Page 31 of Their Fated Magic

To my surprise, he slides me down into the water until my legs wrap around his back. Our eyes lock, and I can feel his massive erection pressing along my pussy. I rub myself against him, and he swears, his grip tight on my ass.

“You want this?” he asks again, breathless.

“I want you,” I whisper.

A shudder racks his body, and he shifts beneath me so the head of his cock is pressing to my opening. I close my eyes and cling to him tightly as he starts to press inside me. The fit is tight. Almost impossibly tight. Almost too tight to bear. But I grip him tightly and hold on.

He’s panting, holding onto my hips for dear life. He eases one inch after another of his cock inside me until he hesitates. “I never– want to hurt you.”

“I–know.” I can barely get the words out.

“This might– hurt a little.”

I dig my nails into him. “Okay.”

Then he presses into me.

Pain explodes inside of me, unfamiliar, and even though he warned me it's somehow unexpected. His cock slides in further until I swear he’s deeper than I ever thought possible, and then he’s holding me tightly. Huge. Uncomfortable. Branding me in a way I never imagined.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

I’m not sure, but I nod.

And we stay like that for a long time. So long that I start growing accustomed to his length. So long that it stops feeling quite as impossible and uncomfortable.

Then he starts to slide in and out, slowly and gently, and all the pain is gone. All I feel is pleasure. Incredible pleasure. There are sparks inside my body that seem to warm my entire soul.

I hold him closely, but this time because I never want him to let me go. He moves faster and faster inside of me until our rapid breathing is synced and my body is humming with need. I’m using my legs around his back to give me leverage. To meet his thrusts. To increase that incredible pleasure inside of me until I can barely control myself. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin.

Then, something happens. Something explodes inside of me. A ball of pleasure more powerful than any magic I’ve felt in my life. It makes me work against Garrick harder, every movement sending those sparks inside of me into a raging inferno. My nipples are so hard they ache. My muscles tense, and then Garrick says my name, and I feel it… his hot seed spreading inside of me. Coating my insides. And it’s so fucking hot that I ride him harder, feeling another wave of pleasure crash over me until I collapse in his arms.

A connection, strange and unfamiliar, stretches to life inside of me, a taut thread between Garrick and myself that feels right in all the best ways. And yet, I have no idea what it is. Is this how it always feels after sex? Like the other person has become a part of you?

Could this be love? Or is it something else?

“Damn it, Tara,” he whispers, breaking me from my thoughts. “Damn it.”

Is he upset?

I’m trying to calm my racing heart. Did I do it right? Was that the way it’s supposed to be? “Was it not… good for you?”

He leans back from me, and our gazes catch. “It was amazing. Was it good for you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I never would have thought having something so big and hard inside of me would feel good, but your cock feels amazing.”

He swears under his breath. “You’re going to make me want to start all over again if you keep talking like that.”

My eyes widen. “You want to do it again? Already?”

He chuckles and strokes my cheek. “We can take some time before the next one. You might be a little sore.”

I nod. “But…” I feel embarrassed. “We will do that again?”

His eyes darken. “Oh, my sweet Tara, if you let me, we’ll do that all day every day. I’ll have you bent over so many different things that you’ll be scared to bend down, lest you find my cock buried deeply inside of you.”

I shiver, turned on.

“Now,” he whispers, “we should get cleaned up and keep looking for a way out.”

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