Page 88 of Magic's Rise

“Not too gentle.” I tug at his shirt. “I need you, too.”

Haut reaches for the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head and dropping it to the floor. Bending, he kisses my bare shoulders, tracing my collarbone with his lips as his hands slip under my chemise.

Slowly, he pushes it upward to cup my ribcage, his thumbs sweeping over the underside of my breasts. My pulse quickens, heat flooding through my veins as he bends to worship each newly exposed patch of skin.

My chemise flutters to the ground, and he kneels, taking off my shoes and socks before peeling down my leggings.

He kisses my thigh and nuzzles the junction of my legs. “You smell so good.”

Moaning, I tug on his clothes. “I don’t want to be the only one naked.”

He lifts his arms, letting me pull off his T-shirt before he stands. With so much masculine beauty in front of me, I can’t resist smoothing my hands over the firm pecs that have been taunting me since last night.

As I lean forward to lick one small nipple, his breath catches, and he cups the back of my head, encouraging me to explore his smooth, tanned skin. I rake my fingernails down his washboard abs, following their path as I drop to my knees to help him out of his boots the same way he had done for me.

His hard length tightens the front of his pants, and I rub my cheek against him, marveling at the heat that radiates from his body. His scent thickens, musky and wild, like the forest. It intoxicates me, making my legs tremble as I reach for his belt.

My knuckles graze his cock as I dragged down his zipper, and his boxers tent out of the opening, the blue material damp where it covers his tip. I hook my fingers in his waistband, pulling them outward and down, freeing him for my hungry gaze.

Before I can taste him, though, Haut scoops me up effortlessly and carries me to the bed, laying me down on the soft quilt.

He towers over me, his eyes dark with hunger. “You’re so beautiful.”

He lifts my leg, capturing one of my toes with his lips, sucking on it gently. “I adore all your tiny digits.”

Liquid heat pools between my thighs as he moves to the next toe, and then the next. His sweet torture continues over my ankle and up my calf.

“These dimples, too.” He kisses my knee. “I love every part of your body.”

My pulse quickens as his mouth grazes my inner thigh, whispering praise and leaving tingles in his wake.

Moss-green eyes lift to meet mine as he reaches my center. “I love the way you taste, too.”

Pulse racing, I open my legs, offering myself to him. Warm breath teases my sensitive skin as his head dips, and my heart stutters in anticipation.

The first swipe of his tongue curls my toes with pleasure, and a moan pours from my lips as he nuzzles into my folds to find the small nub hidden within. His tongue traces slow circles, making me gasp and clutch at the soft quilt beneath me. Haut chuckles against me, the vibrations adding another layer to the exquisite torment.

“My mate tastes so good,” he growls, before diving back in and sucking gently on my clit.

Electricity arcs through me from head to toe, and a near-silent cry escapes. My fingers grip the quilt tighter, knuckles turning white as Haut continues to lavish attention on my most sensitive spot, alternating between lapping at me and teasing me with the tip of his tongue.

A tremor runs through me, and he groans with encouragement. “That’s it, let go.”

As if all I needed was his command, I fall over the edge, my inner walls pulsing as pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling and breathless.

My body still shakes as Haut kisses his way up my torso, pausing to lick inside my belly button, then moving on to lavish attention on my breasts, sucking gently, drawing new moans from me.

He continues his journey upward until he hovers over me, our eyes locking for a moment before he presses his lips against mine in a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, feeding me the taste of my release as he licks deep, delving into every part of my body.

Haut reaches between us, positioning himself at my entrance and sinking inside in a steady push. As he stretches me open, filling me completely, he drinks down my moans.

My arms wrap around his broad shoulders as he begins to move, each thrust slow and deliberate.

The gentle rock of Haut’s hips massages my clit, sending tingles through me as he continues to touch and caress me with such love and tenderness that it leaves me breathless. The scent of our desire fills the air, joined by our soft sounds of pleasure and the occasional creak of the bed beneath us.

His fingers push through my hair, cradling the back of my head. His forehead presses against mine, our eyes locked as the fire between us builds. He pushes deep, swirling his cock inside me, and I clench around him as tingles rush through my body.

With a groan, his pace increases, his hips snapping harder, pushing me closer to release before he forces himself back to gentleness.

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