And then he snagged my hand, his magic glowing, that pink fire flaming.
I pushed back with my Wraith frost, and it had the both of us growling.
Life flooded through me—or the illusion of life in the form of his raging fire.
And my frost cracked across his skin, cooling him down, bringing that peace he always craved.
I rocked into him, grinding then thrusting, then angling.
He cursed out into the stall as I hit that sweet spot deep inside, and his thighs trembled.
“Look at me,” I breathed at his neck, before lashing it with my tongue, then biting his ear, earning delicious shudders from him.
“No,” he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut instead.
And then he started fucking his ass back against me, forcing the rhythm, making it wilder, harder, deeper, and rougher.
He knew all too well how to work me, and I lost myself to it, all roadblocks down, as I began pounding into him like a madman, powerfucking him into the stall wall.
Over and over and over.
Our grunts and roars filled the space.
All I was aware of was his ass basically suctioning my cock to the point where the bliss was so intense I could barely manage a single, unencumbered breath.
I pulled my hand from the wall, reached around in front of him and grasped his cock, fisting it wildly to match my brutal thrusts. He threw his head back, cursing me out and begging for more at the same time.
My power flared, my frost pushing against his fire.
My shadows leaked out, swirling around his throat, dipping beneath his shirt and rushing over his abs, feeling and teasing him everywhere.
“Damn, Win… fuck… gonna blow… gonna…”
He lurched and screamed out, coming all over the wall and my fingers.
Oh, yeah.The feel of all that hot cum, his sexy vulnerable reaction… it took me over the edge too, and then I was pumping deep inside him with a curse.
In the throes of it, my frost shot up his arms, crackling over his tattoos.
He pulled his hand from mine, then called his heat, melting it bit by bit, while undulating as my shadows became unhinged all over his torso, his throat, then dipping down to his balls as well.
The conflicting sensations did a number on him, and then he was coming again, shooting all over the wall.
As I eased from his ass with a groan, I leaned over him and slicked my hand in the lovely mess he’d made, then wiped it all over his face.
He hissed and finally turned to me, covered in it.
I could see the resistance in his eyes as usual.
As it started off, anyway.
But as he looked into mine, he must have seen the spark of desire there, and he submitted, licking it all off and making a beautiful show of it for me.
“Very nice,” I breathed.
I pressed my hands to his shoulders, and he smirked as he lowered himself to his knees, then lashed his tongue all over my cock, cleaning me up and tasting the both of us.
I stroked his shoulders. “Flawless. My exquisite fireball. Always so incredible.”
