Page 38 of Magic on the Prowl

“Where are we going?”

“To play in the water,” she said and laughed at his shocked expression.

“Now?”

“Come on, Roarke. Don’t tell me you’re like a housecat and don’t like baths.”

“I didn’t say that,” he grumbled.

“Good, let’s get you naked.” At his chuckle, she raised her brows. “I wasn’t kidding.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “You are so sexy.”

She watched him rip out of his clothes in the blink of an eye. “I think you win the sexier of the two by way more votes,” she breathed.

He shook his head and lifted her into his arms. “No way, beautiful,” he said, kissing her neck and strolling to the deeper parts of the creek. He walked into shoulder-deep water by a rock. Then he put her on her feet. “Your body is curved so perfectly. There’s no competition.”

She squeaked as he lifted her to the rock seat that put her crotch level with his head. “Roarke! Are you crazy?”

“Crazy? No way, love. Imaginative.” He curled his arms around her thighs and held her in place. “So fucking perfect.”

Vibrations rocked her insides with pleasure over his words. One glance at his face and her entire body hummed. He looked ready to devour her.

“Roarke,” her voice hitched, her breaths puffing out in short bursts. “I need you to do something soon or I’ll hurt you.”

He chuckled and lowered his head between her legs.The first lick and tension unraveled slowly in the pit of her belly. She gasped. “Oh, my…”

There were no thoughts as the cool water lapped at her backside or the normally cooler air hit her heated flesh. Instead, she focused on his hot tongue gliding up and down her folds. The amazing feel of his lips suckling on her clit.

A loud groan rolled up her throat. She grasped his hair with her wet hands, holding the strands in a deathly grip.

He slid a finger into her, taking her so slowly with the digit, she wanted to scream. Her leg muscles tightened. Her belly quivered and her nipples pebbled into tiny points.

He lavished her with multiple licks and sucks. Air pounded hard in her chest, fighting its way into her lungs. She swore he rubbed his entire face on her sex. It was insanely erotic to feel the bristles of his beard. No man had ever done that to her. Then there were the growls. Every time he licked, he growled. The vibrations electrified her blood to boiling level. She choked out a gasp as her body tensed, so close to the edge, she couldn’t think even if her life depended on it. Then he sucked on her clit hard.

“Roarke!” she screamed. The tension in her belly exploded into a crescendo of earth-shattering pleasure.

Waves of bliss cascaded outward to her limbs until she swore she’d lost all ability to move. She blinked repeatedly trying to bring herself back to reality.

Roarke pounced out of the pool and landed above her. Water dripped down his muscular body, down his powerful abs and thick shaft.

She whimpered. His golden gaze melted her to the rock. Fur sprouted from his sideburns. She opened her mouth to say something but was left breathless when he picked her up and repositioned her to be on all fours.

He caressed his fingers down her back. “I need inside you.”

Yeah. Even his voice was a low growl. He licked the back of her shoulder, nipping as he slipped the head of his cock into her.

“Oh, Roarke,” she groaned. He felt so big. Hot. Throbbing.

Her pulse pounded in her ears. She clawed at the ground, looking for leverage. He continued driving into her, stretching her taut.

Once he was fully seated, he bit her earlobe, pulled back and quickly drove forth. He gripped her hips hard, the tips of his fingers digging into her flesh.

Another plunge and she saw stars. He propelled back and pushed in, balls deep.

“My stunning witch, how hot you are,” he growled. “I love how tight you feel.” Another pull and drive in. “I want to fill you with my essence, Daisy.” His breath brushed the back of her neck. Another plunge and she gasped out a groan. “I want my scent in you. On you. I want my seed to take root in your belly. You’re the only one I want.”

She blinked. The things he said hadn’t been said to her during sex. Ever. Roarke hadn’t been this vocal before. “You…what?”

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