I dragged my hands down the front of his bare chest, that magic still screaming inside my head. Rowan looked at me, swallowed hard, and let his fingers drift lower, sliding into the slickness of my folds.
My lips parted, breath caught.
“Your eyes,” he murmured, dipping his head for another kiss. Our tongues tangled, his fingers stroking a rhythm beginning to drive me mad.
“Rowan,” I moaned.
He slipped a finger inside, sending my hips bucking. A ragged cry tore from my throat, swallowed by Rowan’s lips. He put his mouth on my neck and dragged a kiss down my collarbone, his other hand pushing my thin sweater up.
His hot tongue swept over the peak of my nipple, and those clever fingers continued to work.
Oh gods. “Rowan, I’m—We—” My back arched from the couch, ragged gasps and moans dragging as a crescendo built within me with every clever touch.
“So fucking beautiful,” Rowan murmured. His thumb swept over my clitoris, tipping me over the edge. Stars burst behind my eyes. My throat went hoarse as I bucked against his hand. Magic swept over the room, a blast of power that shattered the windows, and still pleasure held me in its wicked grip.
“Evie,” Rowan moaned, his body highlighted in power the color of watermelon tourmaline. “Gods.”
My hands swept down his broad back and pushed at his joggers. He sucked in a breath as I slid them down.
“Evie.”
I pushed at his chest until he was on his back. Looming above him, soaked in power, Rowan’s eyes went wide with desire.
“Your eyes, Evie. They’re different.”
I slid down his body, exploring every scar and lean muscle with my lips. Rowan sucked in a breath as I went lower. “Evie, we don’t?—”
“Shut up,” I snarled.
Rowan let out a bark of hoarse laughter, which quickly turned into a shout when my lips closed over the tip of him. His hands buried in my hair as I tasted him. Desire pooled in my core, even after the release that had rocked me only moments before.
My hand slid around him, reveling in the hard, silky feel of him. All thoughts other than Rowan’s pleasure flew out of my head. All my doubt was gone, the only thing to focus on was him. Our eyes met. Rowan’s heavy-lidded with pleasure, a ring of molten gold around his irises, and mine casting a strange azure-gold glow over his body.
My hand stroked up his shaft, and my tongue swirled around the silky head.
“Fuck.Evie.” He gritted his teeth and arched his neck. A low moan came from his throat as his hips bucked. I worked him, reveling in his pleasure. His scent drowned me, and I sensed the moment he lost control.
A sharp shout ripped from his throat. Claws slid from his fingertips, the sound of fabric tearing as release found him. Magic snapped between us, tightening that bond, but deeper, more ancient magic swirled around us, waiting for that moment when we joined as one.
Even when the sound of his pleasure quieted, and I collapsed against him, I still wanted him. Rowan reached down and dragged me up, holding me against his chest, my head tucked under his chin.
Silence dragged on, the only sounds in the room that of our ragged breath.
“Fuck,” he breathed after a few moments. “I—I didn’t mean to get carried away.”
“Rowan?”
“Mmm?”
“Shut up.”
He snorted. “How about this?”
I tilted my head up to look at him.
“How about we do that every single day from now until eternity?”
I chuckled, even as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to be quite so forward. My magic rose, and instinct led me.”
