Page 26 of Twisted Magic

Fastening the other shoe on her, he drank in the spectacle before him, Seliah’s dark hair in disarray, tumbling over the bed, her eyes nearly gold as she lay splayed in the gown, naked from the waist down, her knees drawn up, endless legs finishing in those shoes that had been whispering for him to come fuck her the moment he saw them. Considering, he bent one of her knees, drawing the panties down over the shoe, freeing her legs, letting the lacy garment dangle around her other ankle.

“You might as well take them off entirely,” she whispered, shivering under his hands.

“Don’t argue with the artist,” he told her. “This is how I want you.”

She nodded, even though he hadn’t asked a question, trembling as he slowly and deliberately parted her thighs, her swollen sex opening to his avid gaze. Groaning, he released her one leg, allowing her to find a comfortable position for it, and freed his cock. Still gripping her other ankle, the one decorated by her sensual, soaked lingerie, he gradually bent her leg until the panty-decorated shoe and foot were near her head. “Is this all right?” he asked, though she was a flexible thing.

She licked her lips and nodded again. “I feel very exposed.”

“Good. I’m going to penetrate to the depths of you. You’ll be hiding nothing from me.”

Guilt flickered dark across her face. “Jadren, I—”

He stopped her with a kiss. “Later. Right now, there is only this. I missed you.”

She gazed up at him, amber eyes misty with emotion. “I missed you.”

“Good,” he breathed. Positioning his achingly hard cock, he slid into her, hiking her knee even higher. She gasped as he buried himself deep inside her sheath, her muscles gripping him like the hands she vised onto his hips. “Too much?” He was panting from restraint, but uncertain if she meant to stop him or urge him on. “I know it’s deep.”

“So deep,” she answered on a released breath. “So good. More.”

She whimpered a little as he pulled back, making him smile and press a kiss to the arch of her foot, then pushed in, using his other hand to lift her hips, positioning her to take him even deeper. She made a guttural sound, breathing ragged, so he gave her a moment, sucking her big toe into his mouth—as far as the shoe allowed—while he waited.

“I didn’t know you were so into shoes,” she said, whiskey-voice, shuddering beneath him.

“Oh, Seliah,” he replied, nipping her toe so she squeaked and undulated around him, her inner muscles spasming, “you have no idea.”

She started to laugh, then gasped as he withdrew slightly and slammed home, her cries becoming screams of pleasure. From then it was all frenzy, the two of them tearing at each other, all finesse lost. He screamed, also, when she sank her teeth into his shoulder, her nails raking his ass as she dragged the leathers off his hips. He drove into her, deep and desperate, savoring her orgasms until he could restrain himself no longer, emptying himself into her with a strangled cry of completion, collapsing there, his face in her hair, their hearts thundering against each other, cradled in the embrace of her sinuous body and bright, quenching magic.

“It’s good to see you again, too,” she said, a while later, her voice throaty, her breathing no longer so frantic.

Laughing softly, he turned his face, finding the soft hollow under jaw first, thus kissing her there. “I love you, Seliah. With everything in me, I love you. You should know that.”

She caught her breath. “Is this a prelude to another goodbye?”

He lifted his head, managing to lever himself up onto his elbows, so he could look into her eyes. “No. Why would you ask that?”

“It’s a pattern with you,” she answered drily, though with raw vulnerability beneath. “You only say nice things to me before you leave.”

“You left me this time,” he pointed out, still bleeding a bit inside from that moment of finding her gone.

“Not on purpose!” she protested, bucking beneath him.

Interlacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her to the bed. “Never leave me again, Seliah. Voluntarily or otherwise. I can’t bear to be without you.”

Stilling, she gazed up at him. “You mean that.”

“With all my heart, if I had one that wasn’t a shriveled husk.”

“I guess you really do like these shoes,” she said gravely, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Well, yes.” He traced the elegant length of her thigh. “But you should know this is more than sex. I don’t know how to love anyone, but I’m willing to learn if you’ll teach me. I’ll learn anything you want me to, putting you in alternate form, whatever. Just promise to be mine, always.”

“I promise,” she said, a secret smile curving her lips. “If you promise to be mine, always.”

“I already am,” he told her, shivering internally from the raw intimacy of it all, “but I promise anyway.”

“Good.” Her smile widened. “Because I love you Jadren El-Adrel. And I think you do a fine job of loving me already. High scores for your potential in love.”

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