Page 55 of The Warlock's Kiss

Encouraged by his reaction, she tightened her grip and stroked her hand up and down, relishing the feel of him. His shaft was long and thick, scalding iron encased in velvet, andoh, it wasglorious. Liquid heat flooded her. Her sex clenched as she imagined him entering her, thrusting inside her, filling her.

Merrick’s body went taut, and he squeezed his eyes shut, his lips parting as he panted softly.

Lifting her face, Adalynn pressed her lips to his neck, trailing sultry kisses along his throat from one side to the other until she reached his ear. She snagged his earlobe with her teeth and bit down hard enough to make him growl and shudder. Something wet aided the glide of her hand as she continued to stroke him. She moved her hand up to the head of his shaft and slid her thumb over his slit, from which pre-cum had seeped.

An irresistible urge overcame her; without thinking further, she released him and brought her hand up to her mouth to suck his taste off her thumb. His flavor burst across her tongue; sweet, potent, andinhuman. She moaned.

It was delicious.

Adalynn opened her eyes to find his upon her, glowing brighter than before. Blue energy raced along his skin, pulsing out from his eyes and the tips of his fingers like restless electric currents. The light he emitted was intensified by its contrast to the thick shadows forming above and behind him, which seemed to writhe and move as though they were alive, throughout which was present asuggestionof light—like stars viewed through a black veil.

He was otherworldly; she had the sense that his body was merely a shell, that the true Merrickwasmagic,waspower, that hewasthat song she’d played downstairs.

Merrick wrapped his hand around her wrist, and that energy thrummed into her, so strong and pleasing that it stole her breath. He guided her thumb from her mouth to his and slipped it between his lips. His tongue swirled around it as he sucked.

His eyes flared; despite the intensity of their light, it wasn’t painful, and she didn’t look away from him until she realized her clothes were glowing not with his radiance, but with their own.

She glanced down to see her shirt unraveling, separating into individual threads that broke apart into tiny bits of dust before vanishing entirely. The process spread to her bra, to her pants and panties, and then to his pants, revealing their bodies rapidly. The feel of it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced—it was like a million whispered words breathed over her skin, raising goosebumps in their wake and sending a thrill to her core.

The fabric over her pelvis was gone, having disintegrated into nothingness. Before the process had reached her knees, Merrick released her wrist and shoved himself back toward the foot of the bed. There was no hesitation on his part as he dropped to his knees and lowered his face to her sex.

Adalynn gasped, eyes widening and back arching, as his tongue swept between the folds of her sex. As though by instinct, her legs moved to close, but he caught them in his hands. Dragging her closer, he shoved her thighs open and used his thumbs to spread her sex.

“Merrick,” she rasped, her fingers clutching at the covers.

His tongue was unrelenting; it lapped at her, explored her, and teased her clit. Her breaths became rapid, shallow bursts of air. Her breasts felt heavy and needy, her nipples were tight, and her body was flooded with delirious heat.

Merrick’s ravenous groan vibrated through her as he drank, and drank, and drank. His touch was fire and ice, and it spread the pleasure from her core to permeate her entire body. His unwavering, glowing gaze only heightened the sensations. He stared at her as though she were the only thing in all the universe.

The sensations soon became too much. She writhed on the bed, unable to keep still, with perspiration beading on her skin as Merrick brought her close to release repeatedly—only to back away each time, tormenting her. She gyrated her hips, needing his lipsthere, on her clit. He offered only fleeting brushes of lips and tongue, each sending a shockwave of pleasure through Adalynn that wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. It left her whimpering with frustration—she neededmore.

She touched her breasts and attempted to move a hand down to sate her own need, butsomethingknocked it away. That invisible force pulled both her wrists over her head and pinned them on the bed, refusing to let her touch herself, refusing to let her take the release she needed.

“Merrick,” Adalynn cried,begged, straining against the magical bonds, straining towardhim, his mouth, his tongue.

“I will take as long as I please,” he said against her sex, his deep voice alone enough to make her hips undulate.

A light, airy sensation—like a soft, sheer fabric against her skin—coursed over her legs, and she looked down to see those moving shadows spread outward from behind him and descend upon her. Their touches were ethereal, caressing her calves and thighs, brushing over her hips, so gentle and yet brimming with power. They stretched upward to circle her breasts, twining around them, and Adalynn gasped, her hips bucking as the shadows solidified and tweaked her nipples. Another rush of heat flooded her, and her sex quivered. It was like a dozen hands stroking her all at once.

“Please, Merrick,” Adalynn panted, her every muscle trembling with need. “No more. I need you.” She didn’t expect his compliance.

When his lips closed around her clit, his tongue pressed down on it, and he sucked it into his mouth, she shattered utterly. Her cries filled the room as she drowned in ecstasy bordering on pain. He didn’t pull his mouth away, didn’t allow her suddenly tense body any path of escape. The pleasure was pure and explosive. And she didn’t want it to stop, even though it was consuming her from within.

Adalynn was in a haze, panting with her face buried against her arm, when he finally relented.

He lifted his mouth from her sex to place gentle kisses upon her inner thighs—but even those little kisses were charged with magic that pulsed across her skin, rebuilding the sensation at her core faster than she’d realized possible.

Merrick rose slowly, continuing to trail his lips over her pelvis and across her stomach. Shivers of delight followed in their wake. Adalynn forced her eyelids open to stare down at him as he closed his mouth around her nipple. She arched her back and struggled to raise her arms, to delve her fingers into his hair—which was now tickling her chest—but his power held them firmly in place. All the while, his shadows continued to caress her legs.

He slid a hand down and cupped her sex; the pressure alone was thrilling, but the way he thrummed with energy put every vibrator she’d ever owned to shame. He teased her nipple with his lips, tongue, and teeth, keeping his eyes locked with hers; his stare was a branding iron on her soul.

“Kiss me,” she said, tugging on her arms again. “Let me touch you.”

Merrick lifted his head, biting lightly on her nipple and tugging on it for a moment. “Is that what you desire, Adalynn?”

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and moaned. “Yes.”

He pushed himself up farther, his mouth continuing its slow, blazing trek across her collarbone and up her neck before finally meeting her lips. And in that instant, the magic holding her arms dissipated. Her senses reeled and her emotions whirled as their mouths moved against each other in a consuming kiss. She raised her knees, squeezing his hips with her thighs.

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