her orgasm takes hold.
I grip her hips as she rides out her pleasure, her body trembling above me. She’s magnificent – wild and untamed, and I can’t tear my eyes from her.
“Marcus,” she breathes my name, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!” Her auburn hair cascades around her shoulders in waves, catching the dim light as she arches. Every muscle in her body goes taut, drawing out the sensation.
I drink in the sight of her – the way her breasts heave with each shuddering breath, how her skin glows with a sheen of sweat, the pure abandon on her face as pleasure claims her. She’s never been more beautiful than in this moment of complete surrender.
She gives a soft whimper as aftershocks ripple through her body. Her eyes flutter closed, dark lashes fanning against flushed cheeks. She collapses against my chest, still trembling, her heart racing against mine.
Her body is damp, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and I’m transfixed by the pulse fluttering wildly at the base of her throat. Her breasts move up and down with each ragged breath she takes, pressing into my chest as she slumps against me.
And I can’t get enough of this… This beautiful, fierce woman who steals my breath and leaves me aching for more.
Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet mine, and the vulnerability I glimpse in their emerald depths takes my breath away.
She swallows, shaking her head as if to clear it. Her hands rest lightly on my pecs, nails skimming lightly over the ridges of muscle. There’s a soft curve to her lips that tells me she enjoyedthat just as much as I did. And that’s saying something because, fuck, I’m still feeling the aftershocks of that mind-blowing release, my body thrumming with power and satisfaction.
“Wow,” she says, a slight flush spreading across her cheeks. “That was…”
“Yes,” I agree, trying not to grin like a fool. “It was.”
Her body is still trembling slightly as she shifts against me, no doubt feeling the occasional flicker of magic and the lingering aftermath of our combined release. It makes my own body tingle, my hands itching to map every inch of her silky skin, memorize the slopes and curves.
But I don’t push. I won’t take more than she’s willing to offer.
We’re silent for a long moment, just enjoying the feel of one another, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I could stay like this forever; she feels perfect in my arms, perfectly matched to my body.
Eventually, she stirs, pushing back damp strands of hair. “We need to get to my sisters,” she says abruptly, sitting up and sliding off of me.
My heart plummets into the pit of my belly. “They’ll be fine without us for a bit.”
“But Gran won’t. Nor will Seraphina. And the others.” She’s pushing herself away, out of bed. I reach for her arm, but she pulls away. “No, Marcus. We have to get moving. Lucien needs to be stopped.”
“Yes. But you’re not going to be the one to stop him.”
“What?” Her eyes fly wide, then narrow almost as quickly. “Who the hell says so? My dad?”
“I say so.” I sit up, hating the fact that the moment is gone.
“That’s not your decision to make.” She yanks at the sheet, tugging it around her chest, covering herself from me.
“Right now, it is within my power to stop you. So that’s what I’m doing.” I sit up, facing her.
Her face is a mess of warring emotions. “But…but why? Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because…” I’m not sure how to say this. “Because I can’t lose you, dammit!” I can barely believe the words as I say them. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that they’re true.
She stares at me. “You can’tlose me?” She shakes her head. “Are you crazy? We’ve known each other for all of what? Five minutes? You don’t get to make those calls.”
“Five days. But it doesn’t matter.”
