She tried and failed to hold back, returning his grin with a smirk of her own. Then, she was off again, turning right to race up the length of the table.
He could have stayed put and let her run straight into his arms. But where was the fun in that?
Isahn took off in pursuit, looping behind her while heating the magic he slicked down her front. He cupped over her sex, an inch away from her body, so close to her skin the desirehurthim.His cock harangued him to touch her,but she’d feel his pulsing steam against her core, teasing her—that was the point. He was waiting for the real thing, not a garbled approximation through water.
George made it back to the sitting room and slipped inside. When he reached the doorway, he found she’d stopped again and turned to face him, palms cupping her breasts.
He stepped toward her, and two hot, invisible hands raked down his abs before parting ways. One squeezed his arse and the other wrapped languidly around his cock before tugging him, almost painfully.
He groaned as pleasure tightened his balls. “Georgie.”
She giggled and took off again, this time into her chamber.
Her smell, heady roses and patchouli, was stronger in her bedroom—just as he remembered. The peaceful thought heated his already blazing skin, and Isahn thickened the cord of water curling her way, turning it warm and as wide as his wrist. He wrapped it around her waist and halted her dead in her tracks.
She squealed when he tugged her back, bare feet sliding over the plush carpet, her breasts brushing his magic, soft and hot as they swayed.
Isahn reached her in an instant, and his water vanished as his arms took its place. Her plump arse nestled against his raging arousal, and he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her, relishing her nearness. Swinging around to her side, hecrouched, lined an arm up with the back of her knees, and lifted her.
They cleared the distance to the bed in no time, but Isahn held on for a moment, soaking in the feel of her arms around his neck, of her breasts against his chest, ofherwith him again. Then, for the sake of the game, he dumped her unceremoniously on the mattress.
She squirmed and attempted to roll away.
“Ah! Don’t you even think about it.” He bound her wrists together with a gently coursing river of rope and tugged them up above her head. His eyes swung to hers, needing assurance that this was all right with her, that restraints weren’t a step too far.
She batted her lashes and let out a mewling whimper, lifting her hips from the mattress.
“Good. I can’t let you get away again.” Balls tightening at her willingness, Isahn climbed over her and with his knee, parted her silken thighs. Unable to resist any longer, he bent to kiss her firmly on the mouth before nuzzling into her neck and breathing in the smell of her. Real, tangible, in his arms.Forever.
She writhed beneath him, supple and wanton as hot little fingers of her magic slid down his back to grip his arse, a workaround for her hands being bound.
He pushed himself lower to lathe her nipples with his tongue, to suck her into his mouth, and knead her soft flesh. Her magical hands quickly flew to a better perch, invisible fingers burying themselves in his hair.
Isahn moved downward, worshiping her with his tongue and teeth. He nibbled her hip, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Georgetta, then dipped his tongue into her belly button, teasing a circle within. She wiggled. The warm wetness of her smooth pussy slicked against his collarbone, and his cock throbbed.
Her magic applied pressure to the top of his head, urging Isahn on to his destination.
He chuckled, allowing his breath and a light scrape of his teeth to dance over her mound. Slipping lower still, he ran the tip of his nose down her seam, grazing the bump of her clit ever so slightly.
“Isahn,” she whined, voice thick with need.
With another chuckle at her desperation, he pulled back, just enough to study her center. Using his elbows to support himself, Isahn slid his hands up her inner thighs as he urged her to open for him.
“You’re so beautiful, every inch of you,” he told her. “I missed you so fucking much.”
When he ran the pads of his thumbs down her plump outer lips, his tongue darted out, and he exhaled heavily, his desirenearlya burden.Dear gods. She looked delicious.
Diving in, he lapped her perfect center from entrance to clit, then ran the tip of his tongue side to side over her clitoris while slipping his thumb into her slick channel.
She circled her hips, begging for more.
He gave it to her. Cupping the globes of George’s arse, Isahn lifted her for better access. Without preamble, he plunged his tongue inside of her, relishing the feel of her clenching around him—a rough approximation of what was to come. Halfway to willingly smothering himself, he shook his head from side to side, nose rubbing firmly against her as his chin burrowed between her arsecheeks. It was feral behavior. But he was lost to the moment, as was she.
George cried out as her calves wrapped around the back of his head. When her thighs tensed around his ears, every sound was blocked out but his own heavy panting.
Isahn popped his tongue free and swiftly replaced it with a hot tendril of writhing water. All he needed was a single steadying breath, then it was back to business.
He sucked her whole center into his mouth. Toying her with his tongue, he pulled on her again and again and again. With his magic, he offered deep, sating pulses of pleasure.
