It’s such a sensual experience, touching her this way, taking my time to feel her curves, to memorize every little dip and valley on her body. Before I left them behind, I sketched images of her in my journals from memory. But I think I would like to draw her like this, posed for me so that I might be forced to notice everything. Every scar. Every freckle. Every witch’s mark. The sleek line of her spine. The dimples at her lower back.
Already, she’s breathing heavy, massaging her breasts, tweaking her nipples. The sight makes my blood rush and my cock hard as steel.
I move between her legs and use my knees to knock hers wider. She opens for me without any resistance, revealing that slick, pink center I’ll never get enough of.
Carefully, I sprinkle a little more dust, right over her pussy. I rub her gently at first, working the dust into her flesh, watching her writhe as she grows wetter and wetter for me. I can feel the dust working on me too. A heady arousal that feels like we’re in another world, just the two of us.
Kneeling there, I thrust my fingers inside her, fluttering them with a tickle of my power, and she arches off the bed. Her lips part on the sweetest gasp. After long moments, her eyes meet mine, hazed with desire as I work her deep before finding that magickal little place inside that sends her reeling.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”
She nods, a silent whimper visible on her face. It makes me smile as I bend down and drag my tongue up the length of her slit.
“And you like it when I lick your pussy?”
She shoves her fingers into her hair, nodding again, working against my hand.
“Do you like it when I talk to you like this?”
Another nod, and this time, her hands move intomyhair.
I lean back down and devour her, fucking her all the while with my fingers, sucking and nibbling her perfect little clit until she’s grinding against my mouth, seeking the magick on my tongue.
When I pull back to look at her, to see that golden skin shimmering in the firelight, her eyes are all but on fire. She shoves up and pushes at me, grabbing the jar I sat aside. I obey and crawl off the bed.
My feet no sooner hit the floor than her hand is on my chest, and she’s driving me backward until I’m pressed against the wall.
I smile, and she holds my gaze while unlacing my pants. Quickly, they drop to my ankles, and I kick them aside. Raina pours just enough Fever Lilac dust in her hand, then she sprinkles the gold powder over my chest. Using both hands, she spreads it over my shoulders and arms, down my torso, and then she’s on her knees—where I think she wanted to be in the first place—gripping my cock with both hands, staring up at me as she twists her wrists, working me in a way that makes me yearn to be inside her.
She strokes me, and the moment she puts her mouth on me, I feel my control slipping. I slide my hands into her hair, ready to fuck her lovely mouth down to her throat. But I pause.
With a tender touch, I brush my thumb over the curve of her bottom lip as she stares up at me with those hungry, dark blue eyes. The sight of her on her knees before me, naked and ravenous and golden, spurns my deepest desire.
But there’s something else about seeing her like this. Something that makes my blood heat in a different way.
Anger, the fire of a thousand suns, an emotion that shouldn’t be anywhere near this moment. But it is, and I need it gone.
Before she can protest, I reach down, sweep her up in my arms, and carry her to bed where I lie beside her and draw her to me.
“This is better,” I tell her.
She pushes up on her elbow, dark hair framing her beautiful face, confusion writing itself into the lines between her brows.“Did I do something wrong?”she signs, a glint of hurt in her eyes.
“Gods, no.” I sit up against the pillows and clasp her face. “Raina, there is nothing I want more than your mouth on my body.” I lean in and kiss her. “I have ached to take you that way more times than you can count since that night at Starworth Tor. It’s just that…” I swallow the tightness in my throat as I search for words, a reason why I stopped her that doesn’t sound like madness. And the answer hits me. “You bow to no one,” I tell her, my voice graver than it has any right to be tonight. “Do you hear me? Not ever. Especially not to me.”
She crawls up my body and straddles my hips. Not another word is said as she takes me inside her, then leans down, one arm around my neck as she moves slowly, taking her time, taking me deep.
I was too eager moments before, so I haven’t yet asked, but I think tonight we both might need tenderness. I can feel it in the way she kisses me, as though that simple connection is enough for her to enter my soul, to memorize who I am, who I’ve become under her care.
I don’t hide anything. I have no fear anymore. Any darkness, she has destroyed with her light. Every shadowy, gloomy place inside me feels remade because of her. I feel healed.
She tightens her fingers in my hair and presses her lips to my throat, tasting the skin over my pulse as her other hand traces my rune. I fold my arms around her and hold her tight, moving with her, and a different kind of instinct takes over, something so intimate that we begin to move in a beautiful rhythm, like when we were in the pool at Starworth Tor. Every movement is fluid, every thrust met with slick grace, our hands and mouths finding that sensual rhythm. It’s a dance, one our bodies have learned these last weeks, but tonight it’s perfected.
Raina kisses me, her mouth brushing mine, the soft drag of her bottom lip enough to give way to sweet pleasure.
I plunge my hands into her hair to the wrists and inhale her. This kiss is so much more than just a kiss. It’s a promise. An oath. I already know that before she presses one word to the skin over my heart.
“Mine.”
