Chapter 23 #2
“Slow,” he murmured, stroking his thumb over my knuckles. Somehow, he managed to infuse so much sensual promise in that one word that my knees went weak, and I was glad I was already on the ground.
“Slow,” I agreed, and he released his hand.
Rising to my knees, I pressed my bare torso against his, savoring every ridge of muscle as I kissed him long and deep.
My fingers worked gently at the buckle on his belt, easing it free, and then the button on his shorts came next.
By the time I gripped the button with my thumb and forefinger, we were vibrating with anticipation.
I unbuttoned his shorts slowly, feeling every inch of his arousal as my knuckles slid against the fabric. His shaft sprang into my waiting hand, and I grinned against his mouth as he growled in approval.
“No underwear?” I teased, skimming my finger along his length.
“I never wear any,” he muttered, trailing hot kisses across my jaw. His teeth clamped down on my earlobe, and I instinctively squeezed him.
“Yes,” he groaned in my ear, hips rocking forward. A thrill shot through me at the sound of raw need in his voice, and I gave him what he wanted, stroking him until his shoulders gleamed with sweat in the moonlight and his chest heaved.
“Enough.” His voice was rough as he pulled my hands away, and I let out a surprised yelp as he reached around and collected my breasts into his big hands. I moaned as my sensitive nipples rasped against his palm.
“You’re extraordinary,” he murmured, eyes on mine even as he used his skilled hands to tease my breasts. He seemed to be drinking in every detail of my face. “I don’t think the Creator could have crafted a more beautiful and spirited woman if he tried.”
My face flushed at that. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”
He laughed. “Of everything I’ve said and done in the past few weeks, this is what you find ridiculous?” He let go of my right breast to stroke my cheek with the backs of his fingers. “The fact that you’re stunning?”
I grinned a little. “No, you’ve said plenty of things that are ridiculous,” I said to him, sliding my hands down the back of his shorts and squeezing his ass. “It’s just hard to believe that someone who’s lived as long as you have has never met a better-looking woman than me.”
“I’ve met many beautiful women in my lifetime,” Iannis admitted. “But none of them were you.”
He ducked his head, and I gasped as he took one of my nipples between his teeth.
Electricity zinged through my veins as he teased the taut, sensitive bud with his teeth and tongue, and I scraped my nails up his back and dug them so hard into his shoulders that I was certain there would be gouge marks in his flesh in the morning.
But my response only seemed to encourage him, and he slipped one hand down my flank, his long fingers finding that aching place between my legs.
“Iannis!” My eyes flew wide as he slid a finger inside me.
My legs turned to jelly as my sensitive, aching flesh pulsed in response to his touch.
Sensing weakness, he took advantage of the opening and pushed me onto my back, then claimed my mouth in a searing kiss as he slid a second finger inside me.
I arched against him as his fingers found that sweet spot inside me, and he massaged it until I was a hot, writhing mess, moaning incoherently as my hips strained against his hand.
I desperately needed release, but his palm was just a little too far away for me to get the right angle.
He was teasing me, the bastard, drawing it out, and I wasn’t sure if I loved him or hated him for it.
“Please,” I finally begged. “I want you inside me.”
“Do you?” His voice echoed in my mind, and I gasped as he slipped inside me again, the same way he’d done back in Maintown when he’d helped me heal that human.
The sensation of his soul brushing against mine sent a thrill through my body, and I was suddenly awash in Iannis’s desire for me.
I could feel how hungry he was, how his body ached to be joined to mine.
But even more important was his desire to please me, to watch me tremble and gasp, and to know he was the cause of every sound of pleasure that sprang from my lips.
His fingers slid against my sweet spot again, and the scent of magic teased my nostrils.
I cried out as an explosion of exquisite sensation filled me, clinging to him tightly as whatever he did triggered the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
I was utterly alive, ever single fiber of my body lit with glorious flame as pleasure rippled through me.
Gasping, I went limp in his arms as the wave finally receded. I shivered as he trailed hot kisses up my neck and across my jaw again, my body still aching for more despite the release.
“What…what the hell was that?” I managed as he nibbled on my earlobe, fingers still working inside me.
“Magic,” he said, his lips curving against my skin as he sensed my shock. “What, it never occurred to you that a mage could use his power to enhance his woman’s pleasure?”
“Sex and spellcraft don’t usually go together in my mind,” I said breathlessly, arching my hips against his hand.
Iannis chuckled, his violet eyes glittering as he pulled back to look at me. “They will by the time I’m done here tonight.”
I gasped as his power filled me again, bracing myself for another explosion.
Instead, he only enhanced my need, increasing the tingles running through my veins, the heat flushing my skin, the swollen ache between my thighs until I writhed beneath his fingers, mindless with need.
He held me at the brink of orgasm for a long time, then released me just when I was on the verge of punching him.
My cries of pleasure echoed in the night as pleasure ripped through me again, leaving me breathless and shaking.
“Now,” he growled, pushing my legs apart. His arousal brushed against my center, and I hissed as my inner muscles clenched with need. How could I still be so hungry, after he’d already given me so much pleasure?
But I was hungry, and I knew I wouldn’t be sated until we went all the way.
I gripped his hips, urging him forward, and he laughed as he buried himself completely inside me.
We moaned in unison at the instant rush of pleasure, and I instinctively clamped my legs around him, drawing his body tight against me.
My lips sought his as he began a slow, steady rhythm, and I lifted my hips to meet his, thrust for thrust. As equals.
Our bodies trembled with the effort of holding back, the desire to savor our first time greater than our need for completion.
But instinct eventually won out, and Iannis’s thrusts came faster, harder, deeper.
Our souls were still joined, doubling the pleasure for both of us, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders to try and find purchase in this crazy, relentless storm of sensation.
“More,” I demanded, arching into him. He used his magic on me, intensifying the pleasure of each thrust, turning me absolutely molten with need.
When I came again, the rush of euphoria was so intense I was, for a moment, without sight or sound.
There were only the waves of fierce, almost violently pleasurable sensation, followed by the sweetest relief I’d ever experienced.
I felt Iannis’s body stiffen against mine, sight and sound coming back as he surged deep inside me with a groan.
He buried his face in my hair, shuddering as he came, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight as he rode it out, savoring his orgasm as it rippled through my own body.
And as I stroked his trembling back, I knew I would never let him go, no matter what life decided to throw at us next.