Chapter 12 #3
She hooked her finger over the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Now these.” She pulled it and let it snap back. He blinked at the sensation, then complied.
“You looked good on my bed. I want you on it again.”
He grabbed a crinkly package out of his pants pocket and marched to her room. When he tossed it onto the nightstand and turned around, he was at full attention…in every way.
She stepped up close to him. “Make love to me. We’ll sort out everything else later.”
She slid her hands over his chest, the contours of his muscles. The feeling of being alive rushed through her, her blood pulsing, her heartbeat pounding. And a strong man crushing her against him as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Oh, yes, hot comfort.
His tongue moved through her mouth, exploring, devouring.
His hands skimmed down her back and beneath the waistband of her panties.
He cupped her cheeks and let the tips of his thumbs explore as he drew his hands back up.
She pressed her hips closer, rocking against him.
He let out a soft growl, drawing his hands dangerously low.
She’d never been excited without the guy having to work at it.
Kade had gotten her twisting beneath his touch and hadn’t even touched her intimately.
Now she growled, echoing the roar of her Dragon.
She’d never made that sound before. The primal nature of it stirred her deep inside.
“Vee,” he whispered, lowering her to the bed and nuzzling her neck as he came down with her.
She’d told him not to call her that, but now the word trickled through her blood on her soft exhale. He braced himself over her, his mouth working its magic across her skin, her breasts. He teased her just enough to make her squirm. She clutched at him, tracing her nails across his scalp.
His fingers hooked on the waistband of her pajamas and shoved them down her hips.
She wiggled the rest of the way out of them and kicked them off the bed.
His fingers and thumb drew a line to the delicate skin of her inner thighs.
A tantalizing vibration pulsed deep into her core, so wild, so crazy, she shuddered.
“What was that?” she managed between gasps as waves of an electrical thrumming sensation shot pleasure through her body.
His chuckle was low and throaty. “Sex magick. It’s a nonlethal way to use our magick.”
“Nonlethal, my ass. You’re killing me.”
The sensual spiral wound through her entire body, making her pull his thick hair as her body arched.
His sexy chuckle was just as stimulating. “Oh, you’ll live, babe, and then you’ll be begging me for it again and again.”
She shot him a look at his arrogance, but his devilish smile extinguished any spark of ire. Then he sent another wave of magick that knocked her flat on the bed again. She clutched at the sheets, feeling like she might lift right off the bed.
Her breath came in short pants now. Her hips writhed, seemingly of their own accord.
Her hands tangled in the sheets to anchor herself.
She screamed, long and guttural, as a wave of pleasure swept her mind and body away.
Her Dragon’s essence rolled over her, heating her skin as it pressed close to the surface.
It reveled in the sensuality and danced in pleasure.
More, more, more…
“More,” she echoed on a halted breath.
Yeah, she was begging. That’s how good it felt. She didn’t even care that she was begging.
Another wave of magick flowed through her, convulsing her body. Along with another primal scream. She thought she might have ripped the thousand-thread-count sheets she’d paid a fortune for, but who cared?
When she could breathe and think again, she realized he was kissing his way back up her body. He kissed along her jaw line and murmured, “You even taste good, like a summer wine.”
Violet pushed him back to the bed and straddled him, leaning down so that her hair grazed his chest. She ran her tongue down his neck and across his pecs.
Her body was low enough to skim his as she moved.
Her breasts tingled as they glided over the hard planes of his chest. He let out a low exhale as she sank lower against him.
He ran his hands along her back, his fingers flexing whenever she put extra pressure. He arched, his fingers curling into her shoulders, and pulled her level to his face and kissed her so hard and deep she lost herself in it.
“I’ll get the condom,” she said on a gasping breath moments later. She crawled to the nightstand and grabbed it with trembling fingers. Sex had never been a need like this, a desperate need to have all of him.
While she was still on all fours, his hands slid around her waist. He leaned close behind her, his body over hers, and kissed the back of her neck.
She glanced up and caught the shadowy reflection of them in the mirror above the dresser.
The sight of him draped over her, predatory, animalistic, rocketed through her.
Her Dragon purred and made her arch into him even more.
He leaned down over her, as he’d done before, his mouth near her ear. She loved the sound of his ragged breathing and the way his fingers tightened on her stomach..
Sparks caught her eye. In the mirror, she saw a flash of blue light shimmer over his skin. It tickled all along her back.
“You’re sparking!” she said between breaths.
“Yeah…I know.” He sounded as surprised as she did. Then he sent another surge of magick.
The sensation tore through her, ripping her apart. He held her tight, more of those sparks tripping over her as the sensations swept over them.
“Holy dragonfire,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“Yeah,” he managed on his own sawed breathing.
Several seconds later, he gently wrapped his arms around her, falling to his side with her in his embrace. He looked beautiful, his face flushed and dewy, his eyes bright.
She ran her fingers along his arm. “You had electricity—magick running all over you,” she said, watching the last of the glimmers fade from his skin.
He lifted his arm, flexing his hand. “I’ve never had that happen before. That was wild.” He brushed his fingers down her face. “Everything about it was wild.”
She nodded, moving her mouth to kiss the tip of those fingers. “Thanks for…well, the hot comfort.”
“It was a lot more than that.” He pinned her with his gaze. “Wasn’t it?”
“Yeah.” What were they going to do about it? She couldn’t quite nudge that question past her lips. Too many things were already zinging around in her mind, her body. Like how right it felt to be in his arms, how everything about him felt so right, which didn’t make any sense at all.
He glanced toward the window, where dawn was beginning to lighten the sky. “It’s almost morning.”