Malcolm nuzzled her nose with his, grinning. “You feel so amazing,” he said. “You’re gripping me like a fist, and it feels fucking incredible.”
She blossomed under his praise and relaxed even more. She rolled her hips, testing herself by letting him move inside her. The pressure was nearly gone but when he withdrew and slowly pushed back in, it felt… oh God, it felt amazing. She opened her legs wider to receive him. He moved against her in a slow, steady rhythm that matched her breath, but she wanted more. She wanted Malcolm’s wildness. She’d sensed that inside him the moment they’d met, and now more than ever she wanted to experience that raw, animal lust that his eyes and touch had promised her.
“I can take it,” she insisted. “I can take you.”
His eyes held hers. “You can.”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. He drew all the way back and sank in harder, faster. Something inside of her, that ache, that need, only grew sharper with every thrust. His movements, that fullness and deep penetration sent her racing towards an orgasm. It was so close…she just needed more of his hips moving just like that…
“Like that… oh yes… like that!” She thrashed her head on the pillow and arched up into him.
Their connection was no longer limited to their bodies. Spells danced overhead, ones that made her gasp and wonder. Spells that moved the very stars. His hard, rough strokes shook her body and the bed beneath them. She realized in that moment that their lovemaking was creating pure magical energy above them, an energy that was strong and so perfectly in tune that she knew that magic could do amazing, wonderful things.
The flowers climbing up her bedpost, much like in the guestroom he’d been sleeping in, blossomed to life, fresh colorful blooms fanning out in response to their lovemaking. A waterfall of fox orchids draped down one side of the bed, creating a vast purple curtain. The fragrance of freesia filled the room as they made love.
The urge to let go and truly open herself up to him so completely was so overwhelming that she gave in. Malcolm braced himself above her, and the weight of his hard, muscled body driving relentlessly into her obliterated the last of her control. The rough motions of their bodies joining in the darkness of the flower-filled room sent her rocketing over the edge even harder than before.
She was freefalling, with nowhere to catch herself. She cried out, half in fear, half in surprise. She hadn’t expected to feel so out of control. Her legs shook so violently that her whole body shuddered. The pleasure was simply too much for her to contain.
“It’s okay, honey, I’ve got you,” Malcolm whispered. He drove in one more time and his body went rigid.
A sweet and tender heat filled her inside as he came and she clung to him. His body quaked over hers as he rocked against her, not wanting to disrupt the exquisiteness of this ancient connection.
She looked up at him in wonder. This was why she’d waited, so she could know this passion only with him. Life’s three most powerful words hung on her lips, but remained unspoken. It was too soon. But oh how much she yearned for those words to be free. Maybe she should? How could she deny how she truly felt?
“Malcolm, I—” she began, then she saw something over his shoulder. “Oh my God, look!” She pointed at the window opposite her bed.
He rolled so they both lay on their sides, facing the window. Outside in the midnight blue of the night sky stars fell… hundreds of them.
“It’s a meteor shower,” Calli breathed.
Her heart quivered in response to this beautiful sight. She had glimpsed a few shooting stars before, but this? It was beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
Malcolm curled up into her so their bodies fit against one another as he looked away from the stars and only at her.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her, and all thoughts of falling stars were replaced with the quivering echoes of their love making.
Malcolm held Calli in his arms, the sheets and the comforter of her bed cocooning them together in bliss. He couldn’t escape the truth of what he’d felt tonight. Giving himself to Calli the way he had, taking what she offered in return… that exchange of passion and pleasure went beyond everything he’d ever experienced.
He was almost asleep when he heard Hades’d low growl downstairs a second before he heard the knock on the front door. It was a faint, soft sound and yet a black pit of dread formed in Malcolm’s gut because nothing good came from visitors this late.
Careful not to wake Calli, he slid out of bed and put on his jeans, patting barefoot down the stairs. He opened the door, and there in the muted starlight stood his father. Reginald looked like his usual frustrated self, but there was a pallor to his skin that Malcolm hadn’t seen before. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light?
“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?” Reginald asked in a low voice that held both frustration and worry.
How the hell had his father found him? He hadn’t been hiding, but Calli had explained yesterday that the town wards protected them from most searching spells. It had to be because the wards were down.
Malcolm crossed his arms over his chest and held his father’s glare with one of his own.. “I’ve been here since I left your house. I think we said all we needed to say.”
“Malcolm, you must come home. The Council?—”
“Malcolm?” Calli’s voice came from the top of the stairs. “Who is it?”
“No one,” Malcolm replied at the same instant his father said, “his father.”
Malcolm shot him a warning look. “Say anything rude, and I will slam this door in your face.”
Reginald had the decency to look affronted as he straightened his suit jacket.
