She climbed in as Malcolm dropped his own towel, revealing the rest of that gloriously naked body of his and a massive cock. Her face grew so hot she was surprised she didn’t set anything nearby on fire. A shimmer filled his green eyes as he climbed in bed with her.
“Let me hold you a bit first,” he whispered, pulling her to cuddle against him. He buried his face in her neck, then her hair, which spilled out across the pillow.
“Even after a storm, you still smell like sunshine,” he murmured against her ear. “How is that possible?”
“I don’t know,” Calli confessed. “Malcolm?” She whispered his name, feeling strangely shy.
He lifted his head. “Yes?”
“Why were you on the cliffs?”
Pain and confusion erased the gentleness in his features for a moment, and she lost herself in the forest of his green gaze. “I don’t know. The last thing I remember is leaving Mrs. Greenlee’s. She said…” He shook his head a little.
“Said what?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But we have to.” She stroked her fingertips over his jaw. It pained her to see him struggle with this. Whatever he was holding back wasn’t going to be good.
He let out a slow breath. “She said only a blood sacrifice could restore the wards.”
The wind was knocked out of her. No one had cast a spell requiring a blood sacrifice in Moonstone Falls in over several hundred years. They weren’t just dangerous, they almost always cost someone’s life.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised. She believed him.
“But what about you?” If he thought she was just going to sit by and let him do something stupid and noble, he could think again.
“I keep thinking about the things that happened even before I was born,” Malcolm said. “Maybe I was always born to die.” Calli saw the heartbreak and disappointment in his eyes. “I’ve never fit in this world, magical or normal.”
She caught his cheek in her palm. “You fit with me.” Her finger stroked his bottom lip. “You’ll always fit with me.”
And it was true. Something about Malcolm just fit. He felt right in her home, in her life, in her heart. There was so much more to talk about, but right now, she needed to touch him, to feel him, to know what it meant to be with him in every way.
“Now kiss me,” she said. The hint of mischief in her voice chased away the shadows in his eyes.
“Well… if you insist.”
“Oh, I do.” She continued to trace his lips, and he nipped at her fingertip, making her laugh. Then he moved above her and claimed her mouth again.
The attraction she had felt for him when she’d first seen him covered in smashed pumpkin was nothing compared to the desire she felt now. His long, dark, lashes fluttered down, briefly hiding the burning intensity of his smoldering green eyes. He kissed her slowly, softly, yet every touch of his lips added to the fire she felt low in her belly.
She didn’t resist when he used one of his knees to part hers. His thighs pressed against her heated core and she arched up, the movement creating a delicious friction as her clit rubbed against his hard thigh. Everywhere the scent of rain and ancient magic called to her, drugging all of her senses.
His lips parted and his tongue met hers, sending waves of desire through her. She had never felt anything like this, something so forbidden and yet destined at the same time. His hunger, once contained in chaste, sweet kisses, now became insistent, more insatiable.
“Tell me you’re ready for me,” he whispered. “Tell me I can have you.” She knew by the flood of responding wetness between her thighs that she was more than ready.
“Yes!” she gasped. But he didn’t take her. Not right away. He kissed her neck, teased her in places with his lips and tongue that sizzled with a heat only he could create. He nudged her legs wider apart and settled in the cradle of her thighs.
He raised his hips as one hand slid down between their bodies to grasp his cock and guide himself into her. Those first few seconds, she tensed and he whispered soft, sweet words in her ear. At last, he sank deeper, as something gave way in her. The pressure of being filled by him was intense, almost overwhelming, and she moaned, struggling beneath him.
“That’s it, honey, you’re doing so well… taking me so good.” Malcolm’s words soothed her as he waited for her to adjust, until she finally nodded that he could continue.
“Let me see your eyes, beautiful girl,” he said, and Calli met his burning gaze. “That’s it, eyes on me.” Then he thrust deep the last few inches, taking her by surprise. She cried out as he sank all the way in, their hipbones pressed tight to one another. There was nothing that could have prepared her for that feeling of fullness, of connection with him. It went beyond even the most ancient of spells. It was an entirely different kind of magic, one that needed no incantations or potions. This was magic of the body.
“You okay?” he asked. The hard lines of his face were achingly beautiful, and the light shadow of a beard on his jaw made him seem intensely real to her then in a way she’d never known another person could feel. Even in a moment when most men would have just lost themselves in pleasure, he was focused on her needs. She was seriously in danger of falling in love with him, now more than ever.
“Yeah…” she answered. The pressure was already beginning to fade, and she could feel her desire growing again.
