Page 13 of Magic Unrestrained

Savannah bit her lip as he stood and drew her top and bra over her head in one swift motion. The roughness of the act sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. "Gage, please," she begged, her voice hoarse.

He didn't make her wait any longer; he dropped back to his knees. With a growl, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her clit with expert precision. He licked and suckled, his hands cupping her ass, holding her steady as he devoured her. Savannah's fingers twisted in his hair, her hips thrusting against his mouth, seeking more of the pleasure he was delivering.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against her, his breath hot on her sensitive flesh. "Come for me. Let me taste you."

His words were like a trigger, sending her spiraling toward the edge of release. Gage's tongue flicked and teased, his fingers joining in, sliding inside her, finding the perfect rhythm. Savannah's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she rode his face, her orgasm building with relentless intensity.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out, her body trembling as the climax hit her. "Gage, I'm..."

He didn't let her finish, continuing his relentless assault on her sensitive clit, drawing out her pleasure, making her cry out again and again. Finally, he slowed, his tongue soothing the sensitive bundle of nerves as her body trembled in the aftermath.

Pulling away, Gage stood, his eyes smoldering with satisfaction. "That's just a taste of what's to come, Savannah. Now, it's time for the main course."

He lifted her, carrying her towards the bed, his mouth roaming over her body as if he couldn't get enough. He latched onto a nipple and sucked hard. Savannah's heart raced as he laid her down, his lips claiming hers once more in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hardness against her core, aching for him to fill her.

Gage broke the kiss, his eyes locking with hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. "You ready for this, baby?"

Savannah nodded, her hands running down his sculpted back, feeling the flex of his muscles.

With a growl, he thrust into her, filling her in one smooth motion. Savannah arched her back, her eyes rolling shut as she reveled in the sensation of being stretched and filled. Gage's hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Open your eyes, Savannah," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. "Watch me fuck you. See how good it looks to have my cock inside you."

She obeyed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his intense gaze. The sight of Gage, his body straining with effort, his muscles taut, was almost enough to push her over the edge again. He moved with purpose, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide as he plunged into her again and again.

"You feel so fucking tight," he grunted, his breath coming in short pants. "So wet and hot around my dick."

Savannah's hands gripped the sheets, her body moving in sync with his, meeting each of his powerful thrusts. "Harder, Gage," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, harder."

He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. Gage drove into her with abandon, his hips slamming against hers, the bed creaking beneath them. Savannah's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her orgasm building once more, fueled by the roughness of his possession.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his hands squeezing her thighs. "Come for me again. Let me feel that sweet pussy milking my cock."

His words were her undoing. With a cry, Savannah shattered around him, her body clenching and pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Gage followed her over the edge, his own release claiming him as he emptied himself deep within her.

As their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal, Gage rolled onto his side, pulling Savannah with him, her back pressed against his chest. She could feel his heart pounding against her, their bodies still slick with sweat.

"That was..." Savannah began, searching for words to describe the intensity of what they had just shared.

"Incredible," Gage finished for her, his lips brushing her ear. "But we're not done yet, Savannah. Not by a long shot."

She smiled, turning her head to press a kiss to his jaw. "I can't wait to see what you have planned next, Mr. Rougarou."

In that moment, with the city lights twinkling beyond the windows, the demons and darkness seemed far away. All that mattered was the heat between them and the promise of more pleasures to come.

Chapter

Seven

GAGE

Gage woke with a start, the early morning light filtering through the large windows of his loft casting long shadows across the polished floors. The remnants of the night before clung to him—the heat of Savannah’s body beside his, the intoxicating taste of her lips, and the undeniable chemistry that had sparked between them, threatening to consume them both.

For a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling and grappling with the chaos in his mind. His feelings for Savannah were... complicated. There was no denying the attraction, the pull he felt toward her, but there was also something more—something dangerous. She wasn’t just another woman he’d been drawn to; she was a demon hunter, one of the infamous Duvall sisters, and that made her both a threat and perhaps the best thing that had ever happened to him.

She could either ruin him or be the salvation he hadn’t even known he needed.

Turning his head slightly, he watched her sleep, her face relaxed and peaceful. Her short, blue-tinted hair was tousled, and one arm was draped lazily over the covers, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She looked so vulnerable, sodifferent from the fierce warrior he had fought alongside just the night before.

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