Page 160 of A Courage of the Chosen

His magic presses harder onto me, encircling my nipples, drawing on the sensitive nerves between my thighs, and teasing my entrance. I fight the way my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.

“Are you fond of this shirt?” I repeat the question he asked of me.

“Not at all.”

The white material shreds at the seams as I use my magic to tear it from him. I move onto his pants next, expertly commanding my power to unbuckle his belt, undo the button, lower his zipper.

“Shit,” he laughs as mist lifts his ass and pushes his pants and underwear down at the same time, just enough to expose the hard length of him.

When mist wraps around his cock, Callahan hisses through clenched teeth. It spurs his magic on further, and it tugs on me in all the right places as my mist begins to pump him.

“Fuck, Elsie. You feel that?”

“Yes,” I gasp. His desire races along our bond as it usually does, but more than that, it permeates through my chest, starting where the piece of him resides, until my entire upper body is alight with his pleasure and mine.

I can even feel him through my magic, his skin soft and unyielding beneath the slow strokes I command it give him.

Back and forth we go. His power playing with my pussy and kneading my breasts, mine rolling up and down him, caressing his balls with each downward motion.

My arousal drips onto the table, and pre-come leaks from the swollen head of Callahan’s cock onto his thighs.

“You’ve never looked sexier than when you’re spread open and soaked for me.” He speaks it like a prayer laced in sin, filthy and ravenous.

I reward him with a more languid tug, and it’s the final straw. He drops his power, letting me go, and I surge forward while keeping Callahan bound to the chair. I climb into his lap, and run my aching center along the underside of his shaft to give myself the friction he’s denied me.

Callahan’s lips find my neck, and he bites into the sensitive spot he knows drives me wild. My nails dig into his shoulders as I begin to ride him.

“That’s it, Elsie. Claim me.”

He spurs me on with rolls of his hips, edging me with every movement.

“I . . . I’m right there, Cal.”

“You’re so perfect for me. Look at my beautiful wife using my cock to make herself come. Such . . .” Another shift that strokes the perfect spot. “A good . . .” He takes my earlobe into his mouth, his hot breath skittering down my neck. “Fucking girl.”

I detonate.

Starting deep in my belly, it spreads in waves until there’s nowhere I don’t feel it. The orgasm wrecks me and then stitches me back together, just to fray me at the seams all over again.

In my haze, the power securing Callahan behind the chair slips, and his hands find my ass as he guides me through the last of my release, driving his hips into me harder.

Shaking and panting, Callahan stands with my limp body in his firm hold, and carries me through to the bedroom where he lays me on the bed.

He kicks off his boots, shucks off his pants and underwear, and settles over me. He positions himself at my entrance and slides the tip in as though he’s as desperate for this as I am. My body welcomes him home with ease.

“More. Please give me more.”

He accepts my plea, and pushes inside me in one smooth thrust. His jaw works with restraint as I adjust to his size, and when I’m ready, I lift to kiss him slowly, fiercely.

Callahan rocks back and forth, drawing almost all the way out before he drives back in again, while his kiss melts me beyond comprehension.

He hits my innermost walls when he hooks an arm under my knee to change the angle, and a long, low moan echoes from both of us.

Sweat coats our skin, and a second climax begins to build inside me. Deeper than the last. The kind that will make me forget everything but his name when it hits.

But something else builds alongside it. A presence that has no business here.

No. No. No. Not again. Go away.