When she came the first time, it was with his name torn from her throat and magical light so bright it painted shadows across the ceiling. Marcus worked her through it, gentling as she came down, pressing soft kisses to her thighs.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Okay?” Hazel laughed, breathless and wrecked. “I just saw stars. Literal magical stars. I’m better than okay.”
“Good.” He kissed his way back up her body, stomach, ribs, the valley between her breasts. “Because I’m not nearly done with you.”
She pulled him into a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “Your turn.”
“Hazel, ”
“My turn,” she insisted, pushing him onto his back.
She straddled his hips, grinding down against him through his sleep pants. His eyes went dark. Good.
She slid down his body, pulled everything off him at once. When she wrapped her hand around him, gold sparks flared to life around her fingers.
“Fuck,” Marcus groaned. “Your magic,I can feel it,”
“Good.” Hazel stroked him slowly. “I want you to feel everything.”
When she took him in her mouth, his hips bucked involuntarily. She held him down with one hand, the other still working his shaft, and their combined magic swirled together like a galaxy between them, bright and strange and alive.
“Hazel, I’m not going to,if you keep doing that,”
She pulled off just long enough to say, “Good,” then took him deeper.
Marcus’s hands tangled in her hair, not pushing, just holding on like she was the only solid thing in the world. She could feel him getting close, the tension in his thighs, the way his breathing went ragged, the golden light getting brighter and brighter.
“Stop,” he gasped. “Hazel, stop, I want,I need to be inside you when I,”
She released him, crawled back up his body. “Demanding.”
“Desperate.” He flipped them in one smooth motion, settling between her thighs. “I’ve waited thirteen days. I’m not coming anywhere except inside you.”
“Big talk, counselor.”
“Let me prove it.”
He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Their magic flared in response, their mingled power crackling between them in bright, forking lines, making the air taste like ozone and power.
“Ready?” he asked, eyes searching hers.
“I’ve been ready since day one,” Hazel said. “Since you walked into my shop in that ridiculous suit.”
“The suit’s not ridiculous.”
“It’s extremely ridiculous. Now gimme.”
Marcus laughed, then pushed inside in one slow, devastating thrust.
The world exploded into light.
Hazel felt him everywhere, not just the physical stretch and fullness, but something deeper. Their magic knotted into something luminous and strange, colours she had no name for spiralling through the dark behind her eyelids.
“Holy shit,” Marcus breathed, frozen above her. “Can you feel, ”
“Yes.” Hazel wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I feel it. I feel you. Everything.”
