Page 22 of Magic Unrestrained

With a growl of desire, Gage lifted her, pressing her back against the island. The windows bathed them in a silver light, creating an ethereal backdrop to their passionate encounter. Savannah waved her hand, removing her clothes and offering him everything. Her breath quickened as she felt his fingers trace the outline of her wetness, teasing her.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Savannah," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you around me, right now."

Before she could respond, Gage plunged his fingers deep inside her, claiming her with a rough urgency. Savannah gasped, her head falling back against the wall as he stimulated her sweet spot, his thumb rubbing her clit in rhythmic circles.

"Oh, fuck, Gage," she panted, her body trembling on the edge of release. "I need you. Now."

Gage's cock, hard as steel, pressed against her core, seeking entrance. With one swift thrust, he filled her, his length stretching her to the limit. Savannah cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she welcomed the invasion. Gage began to move, his hips snapping forward with powerful strokes, driving into her again and again.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal rhythm that echoed their desperate need. Gage's beard-stubbled jaw brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he whispered dirty words in her ear. "You like it rough, don't you, baby? You want me to fuck you hard and make you come?"

Savannah could only nod, her words lost in the pleasure coursing through her. He pounded into her, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust, driving her closer to the edge. The sensations were overwhelming, a delicious torture that pushed her towards the brink of ecstasy.

"Come for me, Savannah," Gage growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel your pussy clamp down on my dick. Give it to me."

His words were like a trigger, sending her over the edge. Savannah's body convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her pussy gripping his cock in rhythmic waves, milking him as her juices flowed freely. Gage's own release was imminent, and he thrust harder, burying himself deep within her as his cock pulsated, filling her with his hot cum.

They stayed entwined, breathless, and satisfied, their hearts pounding in unison. Gage's demon seemed to have retreated, leaving only the man she loved. Savannah smiled, knowing that she had helped him reclaim his humanity, at least for now.

When it was over, his breathing slowed, his muscles relaxed, and the glowing red in his eyes dimmed, replaced by the familiar warmth she knew so well.

When they finally pulled apart, Gage’s eyes were clear, his body no longer trembling with the monstrous energy of his demon half.

“Savannah,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and disbelief.

She smiled, tears prickling her eyes. “I told you. I’m not losing you.”

He pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. For a moment, they stood there in the quiet of the loft, the world outside forgotten.

But they didn’t have time to linger. With a wave of her hand, she clothed them both again, readying them to fight.

“We have to stop them,” Savannah said, her voice steady even as her heart raced. “Vesper is going to open the gateway soon. If we don’t stop her...”

Gage nodded, his eyes hardening with determination. “Then we stop her. Together.”

Just as they were about to leave, Gage spun her toward him, pinning her against the wall and kissing her deeply. “I love you, too, but when this is over, we’re going to have to talk about you rushing headlong into danger and kissing a demon.”

She smiled seductively at him. “How about we do that stretched out in bed while you have your evil, demonic way with me.”

Shaking his head, Gage grinned at her. They left the loft without another word, racing through the streets of the city toward the main water treatment facility. Savannah’s heart pounded with every step, not just from the urgency of the situation, but from the knowledge that she wasn’t alone.

Chapter

Eleven

SAVANNAH

The entrance to the water treatment plant loomed ahead of them, the massive steel doors standing slightly ajar. Savannah's stomach churned with a mix of adrenaline and unease. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and something darker—something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The dark energy was here, seeping into the very earth beneath them.

The magic was darker than it should have been, and she realized they were no longer dealing with a demon like Falwell but with Madame Vesper herself. Apparently, the vampire queen had been content to use Falwell, but now that he was dead, she had taken matters into her own hands. Falwell had been a fool—he hadn’t realized she’d simply let him do the heavy lifting and then sweep in and take it all for herself.

Gage stood beside Savannah, his expression grim, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of immediate danger. His jaw was clenched, his muscles tense, but beneath that hardened exterior, Savannah could sense the storm of emotions swirling inside him. He was struggling, just as she was—struggling to reconcile the two halves of his nature.

Savannah’s fingers twitched at her side, the cool metal of her dagger offering little comfort in the face of what was about to happen. She could feel the weight of her fae magic, unrestrained, humming beneath her skin, ready to be unleashed, but it was the growing awareness of her human heart that sent a pulse of fear through her. If they failed here, if they couldn’t stop Vesper’s ritual in time, it wouldn’t just be the water supply that was contaminated.

It would be the entire city.

“Somebody needs to do something about ensuring every demon and his brother can’t get in here,” Gage muttered under his breath, his voice low and dark.

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