Page 76 of Kiss of Magic

He alternated long strokes along her cleft with teasing little nips and nibbles around the sensitive nub. She moaned as his clever tongue made it swell with excitement.

He’s going to make me come.Dani’s hips started moving to a rhythm of their own as his mouth worked her towards the point of no return. She didn’t want him to stop. But equally, she didn’t want the pleasure to come too fast.

She pushed herself away. When he looked at her, confused, she gave him a wicked smile.

“My turn, hunter.”

She helped him take the rest of his clothes off, running her hands appreciatively over his body, studying him as he’d studied her.

She saw his scars again, but this time up close. The marks on his torso which told the story of his past. Old injuries, long since healed. Cuts and gashes, and something that looked suspiciously like a bullet wound just under his ribs. She resolved to ask him about that. But not now.

She trailed her fingertips across his abs, feeling them tense under her caress. He had perfect muscle-tone. But she liked what was below even better.

He closed his eyes as she kissed his stomach, little butterfly kisses that sent quivers through his groin. When her hand closed round his rigid shaft, he couldn’t prevent the low growl that slid from his throat.

She brought her lips to within an inch of his manhood, deliberately teasing him by blowing softly on the tip.

“Dani,” he groaned, straining upwards. She flicked out her tongue, dabbing up the clear drops of dew that had gathered.

“You taste like the sea,” she told him, before engulfing him completely.

His mind went blank. All he could feel, all he could focus on, was the exquisite onslaught of her warm, wet mouth.

“Fuck, Blue,” he gasped, barely able to articulate the words. Her head bobbed lower and he swore his erection touched the back of her throat. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever felt in his life.

She scratched lightly at his chest with one hand. The other went between his thighs to cup the sac at the base of his shaft. He touched her hair, hardly believing it was happening. He was going to come. He was going to…

She broke away and licked her lips, smiling.

“Hold that thought, hunter.”

“You’re a cruel witch,” he said hoarsely.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

She crawled up his prone body until she was at eye level. Her hair formed a blue curtain on either side of their faces as she brushed his lips with her own. Their tongues twined together and they tasted each other’s essence.

“Tell me,” he groaned. “Tell me what you need.”

“Open your mouth,” she said huskily. “I want to come in it.”

She straddled his face and held onto the bedhead for support. She took her time, relishing the feel of his hot breath on her satin folds. Then she sank onto his mouth with a blissful sigh as his tongue worked its way into her slit.

Her scent was spicier now and it washed over Blake like a heady perfume. She was wet – god, she was a furnace – and helapped feverishly. Each stroke of his tongue made her writhe and he was forced to grasp her hips to keep her centred.

“Goddess,” she gasped as his tongue found her pleasure spot. He teased around it, circling it until she was shuddering with excitement.

She took his hands and guided them to her breasts, crying out when he pulled lightly on her nipples. Waves of pleasure spiralled from her core, turning her bones to liquid gold. This time she didn’t try to interrupt it. Couldn’t.

The honey flowing from her became thicker, muskier, and he knew she was close. He stroked her curves and thrashed at the little nub pressed to his mouth until she was moaning helplessly.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, don’t stop. I’m going to… I’m… oh…”

And suddenly his mouth was flooded with her nectar. He lapped eagerly, unable to get enough as she came and came.

He could wait no longer. He lifted her hips and moved her down until she was positioned above his straining shaft. He paused, though it cost him everything he had.

“Dani,” he said tersely, “Can I…?”

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