Page 79 of Beg the Night

“Yes,” she breathed. “I can feel it.”

“Good.” I leaned down and kissed her neck, sucking gently on the skin.

She moaned, her back arching.

My stomach dipped as my magic purred.

More phantoms filled the air around us.

As I sensed them, I nearly pulled them back, afraid I would lose control. But I fought the urge, knowing I still needed more if I was going to help Athena and Mags.

I needed everything. My powerandhers.

Fingers digging into her flesh, I moved my lips down her collarbone. She pulled herself against me, slipping her bare leg around my hip, pressing her exposed core to my groin and holding herself there.

Holy. Fuck. The heat of her seeped through the fabric, and I almost lost all control. Jaw clenched, I pulled back and inhaled deeply.

She kept her eyes closed, trusting me to do what I told her I would. The thought grounded me, brought me back to myself. I brought my lips down against her collarbone. I wanted to rip that dress right off her body, but that was definitelynotpart of the plan.

With a squeeze of her hip, I relished the way my fingers dented her flesh. Fuck, I loved the feeling of her bare skin under my touch. And apparently so did she, because a pulse of her magic shot through me, causing my power to jerk back.

“More,” she breathed.My god. “More, Sinner.”

“Open up to me. Let me in. I can feel you.” I brought my hand down to her bare pussy, barely brushing across her skin.

Eyes snapping open, she sucked in a harsh breath and hooked her arms around my neck.

I pressed my forehead to hers and rubbed my fingers through her slit. She was already so fucking wet. Her body wanted this just as badly as I did.

But no matter how much we wanted each other, it wasn’t right. She would regret it afterward. I probably would, too, though I was starting to think regretting anything to do with Athena would be damn near impossible.

I pushed a finger inside her and swallowed down the moan that rolled off her tongue. My dick was so hard in my pants it fucking hurt, but this wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about what I wanted.

This was about her.

More of her magic filled my chest. It warmed me, but there was something sinister there, too. A facet that reminded me of my own magic.

A darkness.

I choked back my shock as I curled a finger inside her, watching for cues as to what she liked, reacting to every whimper or squirm.

My power loved every minute of it.

“Oh god, Sinner.”

“It’s working,” I whispered, my face buried in her neck. “It’s working, Athena. Keep opening up for me.”

She whimpered again, spreading her legs even wider and tightening her fingers in my hair. “Take it,” she said. “Take it all. It’s yours.”

Though she was talking about her magic, a deep, primal part of me responded when she arched her back and pressed her breasts against me. She was mine.All fucking mine.

“That’s it, Athena, that’s it.” Without slowing my movements, I brushed her clit with my thumb. I wanted her to drown in pleasure. To be overcome by it.

“I’ve got you,” I said as more of her magic crawled into me like it was finding its home. My power stirred and shifted, shadows now filling the room.

Athena didn’t seem to care. I had been pushing my powers down for so long, this finally seemed like freedom.Shefinally seemed like freedom.

And the power she was giving me, holy shit.

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