Page 25 of Magic on the Prowl

The speed at which Roarke stripped his clothes was impressive as hell. He ripped his shirt off and kicked his pants away. His black boxer briefs clung to his muscular body, his impressive erection pushing against the material. He peeled them off before kneeling on the bed. He was all power and muscles, his tanned skin pulling taut as he moved. He was as graceful and as powerful as the panther that lay dormant inside him.

Roarke licked his lips before laying his body across hers. His lips found the sensitive spot in the crook of her neck. His tongue drew a pattern before he nipped the tender skin with a groan. “You taste delicious everywhere.”

His hardness pressed into her hip, the smooth steely skin making her dizzy with want.

Daisy couldn’t believe she’d found Roarke. Her someone.

“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off of you?”

“How hard?”

“So hard.”

He dipped his head down to capture one of her nipples. He pulled it into his mouth with a deep suck she felt down into her core. His other hand gripped her other breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers. He shifted his hips, rubbing against her smooth skin. Her hands traveled up and down his muscular back, exploring every spot that made him shiver and moan. She gripped his ass hard, leaving the half-moon imprints of her nails behind.

“Stop teasing me, Roarke.”

“Just taking my time.”

“I’m going insane here.”

“We can’t have that, now, can we?”

Daisy’s smile broadened, and she arched her hips up. The simple move had the tip of his cock sliding a fraction deeper inside her. Roarke swallowed hard as he gripped her hips. He thrust forward, filling her with one single motion. She clenched hard, desperate to feel all of it.

“Roarke,” she moaned, digging her nails into the skin of his back. “Please move.”

He did. He eased out of her before slamming home again. He used his hold on her hips to set a rhythm that was neither slow nor fast. It was the perfect equation to bring her pleasure, all the while keeping her orgasm at bay.

“You feel so good, Daisy. Bare and wet, just for me.” He nipped at her neck before peppering kisses across her chest. When he closed his mouth around her nipple, she bucked off the bed, needing everything he was ready to give her.

Deep inside her, the beginnings of her orgasm sent sparks to the tips of her fingers, to the top of her head. She was about to go off. She met Roarke, thrust for thrust, crying out his name.

“That’s it, sweet witch. Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze me.”

His words mixed with the suction against the side of her breast sent her over the edge. Daisy clenched around him like a vise as she rode out her pleasure, screaming incoherent things that all equated to his name. Roarke wasn’t too far behind, pumping his hips with less finesse before he roared out his release. It was her name on his lips as he came deep inside her.

Once their breathing had settled, he laid them on the bed, letting his hands draw patterns against her heated skin.

“That was impressive,” she sighed, content and satiated.

“It was,” he agreed before kissing her shoulder. “Give me a minute, and we can go for round two.”

“Oh, good. I was going to say I was promised multiple orgasms, and by my count, that was one.” She gave him a devilish grin, one he swallowed with a kiss.

Then, Roarke proceeded to give her multiples on top of multiples. The man was just as determined as Daisy.

SEVENTEEN

Roarke woke up, a sense of contentment washing over him as he watched Daisy’s peaceful form beside him. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, catching the first rays of morning light that filtered through the curtains. A smile tugged at his lips, and he realized with startling clarity that this was a scene he wanted to wake up to every day, a permanent fixture in his life.

Careful not to disturb her, Roarke slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, his mind filled with thoughts of potential futures together. As he quietly prepared breakfast, he pondered how to approach the subject of a more permanent arrangement with Daisy. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, a homely scent that seemed to embody the warmth and comfort he felt in her presence.

Later that morning, Daisy and Roarke joined Reed, Celeste, and Luna at the Whispering Pines town hall to discuss reinforcing the town’s magical barriers. The group gathered around a large, circular table, their faces a mix of determination and concern.

“Daisy,” Celeste began, her emerald eyes shining with encouragement, “Luna and I feel it is best for you to try again with your experimental efforts to strengthen the town’s defenses.”

Luna nodded, her silver-streaked hair catching the light as she leaned forward. “Your unique magical abilities and innovative thinking are exactly what we need right now. And I know you’re about to say that it was what created this mess to start with, but you were working hard to strengthen our defenses. Accidents happen.”

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