It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
By the time she slumped back and away, she could barely catch her breath. Romano stood, casting a deep shadow across her and the bed. His silhouette cut a striking figure as he removed his holster. The heavy thud of the gun was loud against as it hit the nightstand. His motions were meticulous and slow.
Agonizingly slow.
She was afraid he would ruin the tempo and send her sliding down back into awareness, but as she watched him, anticipation grew. His shoulders were powerful, uncaged from the confines of his shirt, and his waist tapered into a pronounced V of muscle. She traced the indentions with her gaze as his hands worked on his belt.
Romano was a man chiseled and built for war. Scarring marred his chest, something she’d never seen on a wolf. Kalinda reached out before she realized it, sitting up slightly to touch the puckered flesh.
“We’ve both had our time in the Chaos Realm.”
His words were deep, his gaze heavy with remembered pain. Later, she’d ask, but for now, she only wanted this moment between them.
Letting her hands trail down the hard build of his stomach, she smiled saucily. “My warrior.”
He froze, fire blazing in his gaze for a moment before he ripped his clothes from his body and pushed her back onto the bed. He was heavy, making it hard for her chest to fully expand, but his weight was welcome. Rough hands gripped her thighs and pushed them up and out until she had to plant her feet on the bed for balance. Then. the smooth head of his cock slid against her folds.
“There is no turning back now.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He gripped her throat, a warning, a promise, pressing against her pulse and constricting her airflow enough to make her head spin. His other hand braced her hips where he wanted them before he slammed home.
Kalinda choked out a cry, his girth stretching her to burning, his length filling her, and the crisp edge of pain was nearly too much. Gripping the wrists of the hand holding her throat, she dug her nails into his skin.
A metallic tang rent the air, but Romano’s jackknifing hips didn’t stop. They clashed together, nothing soft or subtle about it. She’d called him a warrior, and her body became a battlefield he was intent on conquering. He kept her pinned down with his hand, but his free one roamed her curves. Each place he passed scorched her nerve endings and made her womb clench.
He tweaked her nipples, and she groaned. He molded her breasts so he could sip at their curves, and she sighed. When he fingered her clit, she screamed. He left nowhere untouched, turning her skin into a livewire. Her magic still filled the room, gold and black touching every crevice and pressing against the walls.
“Fuck, I need more.” Romano jerked out of her and flipped her over.
Too tired to do anything more than follow his lead, Kalinda let him position her on her hands and knees. His heat burned her as he draped over her, his mouth hot against her shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, forearm pressed between her breasts and fingers finding that familiar place around her neck. Using his free hand, he pulled her back onto his cock.
They met in the center, and now his possession was deeper, more profound. Gone was the rough pounding, replaced by deep thrusts.
His teeth slid into her neck, right where he’d marked her.
Fuck the sun; she knew something much hotter—Romano.
Kalinda didn’t know where she ended and he began. Whether they had two heartbeats or one. Everything twisted and turned, combined and slid into place until they were pieces of the same picture. Her mouth hung open, and soundless screams were all she could manage. It was too much and not enough. Each caress of his shaft within her played notes of possession and craving. She followed, unable to do much more, too lost in her own slip of control. She let Romano lead the charge. By the time he roared his release, she didn’t even know her own name.
“Well, you do get messy every once in a while.”
Whoever had interrupted Kalinda’s much-needed sleep was going to get a pointy stiletto right in the center of their forehead. Even if she felt like all she did was sleep lately, thanks to her shiny new sex magic … or was it that she was just horny? Whatever. Last night’s sleep was much different. Romano hadn’t left her alone until the sun rose, and according to her eyes’ stubborn refusal to open, she’d bet she’d been asleep for a few hours at best.
“Come on, woman.”
Oh, yum. Even her sleepy mind would recognize the stimulating aroma of a robust coffee with Irish butter. And only one other person—besides maybe Zoey, who wouldn’t dare wake her up like this—knew she drank her coffee like that. Kalinda opened one eye to find Silva leaning over one side of the bed, a large steaming cup of joe in her petite hand. Of course, she didn’t look like herself at all.
“What the hell?”
Silva arched a brow but didn’t comment. Okay, it was completely weird to see Silva in a skintight, long-sleeve black getup with sterling silver plates across her breasts and abdomen. And was that a hilt over her shoulder?
There was not enough coffee in the world for this.
Kalinda sat up, making sure to tuck the cover around her naked form—this was so inappropriate for a boss to employee relationship—and grasped the offered coffee. Ten minutes and one cup down, Kalinda stuck out the cup for a refill. Silva, bless her, just smiled and disappeared.
Kalinda jumped out of bed to get dressed, but her wobbly legs and sticky thighs reminded her of how much fun she’d had last night.
Yeah, not going to think about the mating part, or how good it felt, or how close we came, or even the emotions leaking through our weird, magic sexytime thing.
