Page 41 of A Roar for Magic

“Do you have any idea,” he whispered against her hair, his voice carrying that gravelly rumble, “how perfect you feel in my arms? How badly I’ve wanted to hold you like this?”

Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath her palm. “I want you to show me.”

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, and the heat in his eyes made her breath catch. Slowly, giving her time to pull away, he lowered his head until their lips were a breath apart.

“Last chance to run,” he murmured.

TWENTY-FOUR

Instead of answering, she closed the distance between them.

The kiss started gentle but quickly deepened, filled with hunger and need that matched her own rising desire. Their magic twined, creating golden sparks that danced around them like fireflies. His hands tightened on her waist as she pressed closer, wanting to eliminate any space between them.

When they finally broke apart, she could feel the vibration of his barely contained purr where their chests pressed together.

“Stay with me tonight,” he breathed against her lips, and the raw emotion in his voice made her heart flip. “Let me show you exactly how much I want you.”

Looking up into his eyes, seeing the mix of desire and tenderness there, she was done fighting this attraction between them. Done letting fear hold her back from something that felt so right.

“Yes,” she whispered, and his answering smile was like sunrise.

“I want you.” He reached out and held her face as he lowered his head to capture her mouth in a kiss. He devoured her. She tugged at his shirt, yanking and pulling until it was off. He wasso strong, thick, and muscular. Her fingers couldn’t get enough of touching him.

His tongue dipped into her mouth as he explored every inch of her. His hands traveled to her neck, down her shoulders, to her waist until he gripped her, holding her close to him. He pressed his erection into her before grabbing her ass and she lost her ability to think. He kneaded her cheeks, all the while rubbing against her.

She tried to kill her moan but her body betrayed her.

“I want you too,” she whispered but took a step away from him.

“Don’t fight it. You want this. I can smell how much.”

Rook tugged the straps off her shoulders. She didn’t stop him. There was no turning back at this point. Lust and need had completely taken over. She reached out and cupped him through the material of his pants.

He tugged her dress off and slid the material of her panties to the side, letting his fingers run along her slick sex.

“You’re already soaked. I’ve barely touched you, and I could take you right now.”

“I can’t seem to control my body around you.”

He gently nudged her down until she sat on the edge of the sofa chair. It took him no time to pull her underwear off when he knelt in front of her.

Rook gripped her knees, and without any warning, he spread her legs wide and dove in, tongue first. He took a long lick of her slit before twirling his tongue on her clit. Holy stars. She arched into his touch, her hands going to his hair.

“By the stars, Rook. Don’t stop,” she panted when he sucked the nub into his mouth.

He chuckled and pulled back to kiss her thigh softly. “Clover,” he said, “if you want me to keep going, you’re gonna have to promise to give our relationship a real chance.”

“W-what? You want to talk about that now,” she argued. “I’m so close.” She moved her hand to her sex.

He pushed her hand away and replaced her fingers with his tongue, lapping at her with everything he had. He pushed a finger into her entrance and quickly added another. Clover shouted his name, arching off the seat to give even more of herself to him. Under his touch, she cried out as her orgasm tore through her. She hadn’t come that hard…ever.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted before her words were lost to her release. She bucked her hips against his face until she stopped trembling. “Wow,” she said, flopping back onto the sofa chair.

“If you think I’m done with you, you seriously underestimated our connection.” He pulled at his pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing the ties. As soon as they fell around his knees, he gripped his erection, pumping up and down, his eyes not leaving hers.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment since the first time I saw you.”

This man. How could he say things like that to her and make her fall deeper into his trap?

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