Page 103 of Inflamed By an Incubus

She moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, as she kissed him and tasted herself on him. His answering groan was pure male as he drove into her, one hand gripping her hip to pin her in place while the other was anchored over her shoulder.

Holding her at his mercy.

As if she wanted to be anywhere else.

Heat built inside her again, stoked by every press and withdraw of his cock, with every brush of his pelvis against her bead, and she couldn’t hold back the moans that burst from her lips between kisses.

Couldn’t stop herself from dropping her hand to his bare backside and gripping it tightly. He moaned and jerked forwards as she dug her fingertips into his bottom, spurring him on, and then he was taking her harder, driving her towards release with each fierce plunge of his length.

It hit her in another blinding wave of bliss as Fenix drove deep into her and his rigid shaft kicked hard and throbbed, the feel of his hot seed pumping into her pushing her over the edge with him. She moaned as he held her to him, keeping her in place, making her take all he had to give. Her body greedily accepted it, flexed around his shaft to milk every drop from him.

After a few long minutes, he sank against her, his breath leaving him on a contented sigh as his head drooped to hit her shoulder. His body trembled against hers, his softening cock twitching occasionally, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her.

Fenix shifted his head and kissed her, softly this time, slowly bringing her down and rekindling her desire at the same time.

He drew back, his gaze soft as he looked down at her, his eyes searching hers as he stroked his fingers over her damp brow. “What are you thinking?”

There was a flicker of worry deep in his eyes and she knew what he was thinking. He feared something terrible would happen to her now. She didn’t. Nothing could touch her in this moment and she wouldn’t let anything spoil it.

Tomorrow, she would face reality again.

Right now, she wanted to live this dream a little longer.

She smiled wickedly and rolled him onto his back, mounting him at the same time.

“I’m thinking… encore.”

Chapter 31

Fenix couldn’t remember the last time he felt this sated, or this powerful. He slid a glance at Evelyn as she stepped away from him, the early morning sunlight casting highlights in her fair hair and warming her skin, making it glow in contrast to her black T-shirt and fatigues. She was radiant today, fitted into the country garden of Rosalind’s cottage, rousing a vision of her drifting among the colourful blooms that bordered the sloping lawn at the back of the house and how she would pause to look at him, and how her backdrop would bring out her beauty. He wanted to capture an image of her like that.

Her golden gaze slid to meet his, the heat in it as her pupils slowly dilated telling him that she was far from done with him.

Gods, his little phoenix was insatiable.

Even more so than she had been when they had been together before the mage had cursed them.

She had ridden him to another two powerful climaxes before finally succumbing to a need to sleep, and then she had curled up in his arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do, cementing that feeling that she was right.

She always loved him.

She only forgot that she did whenever she was reborn. The memory of her love for him was stolen from her by the curse, but her feelings came back into focus whenever they met.

He didn’t want to believe the other theory she’d had though. The thought that all the times he had fought his need to see her and had tried to let her live a peaceful life had been for nothing sat heavily in his stomach, weighing him down. He had tried to do the right thing for her and it hadn’t changed a thing if her theory was correct and she loved him whether she remembered that feeling or not.

How many times had she died?

He had counted eight based on the times he had caved and surrendered to his need to see her and try to be with her, but the true number could be twice that or more. All those deaths he hadn’t known about. He hated the thought of her suffering like that, having to go through death and then being left with no memories of who she was.

His fingers curled into tight fists and she noticed, her steady gaze falling to his hands before it lifted to his face again and she stepped towards him, closing the distance between them down to nothing. Her fingers brushed his, her caress sending a thousand volts shooting up his arm and jolting his heart into action. It thundered against his ribs as his gaze dropped to her mouth.

Fenix eased towards her, intending to claim her lips again, not to steal energy this time but to steal a drop of comfort and reassure himself that last night hadn’t been a hunger-induced hallucination.

And that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Someone cleared their throat.

He slid a black look at Rosalind where she stood next to her mate on the dewy grass of her cottage garden, the old thatched building standing behind her up the slope. The petite blonde witch merely smiled at him in return, her blue eyes bright with mischief.

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