Page 27 of Dark Witch: Twin Destinies

Under her fingers, his muscles felt tense, but the way he touched her was gentle. His hand brushed over her breasts and belly and then hovered over her center.

"The scent of your desire is like a siren call I can't resist." He kissed her again while his fingers dipped between her wet folds, teasing, caressing, and when he worked two into her, she groaned into his mouth.

She needed him inside of her, which meant it was time for a condom.

As if reading her mind, Edgar stretched his arm out to reach for the drawer in the nightstand where they had put the condoms and fished out a packet.

He handed it to her. "Put it on me."

"Yes, sir." She tore it with her teeth, removed the rubber, and sheathed him.

As he entered her, they both groaned and then he was moving, his hips retreating and surging forward in an ever-increasing tempo and power until he was ramming into her again and again and driving her up toward the edge of the cliff.

The world fell away as they lost themselves in each other, the pleasure building and cresting until it consumed them both. Jasmine cried out Edgar's name as she shattered in his arms, waves of ecstasy crashing over her one after the other.

He followed her over the edge, releasing with a primal roar that echoed through the room, but he didn't bite her.

They clung to each other, their sweat-slicked bodies entwined and their hearts pounding in sync.

"I'm glad that you didn't bite me, but I also regret it," she whispered into the crook of his neck. "I love the feeling of euphoria washing over me and the trip that follows."

He lifted his head and looked at her with a smile on his handsome face. "You would have been out for hours, and we are supposed to go talk to the others and show them what you found."

"I know."

He smirked. "Don't worry. I plan on making love to you again when we return here tonight, and then I'm going to bite you."

As a new thrill of desire rushed through her, Edgar groaned. "Don't do this to me, woman. I won't be able to get out of bed."

"I'm not doing anything." She moved her hands to his sculpted ass and dug her fingers in the muscle.

He was already hard again, and if they had a little more time, she could have enjoyed another round, but it would have to wait for later.

20

MARINA

The sounds of the ocean and the salty tang of the breeze were soothing, but Marina was too tired to enjoy either of them as she and Peter made their way towards the bungalow area.

She shuffled her feet and concentrated on not falling on her face and on keeping her eyelids from drooping. It sucked to be a human, especially when paired with an immortal who looked as fresh and energetic as if he'd slept the entire way from Long Beach to the Oregon Coast.

He wrapped his arm around her middle, propping her up, while his other hand pulled his suitcase with her duffle bag balanced precariously on top of it. Everything she owned fit into that one bag that wasn't even full. She was still trying to overcome the embarrassment of him seeing the room she'd shared with Larissa and how meager her belongings were.

Marina had caught the pinched expression on Peter's face when she'd collected her things and hugged Larissa goodbye. He hadn't commented on anything, but he had seen and internalized that he had fallen in love with a real Cinderella who had next to nothing to her name.

When they reached the first bungalow, Peter stopped and looked down at her. "Do you want to check this one out?" He nodded towards the door.

Looking up the street and the ascending line of bungalows, she shook her head. "I want the top one." Surprisingly, no one had thought to use the abandoned facilities to house more guests. They could have commanded a premium price. "It has the best view, maybe even of the ocean. It's on the top of the hill, so its windows should clear the lodge's steep roof."

Peter glanced up at the hill, then back at Marina, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure you can make it up there? You look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet."

He wasn't wrong, but she was stubborn, and she wanted that bungalow. "I won't. I can do it."

Peter chuckled, then turned around and crouched down. "Hop on," he said, patting his back. "I'll give you a piggyback ride the rest of the way."

Marina hesitated momentarily, glancing around to see if anyone could see them, but the area was deserted, and the five hundred feet uphill looked daunting.

"Thank you. You are the best." She climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Peter stood up with ease, hoisting her higher, and grabbed the suitcase and bag with his free hand.

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