Page 39 of Reluctant Wizard

She couldn’t say why hearing the normally reserved and polite Cillian curse made her more aroused, but the words rocketed through her and a moaning, pleading sound escaped her. His pants had fallen down and she clung to his naked hips, seeking more of his mouth, kissing him greedily.

“Yes, love. We’ll take care of you, easy now.” He trailed kisses along her jaw and down her throat, sliding the straps of her chemise down her arms, dragging the silk over her already taut and aching nipples until they sprang free. Cillian cupped both breasts in gentle hands, though his magic swelled like a sea in an approaching storm, and he brushed her nipples with his thumbs so she trembled and shuddered, whimpering, and he slowly kissed her collarbones, and the space between her breasts, a tantalizing seduction that drove every thought and worry from her mind. Over his bent head, she dreamily watched out the window as the snowflakes emerged from the soft gray overcast, manifesting from nothing to take sparkling shape, swirling with their companions to thicken in a lacy fall.

Cillian murmured his affection, his reverent admiration, along with gentle reassurance, another blizzard, but of words, some elegant, some filthy. He kissed her nipples, drawing them with sweet succor into his hot mouth, then sucking hard and chuckling wickedly when she yipped, her hands now burrowed hard into his curls.

“I adore you,” he said, withdrawing and lifting the chemise over her head before tossing it aside, his hands immediately returning to her breasts, fondling her sensitized nipples so she squirmed helplessly. “You have me thoroughly enchanted. Intoxicated. Kissing your skin is like drinking the headiest of red wines.” He dropped kisses to her nipples, drawing on them as if he drank and she writhed and sighed at the exquisite sensations and the delicious words he gave her. Not just a scholar, but a poet, in thought and deed and touch. “Your nipples are dark as bloodred roses and a thousand times sweeter.” He inhaled deeply, humming deep in his throat. “I could breathe you in forever. I need to taste you. May I?”

“You already are.”

He laughed again, a dark sound of sensual amusement. “Oh, darling. No, I’ve barely begun.” Kissing his way down her belly, he sank to his knees, slipping fingers under the lace of her barely-there panties. Then, shocking her, he placed a kiss directly on her mons, breathing hot, moist breath over her pussy.

“Oh,” she gasped in pleasure and realization.

“Yes.” He eased her panties down her thighs, inhaling again as if he couldn’t get enough. “Delicious.” Kissing her there again, this time with his mouth directly on her, he slipped the tip of his tongue into the cleft between her nether lips, with lightning results.

She convulsed, a strangled cry escaping her. His hair bit into her fingers, she held on so tightly. “Cillian!” she gasped.

“Oh, yes, darling,” he said with satisfaction. “You taste as delightful as I imagined you would. I need more. Step out.” Sliding her panties all the way down, he held them for her to kick out of as he’d done with her pants. “Good girl.”

Why those words melted her, she didn’t know—and she’d never want anyone else to know how they worked on her—but she loved hearing it on some core level beyond reason.

Grasping her thighs, steadying her, Cillian backed her toward the bed. “Sit, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Also, you can relax your death grip on my hair.”

“Oh! Sorry,” she muttered, having forgotten in her dazed desire.

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied, a wicked grin she’d never seen on his face before. “Feel free to pull all you like—and you’re going to want to—I just don’t want you to fall over.”

“I wouldn’t fall over,” she protested, slightly offended.

“You were swaying, dizzily.”

“It wasn’t that extreme.”

“It will be,” he promised with dark sensuality, placing his hands on her knees. “Spread.”

Flushing, both self-conscious and aroused, she eased her thighs apart, allowing him to open her even wider to his wizard-black gaze. “So fucking gorgeous,” he breathed. “Lie back if you need to.”

“Why would I—” She broke off on an undignified squeal as he licked her nether mouth from bottom to top. The sensation shot through her, heating her to the melting point and buffeting her with the waves of his magic. Her head swam as he ministered to her, licking and sucking, making sounds like he did when eating one of his hot, fresh cinnamon rolls. That image sent her even further over the top. Unable to hold still, she squirmed under his teasing kisses and caresses, making a guttural sound when he slid a finger into her passage, pressing deep within her.

She climaxed then, a thousand times more intensely than when she made herself come. This was Cillian, his dark curls and exquisite face between her thighs, feasting on her with such erotic abandon that she lost all control, her thoughts scattered to the winds, a blizzard now of black and crimson. Distantly, she heard her sobbing cries of pleasure. Her head swam and she realized she had indeed fallen back, her fingers clawing the sheets as she bucked her hips in the helpless throes of what he brought her.

And he didn’t stop there, instead looping her knees over his shoulders and feasting more, thrusting additional fingers inside her to add a deep, welling drive to the sharper sensations evoked by his scraping teeth and clever tongue. The additional contact gave her a keener, more overwhelming sense of his magic and she caught the wave of it, surfing ever higher and faster, until she crashed, tumbling head over heels into release.

With a wordless sound of delight, Cillian kissed his way up her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts, then laid himself beside her, smoothing a hand over her quivering belly and propping his head on the other. She rolled her head to look at him, her eyes not quite focusing.

“Still in there?” he asked with a smile, very much the cat who’d been in the cream. Recalling exactly what he’d been lapping up with such enthusiasm, she blushed. “Ah, I see you are.” He bent to kiss her and she tasted salt on his lips, more echoes of the ocean. Still in a sensual dream, she imagined his magic and her body had somehow blended to make the elixir.

“Mmm. Delicious,” she murmured.

“Yes, you are.” He gave her one more lingering kiss. “I should get started on that gingerbread for you.”

She grabbed hold of him before he could move away. “Wait. I know that’s not all.”

His brows climbed. “We don’t have to do everything the first night.”

But what if it’s the only night? She knew better than to speak that fatalistic thought aloud to sunny-minded Cillian, with his lovely family and his head in the pages of a book. “I want to have sex,” she told him decisively.

“I feel I should inform you that this is all sex,” he replied with a quirk of a smile.

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