Chapter 46 #3
A glimmer of magick and pleasure skitters over my skin, making my body clench around Alexus’s hardness. The intensity almost shatters me, the binding of our power, tangling and twisting like lengths of silver silk.
I hadn’t thought two people could be any closer than the intimacy that happens during lovemaking, but I feel Alexus Thibault throughout every speck of stardust that makes me, me.
He turns my chin forward. Our glistening reflection and his penetrating emerald gaze stare back at me in the arched window across the room.
“Look how breathtaking you are.” He traces the witch’s marks spiraling around my breast, then lowers his hand to my clit again. “Watch what you do to me.”
Then there’s nothing in the world but us.
Nothing but the way we fit together—bodies and magick—the way he takes me so thoroughly.
One moment he’s clutching my breast, and the next, he’s teasing me between my legs, his magick singing in my blood.
It’s a cruel dance, one he prolongs, sending me to the brink of rapture again and again, our every movement captured in the glass across the room.
I am clay beneath his skilled hands, changing, as though he’s molding me.
Not back to the woman I was, but to someone new—someone damaged but unbroken, wounded and yet healed.
I’d feared how he might change me, and yet he reminds me of who I am and who I can be with every caress, every kiss, every thrust, our magick entwined, bright as a beacon, showing me parts of myself long-buried, parts of myself unknown. I like who I am with him.
Who I’m becoming.
Arching back, I wrap my arm around his neck and writhe on him, that ache inside me building to a final breaking point. Alexus moves harder, murmuring my name like a holy enchantment.
This time, he doesn’t stop touching me. Masterfully, he rolls his fingertip across my clit and lingers. Those merciless circles and his pounding rhythm begin to unravel me.
He moves faster, thrusting so hard and so deep that I taste his magick, sense it gliding across my skin, until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
He’s too much. Too consuming.
He’s everything.
“Come for me, Raina,” he begs on a shredded breath, touching me. Touching us. “Let me feel your sweet pussy coming for me.”
Gods above and below, my body obeys. Pleasure cuts through me, lightning flashing like fire in my veins, my core filling with liquid heat as I spasm around his hardness.
It’s as though I slip outside myself, the connection to ecstasy so intense and thrilling that—for those long, wonder-filled moments—utter bliss is all I feel.
No sooner than I begin the quivering fall back to reality, Alexus grips my breast, his other arm tightening around my waist. There’s so much power in him, though contained.
Even now, it’s almost unbearable, but I still want to set it free.
I want to experience what it’s like when he’s inside me and brimming with magick.
“Stop me if I hurt you,” he whispers against my neck.
My stomach tightens with anticipation. I shake my head—because there’s no way I’ll stop him—and again, his smile tickles my skin.
He lowers his strong hands to my hips, and euphoria rises once more. His release builds, throbbing so hard inside me.
Dark desire washes through my veins as I train my eyes on the window. The fierceness of his claiming is stunning to behold, his muscles tensing and flexing as he thrusts and thrusts, each onslaught jolting my body, stoking my arousal anew.
“Fuck, Raina. Fuck, yes.” His fingers bite into my hips, and in the window, with snow falling beyond, he tips his head back and moans so loudly I’m certain someone has to hear it. All that silky black hair slips over his shoulder as a strained gods leaves his lips.
I cover his hands with mine, squeezing, because he’s carrying us away again, and I can do nothing more than hold on and let him.
Gasping, I take all he has to give, until he cries out my name. His sinewy body shudders hard against mine, and I shatter a second time, my entire body quivering with the most exquisite pleasure.
When it’s over, we collapse on the bed, sweat-slicked and exhausted, wrapped in one another’s arms and one another’s magick.
We lie side by side, staring into each other’s eyes for a long time—gently caressing, exploring, touching—the crackling fire and our slowing breaths the only sounds in the room.
Alexus kisses my fingertips and then cups my cheek before pressing his lips to my mouth. It’s a slow, sweet kiss, deliberate and unhurried. I love it, but I pull away.
“You cannot keep kissing me like that, or we might never leave this place,” I sign, throwing more of his words from the wood back at him.
A gorgeous, heart-stopping smile unfurls across his face, and that dimple shines. “Well, you see, that is what it is to be mine, and I intend to show you several more times tonight if that’s all right.”
I smile, too. A genuine smile. A smile I feel in my heart and soul.
I touch his dimple and drag my fingertips through his beard before pulling him on top of me. “Promise?” I sign.
He presses his reply into the skin over my heart. “I promise.”