Page 24 of Magic Unleashed

Griff tipped her back on the bed, his eyes devouring her like a famished predator, and she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.Phoenix reached up between them to unfasten his belt, the metal jingling as she pulled it free from the belt loops of his jeans. She reached for the top button of his fly, opening it so his cock could be free of its confinement. His cock seemed to be straining toward her lips, begging for her attention. She closed her lips around his length, making him groan as he fisted her hair. He tasted like a mixture of whiskey, brimstone, and vanilla. As she began to suck his dick, his hands explored her body, tracing her shoulders, neck and head.

Panting heavily, Griff pulled her off his cock and tilted her head back so he could look deeply into her eyes. He looked sohungry, almost as hungry as she was. Griff leaned down, licked his lips seductively before continuing to press fairly chaste kisses along her skin. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, his free hand reached down to tweak her nipple, and she gasped, arching her back and pushing her breast deeper into his hand.

He pushed her onto her back as he knelt beside the bed, his tongue circling her clit and toying with her sensitive nub. Tremors of pleasure coursed through her body. Griff was relentless, seemingly determined to bring her to the ultimate pleasure.

Phoenix was lost in the rhythm of his mouth, his hands exploring her skin, but ensuring she remained where he wanted her. His tongue flicked and circled her clit, never missing a beat. She could feel the wetness that had pooled in her core beginning to seep from her body. He pulled her thighs apart, opening her up so he could have more. Phoenix ached for release, for the satisfaction of his touch.

The more he toyed with her clit, the closer she got to the edge...but she didn't want to come yet.

Her heart pounded in her chest as her breathing grew more ragged, and her moans echoed in his bedroom. Griff never broke his concentration, continuing to pleasure her with his mouth and tongue. He lifted his head, grinning as he gazed at her. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, knowing he was bringing her the utmost pleasure.

Phoenix reached down and pulled him up her body, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that seemed to prove that the two of them had always been meant to be connected in this way.

"I want you," she confessed.

“Baby, if you can’t tell you have me, I must be doing something wrong,” he teased.

He licked his lips and lifted her more fully onto the bed before covering her with his body, lining up his cock, andthrusting up into her, hard. Phoenix cried out as she came. He was so long, so heavy that he stretched her wide, and she felt as though she could feel every inch of him taking up every inch of available space. Stretching her inner walls with every successive thrust, he plowed into her as deeply as he could.

His eyes never left hers, and he found that same rhythm from the only other time they’d made love, sending tremors of pleasure through her entire body. Phoenix threw her head back against the mattress, gripping the bedsheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she struggled to hold on to her composure. Griff was a man who knew how to use his cock, and he rocked her world for what seemed like forever, fucking her through not one but two orgasms—one coming on the heels of the other, so she had no time to recover.

Griff picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, each stroke sending her desire through the roof. Her moans became louder, escalating into cries of pleasure until everything became too much again. Phoenix was hitting her breaking point, and he was fucking her like they were stars in a porno film. Suddenly, she went careening into a free flight of pleasure as he gave a final, ferocious thrust deep inside her, and she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming as it clamped down, milking his cock as he spent himself inside her.

Griff groaned loudly as he collapsed on her, giving her his full weight for a moment before rolling to his side and bringing her with him. Before she knew what he was up to, he reached across her body, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from his nightstand and cuffing them together.

“This time, you’re not going anywhere,” he growled.

“Possessive bastard, aren’t you?” she teased dreamily. Phoenix knew she should be pissed, but somehow, that just seemed to require a lot more effort than curling up close to him, listening to the beat of his heart.

Phoenix knew this wasn’t the answer to all their problems—either with this case or with this thing that existed between them, but she couldn’t seem to summon the will to care. For tonight, they were safe, and the demon had been banished back to whatever hell had spawned it. Tomorrow was another day, and they could deal with all of the repercussions then.

Chapter

Ten

GRIFF

Griff woke to the familiar feeling of an empty bed, the sheets cool where Phoenix had slept. He wasn’t surprised—disappointed, yes, but surprised? No. That was how Phoenix operated, like smoke slipping through his fingers. His hand absently drifted to the handcuff bracelet on his wrist. The metal felt cold against his skin, and a grim smile tugged at his lips as he lifted his arm.

The other half of the handcuffs was empty. Instead, a small note was looped around it. Griff sat up, the morning light streaming in through the windows as he unfolded the paper.

You didn’t really think a pair of mortal handcuffs would slow me down, did you?

Griff chuckled, shaking his head. Of course, she’d escaped with ease. Only Phoenix could turn slipping out of cuffs into a playful taunt.

The note continued:

Meeting my sisters at Café du Monde. Be back in a while.

He tossed the note on the bedside table, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the empty space next to him. Well, at least she’d left him a note. She had him tied up in more ways than one, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could play this game of back and forth.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling him out of his thoughts. The name flashing on the screen made his stomach twist. Captain Moreau.

Griff sighed, knowing exactly why she was calling. He grabbed his phone and answered, already anticipating the conversation.

"Captain."

"Detective Broussard, I need you in my office. Now."

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