“Reyla,” I breathed.
She was so close…
“You're strong.” I tilted her chin up, brushing my fingertips along her jawline. “Extraordinary. You may not see it yet, but everything you need is already inside you.”
Her lips parted, questions flickering in her eyes, but I didn’t let her speak. I kissed her, gently at first, savoring the heat of her mouth against mine. Then deeper, because I was unable to bank the fire that always roared to life when she was near.
She was like the first taste of spring after a cruel winter, her warmth seeping into every part of me, erasing the cold that had lived there for too long. I could live a thousand years and never tire of kissing this woman.
Sliding my arms beneath her, I lifted her. I pivoted us toward the sofa, falling to pin her underneath me.
Her breath hitched.
I broke the kiss to grin down at her. “Comfy?”
“I—” Whatever witty retort she might’ve used vanished into a soft exhale as my hand trailed along her side, my fingertips grazing the curve of her hip.
Fire sparked in her eyes, and her lips curved into a smirk that should’ve warned me. With a blink, she flitted out from beneathme, reappearing by the windows, facing me, her hands braced beside her thighs on the sill.
“Catch me if you can,” she said, the challenge in her voice making my cock kick forward against my pants.
I growled and leaned back on the cushions, sliding my palms beneath the back of my neck while watching her. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Wildfire.”
“One you're going to lose.”
She wanted to play? Fine. I had no well, but I’d quickly discovered I could still flit as long as I used the spell.
I drew power to me, the familiar pull surging faster this time, as if my blood was eager for the chase. Spell cast, I flitted to her side, ready to grab her before she could bolt again.
But she was quick this time, and her laugh filled the room as she left me clutching at the empty space where she’d been a moment before.
“You can do better than that,” she said with a grin, now standing in front of a tapestry hanging on the far wall. Its woven threads depicted my ancestor Wobert, his stern gaze majestically locked on the distant mountains, his cloak billowing dramatically behind him as if he was facing down a storm.
Reyla was much more appealing than Wobert.
She tilted her head. “What’s wrong, my king? Surely you're faster than that.”
I stalked toward her, reached toward her. “When I catch you, Reyla, I’m not letting you go.”
Her smirk deepened. “I don’t want you to.”
I flitted to her and latched onto her. But before I could kiss her again, she spun us around and pressed me against Wobert. With a smirk, she trailed her fingertips across my chest, not stopping until they reached the waistband of my pants.
“My, my, my, what do we have here, my king?” She glided herhand down the outline of my erect cock before returning her fingers to the top fastening and undoing it.
She released them all. Released me.
“Reyla,” I groaned, not sure what she planned but unbelievably eager to find out.
She dropped to her knees in front of me and oh, how beautiful she was as she looked up at me with joy in her eyes.
“I believe it's time that I tasted you, my king.”
She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the base of my cock.
I almost came right then and there, but damn, I wanted to make this last. She was touching me. Loving me. Giving me pleasure when I should be doing it for her.
But while I told myself I should do it, I was unable to push her away.
