Page 30 of Their Fated Magic

I’m panting hard when his lips break from mine. He gently kisses my neck, making his way down to my collarbone, and then stopping to suck in a way that makes my toes curl. I press against him, feeling small and protected. I feel safe in his arms.

As he pulls back, he looks into my eyes with a hungry gaze that makes my body quiver with excitement. "You're so beautiful," he breathes out, running his hands up my sides to cup my breasts. His thumbs trace gentle circles around my hardened nipples through my shirt, causing delicious tingles to shoot straight to my core.

I moan softly in response, my entire body alive and humming for his touch.

Leaning close to me, he whispers in my ear. “That is a beautiful sound.”

His hands slide under my shirt, pulling it over my head. The material flutters to the ground, and then I’m left topless in front of him, feeling hot and flush. He steps back and takes me in slowly, his eyes lingering on my breast.

“Tara, you are incredible.” He moves closer once more and brings a hand up to touch one of my breasts, kneading and massaging it, and his mouth lowers to my other breast.

Instantly, a shiver rolls through my body as his hot mouth sucks my nipple. Gently at first, then harder. My head rolls, and I don’t know what to do with myself. It all just feels so damn good.

“Goddess," he murmurs against my nipple before taking it between his teeth and sucking even harder. The sensation sends shockwaves through me as I arch my back involuntarily, groaning loudly. The sound seems to fuel him even more because his movements become more intense. It feels incredible - too good to be real.

Breaking his lips from my breast, he grins wickedly before slowly slipping off my pants and boots. His hands slide up my bare thighs, stopping just short of where I ache for them to go even further. A shiver runs through me as he takes in the sight of my bottom half. Moaning softly, he leans in closer to run his nose along my thighs. Instinctually, I part my legs a little. And wait.

Goosebumps rise on my skin as Garrick traces the outline of my core, his calloused fingers moving slowly, exploring. He runs his fingers lightly over my pussy lips, spreading the folds open to reveal how wet I am. Then he plays in my folds, his touch light as I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

My hips jerk forward when he slips a finger inside of me. He doesn’t go deep, just the tip, but it feels strange. It feels… good.

Fucking hell.

I suck in a deep breath, realizing that everything about Garrick is large, including his fingers. I feel full with just one of his fingers inside of me. How the hell would I be able to take his cock? He gently slides his finger in and out of me, touching me like Drogo. But unlike Drogo, this man cares about me. This man wants a future with me.

Stop thinking about the wolves. Focus on Garrick.

My eyes flutter shut as I grip his shoulders, willing my legs to keep me standing. There’s something building inside of me. It feels like lightning, and it pulses throughout my whole body. A moan escapes my lips when his fingers brush against something inside of me that feels impossibly good. How can anything feel this good?

His touch is magical; each stroke of his hand on my clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I bite down on my lip, trying to contain the moans that escape from deep within me as he works his magic. My hips buck against him, begging for more as he takes control of my senses. I can feel the heat building inside of me, an inferno begging to be released. His finger moves in and out of me in a steady rhythm that pushes me closer and closer to the brink.

And then he pulls his hand back.

I sag against him. “Garrick?”

He’s breathing hard. “I want to make love to you, Tara. I don’t think I can stop myself if I keep going.”

Clinging to him, I pull back, so we’re face-to-face with each other. “I want you to make love to me too. If you can be gentle with your monster cock.”

“You sure?” he asks, and there’s doubt and hope in his eyes all at once.

I nod.

To my surprise, he picks me up, his big hands wrapped around my thighs, and carries me into the hot spring. The warm waters rush over me, and we disappear under the surface for a minute before resurfacing. We’re still both breathing hard. My whole body is tingling. But I like the feeling of being clean. Of being warm. Of being near Garrick.

He pulls me closer, kissing me again. Our mouths lock together as our tongues dance, and every small flick of his tongue drives me wilder.

Our kiss breaks, and his gaze meets mine. “Do you like what my tongue can do?”

“Yes.” The word rushes out of me.

He lifts me and then lays me back on a smooth rock, my feet dangling in the water.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I whisper.

In response, he parts my legs wider and his face suddenly presses against my core. I cry out, shocked as his tongue darts inside my pussy. My head rolls back, my back arches. He spreads me open and feasts on me like his favorite dish, that tongue of his making me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Sometimes he presses his mouth in deeply, sucking and making me thrash. Other times, his tongue darts out rapidly, and my mind goes blank as desire hits me in full force.

“Garrick. Garrick,” I chant his name, twisting and turning on the rock. Needing more.

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