A low, guttural curse slipped from his lips, chased by a wicked grin. That leash snapped, and Reagan drove into me so blissfully hard we slid further up the bed.
His hands kept me anchored as he claimed every inch of space within me, his gaze locked on mine with every unrelenting thrust.
I forgot everything. Who he was. Who I was. The problems waiting outside this room.
Reagan’s voice was a husk as he thrust and thrust inside me. “Is this how you want me, my beautiful, darling Jane?”
His eyes were bright blue, hooded, and etched with need. I let my answering moan speak for me.
He grinned against my mouth.
We stayed like that, tangled together, moving and panting. Until he slid a hand between us, his fingers stroking, sending me shattering once more.
Blinding pleasure exploded behind my eyes as I tumbled into the next wave of release. His mouth was on mine, swallowing my desperate sounds, and then his face was against my throat, and I heard the only thing anchoring me—the deep, ragged groan of my name.
CHAPTER 24
I listened to the only noise in my bedchamber at Mountheim Hall.
His breathing.
Even. Rhythmic. Reagan was still asleep, half his face buried in the pillow. His arms stretched toward me.
In sleep, his features were relaxed. Almost human. I peered at the glinting gemstone on the left side of his chest, its facets seizing the light and shattering it like a crimson jewel. I swept a strand of hair aside, admiring the face I had been so intent on despising.
And the moment we stepped out of my room, this reality would splinter.
Human. Mage. I had to remember what we were. Just as I had to remember that he was a lord—expected to wed, to choose a mageborn lady befitting his title. Someone who could wield the same power as him, who could rule with him.
Besides, I would be gone in just a few more months, and this night would fade into nothing more than a fleeting memory—No, not even a memory.
The sheer abuse of their power was jarring.Forfeit my own memories. I didn’t want to; I wanted to remember this.
I sighed. At the sound, Reagan shifted, his bare torso rising as he inhaled deeply. And in the daylight, he looked just as devastating, with dewy pale blue eyes blinking at me.
“Are you enjoying watching me sleep?” His voice was hoarse. “It’s a little disturbing.”
My situation is a little disturbing. Squirming against my pillow, I made an excuse. “You were snoring.”
He grinned. “No, I wasn’t.”
Reagan stretched his arms and tugged me to him. And just like that, I was nestled in the crook of his neck, surrounded by the blissful scent of cedarwood. Just a little longer.
“Was last night enough to satisfy your curiosity?” I asked, my tone quiet.
He rested his cheek against my hair, that rough voice now soft, laced with a familiar wit. “I can’t imagine saying that I’ve had enough of you, Darling.” His fingers traced slow, languid lines down my back, over my nightgown.
“You’re louder than I would’ve expected,” he mused, his voice a lazy drawl.
“Gods.” I let out a breathless laugh.
“Yes, you moaned that too,” he murmured, a wicked lilt to his tone. “I enjoyed it immensely, but I warded the walls so no one else would hear you but me. Next time, I’ll make sure you’re even louder.”
Reagan’s mouth brushed over my hair, then my nose, then my lips. And the second he licked into my mouth, a pleased sigh escaped me.
Next time. Right.
I broke the kiss, my hands trailing over his muscled chest. “I think we shouldn’t let this happen again, or we risk pissing off Cerridwen.”
