Page 9 of Magic's Rise

He leans down to brush our lips together. “I’ll take that into consideration.”

“See that you do…” A moan escapes as he kisses me.

His cold lips coax me to open, his tongue slipping past their seam to stroke against mine, sending tingles through my body.

Icy fingers slip under my shirt to cup my breasts, and I flinch. “Your hands are freezing!”

“Sorry.” He pinches my hard nipples, and electricity shoots down to the growing heat between my thighs. “They’ll warm up soon.”

The contrast of hot and cold raises goose bumps all over, making my skin tingle.

With each deep, claiming kiss, I melt further beneath him, desire curling through me. He pushes the nightshirt I wear over the tops of our heads, and I pull my arms free of it before wrapping them around his broad back, marveling at how well we fit together.

His thumb grazes my nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Even after all this time, I still can’t quite believe Ambros and I found each other, despite the odds set against us. It took a perfect culmination of events for our paths to cross, and I cherish each moment we’ve shared since.

“Rowe.” He kisses down my chin to my throat. “You have no idea how much I adore you.”

Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word tells me daily that he loves me, but it’s still not enough.

My leg wraps around his hips. “Show me.”

A groan leaves him as he traces a path down to my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

My hands tangle in his auburn locks, urging him closer.

“Rowe.” Warm lips nuzzle my throat. “I could just eat you up right now.”

I arch my head back. “Then do it.”

Instead of sinking his fangs into my neck, he rises above me to once more claim my lips in a heated kiss, his tongue thrusting deep as he rocks against me, his hard cock rubbing my clit through the thin barrier of my underwear.

Gasping, I lift my hips to meet him, the material growing damp with my desire.

I reach down, trying to push my panties out of the way, but the press of our bodies holds them in place. “Off. Now.”

He nibbles on my ear. “Show some patience.”

Head turning, I catch his bottom lip with my teeth.

A shiver goes through him, and he reaches between us, tracing along the waistband of my underwear before slipping beneath the fabric. The cool sensation of his touch on my heated skin draws an excited moan from me, and I release his lip to kiss his chin and jaw.

“You’re so wet for me.” His nimble fingers circle my entrance, then sink inside of me as he groans. “So warm.”

His head dips to capture my lips in a searing claim that curls my toes while his hand moves between my thighs, deftly driving my pleasure higher.

I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as my back arches, desperate for more contact. Every nerve ending sings under his expert touch, and I teeter on the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” Ros whispers against my neck, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin there as he continues to work his magic.

Moaning, I tip over, release pulsing through me in waves that leave me breathless and trembling.

My inner muscles clench around his fingers as they leave me, and his cock slides home. The stretch of being filled sends pleasure through me once more, but Ros isn’t finished.

Even as I adjust to the delicious fullness of him inside me, his fangs pierce my vein, and overwhelming ecstasy crashes over me, leaving me gasping for breath as I climax again.

I quiver from the combined sensation of Ros feeding on me while taking my body, every thrust sending fresh waves rolling through me.

When at last I don’t think I can take any more, he freezes over me, his hips pressed flush to mine, and warmth floods my channel.

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