Page 92 of Sugar, Spice, and Magical Midlife

He broke the kiss far too soon, trailing kisses down my neck and then across my breasts. He stopped to savor one nipple, then the other, suckling while I writhed beneath him, sweat pooling on my brow, a hammer pounding in my heart.

When his mouth traveled lower, I thought I’d expire from need. I nearly flew off the bed when his tongue found that sweet spot and he lovingly lapped up my juices.

The pleasure was maddening. Absolutely maddening.

Then came the purr. Oh, Goddess! Why would this lion want to bring a vibrator into the bed, when his tongue vibrating against my sex was the most exquisite feeling imaginable?

I flexed my hips against him, digging my fingers into his thick hair while worrying, and then not giving a damn that he might suffocate himself when he buried his face in my liquid heat as he purred and purred.

Holy hex!

The orgasm that punched through me was like an out-of-body experience, as those vibrations poured through my soul, setting every nerve ending aglow.

Well, paint me with stripes and call me a zebra, for I had found nirvana through the mouth of a lion.

By the time I had floated back down to earth, he had pulled away to swish his mouth out with wine. I gladly drank a few gulps, giving him sultry eyes over the rim of the glass.

“I want you to ride me,mi amor,” he purred in my ear as he took the wine from me. His eyes were molten fire as he laid down on the bed while pulling me on top of him.

I slid down him with a hiss, his lion-sized erection filling me completely.

I’d only made it halfway down when he latched onto my hips, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You don’t have to take all of me at once.”

I shook my head. “I want to.”

Liquid heat pooled between my thighs as I slid down to the root. And then I rode him, my breasts bouncing with the movement until he latched onto them while rubbing my nipples between calloused thumbs.

My head fell back with a groan as pleasure ratcheted up my spine with each thrust. Forget those other bras. His hands were my favorite bra now. When he began to move with me, his hips thrusting, I felt like a ragdoll ready to fall apart at the seams. He held me steady, latching onto my hip while slamming into my dripping sex, until, until...Ahh!

He let out a roar, stilling as he poured himself into me at the same time my orgasm transported me to a completely different dimension. I came so hard I feared my heart would beat out of my chest and fly away. I shuddered several times before collapsing on his chest. But my lion wasn’t finished with me. He rolled me over and made love to me again, our bodies fused together through flesh and fluids, sweat drenching our skin. Each time he brought me to that pinnacle, I knew I was in danger of never wanting him to let me go.

AFTER A WONDERFUL NIGHTof lovemaking, we snuggled in Ric’s bed, the fire’s heat warming our toes. I wore one of his big t-shirts, which fit me like a short nightgown. Though I should’ve been used to free balling by now, I was getting tired of my girls banging together like bowling pins and couldn’t wait to get my clothes and spare bras.

Ric had called on our ‘hosts’ by banging a medieval gong, and they’d brought refreshments, including leftover pastriesfrom my shop and a cool pitcher of hibiscus, honey tea. It was probably the most delicious tea I’d ever tasted, and I knew it would become my new addiction. Hopefully, these hosts had a lot more flowers.

Despite the magic of the night, I was still thinking about retiring to that separate bedroom, at least for appearances. I didn’t want Des to find me in Ric’s bed come morning, mostly because I wasn’t ready for that conversation, but also because I didn’t want this relationship to move too fast. Setting a few boundaries and having my own space was a good start. I had no idea how long we’d need to stay at Ric’s place, probably until every last succubus was defeated. That could take weeks, or months, or even years. There was still so much I didn’t know about the succubi, and damn, I’d left Ric’s book in Rome. I kept thinking about whatSignoraOscura had said, about her children finding her a new body. What children? How many more demons were there? And would they be able to resurrect her from hell? If so, did this mean we would be stuck in a never-ending cycle of being hunted by and fighting demons?

I heaved a shaky breath, doing my best to put the soul suckers from my mind. No use fretting about it now. After we rested and recovered, we would come up with a plan, one that would have to include my lying aunt and my grandmother, for I was certain they’d find us.

I snuggled against Ric’s warm chest, not ready to leave his bed just yet. “Thank you again for letting us stay here,” I said as I drew lazy circles over his swirling tattoos.

“Not a problem,” he purred, his fingertips tickling my bare arm. “Stay here as long as you like.” He stilled, then pulled back, looking into my eyes. “I never thanked you for testifying for me.”

I looked into his luminous eyes, feeling a tug at my heartstrings. “You’re not mad at me for going?”

He sat up while squeezing my hand. “I don’t want you to put your life in danger for me.”

“We were already in danger,” I said as I sat up beside him, looking into his eyes which had shifted from gold to a deep brown. “I think a succubus was after me the night of our date.”

His eyes bulged. “What?”

“A demon tried to break into my neighbor’s condo, but I think they meant to come to mine. My neighbor had it on her camera. I could see its red eyes.”

He let out a deep, predatory rumble that sent a chill down my spine while simultaneously waking up my lady parts. “Do you have access to her camera footage?”

I frowned, wishing now I’d asked her to text me a screenshot. “I don’t.”

His eyes narrowed as those strange feline pheromones hit me like a brick to the head. “Do you have a camera on your house?”

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