Page 105 of Seduce Me in Shadow

Sydney’s silence is deafening. Time stands still, the air between us crackling with tension, filled only by our ragged breaths and thundering hearts.

Finally, she tightens her arms around me, nails digging into my skin. “I’ll likely regret this later, but…don’t you dare leave.”

I smile. I’m playing with fire, no doubt, but bloody hell if I’m not eager for the burn.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I murmur, giving her one final out.

Her response is to arch against me, a soft, pleading whimper escaping her lips.

Right, then. Decision made.

I gather her up, lifting her hips to mine. I pause to worship one breast with my mouth, then the other, savoring her soft moans. She wraps her legs around me, urging me higher, desperate for more. She doesn’t have to invite me twice.

“Patience,” I tease, even as my own control frays.

“I need you,” she gasps. “Now.”

“Are you still sore?”

“Not enough to say no.”

With a nod, I position myself at her entrance and press in gently. When she tenses, I withdraw before easing in once more.

For endless minutes, I repeat the process, delving deeper with each measured stroke until her tight cunt surrounds me and the friction has me ready to combust.

Sydney is heaven, and I intend to lose myself in her while she’s all mine.

She kisses my cheek, my throat, my shoulder as I bury my face in her fragrant neck, inhale our mingled scents, and thrust with a tortured groan. Fuck, no woman has ever felt this good.

Something is shifting between us, transcending the physical. It’s raw, intense, bloody brilliant—and terrifying.

I exhale and push inside her again, losing myself in the sublime sensations. I drag in another breath, one blissfully full of her, as I plunge deeper into her welcoming body. Pleasure sears through me like lightning. My head spins. Christ, I can’t breathe without her.

A primal need claws at my insides, demanding release. The words of the Call burn on my tongue, threatening to spill. I fight it, knowing the consequences, but God help me, I want it.

“Become a part of me, as I become a part of you…”

Sydney, flushed and breathless, peers up at me. Those chocolate eyes, so trusting, so full of heat, nearly undo me. “I think you already have.”

I clamp my jaw shut, trapping the rest of the damning words.

“And I love it,” she murmurs, lifting her hips to meet my next thrust before she tosses her head back, lost to passion.

Bloody hell, she’s not making this easy. My resolve crumbles more with each of her breathy moans.

I increase my pace, urgency building. Bliss careens through me, shredding my self-control. The impending climax and the need to complete the Call collide in my head, tangling in a knot of desire and fear. It’s more than pleasure, more than emotion. It’s belonging. A soul-deep yearning to claim her as mine.

The next words slip out. “Ever after, I promise?—”

Myself to thee.

The words hover on the tip of my tongue, dangerous and tempting. One slip, and everything changes. Forever.

Sydney moans, tightening around me. Her pussy starts to pulse in a way no man, wizard or otherwise, could resist.

I groan, teetering on the edge. “Sydney. I?—”

Want you. Love you. Need you forever.

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