Page 331 of Sigils & Spells

As if the cocky bastard could read my mind, he graced me with his serpentine stare, a wicked grin splitting his face.

“Let’s see if you’re ready,mo cheann agus grá amháin.”

He was speaking to me in Gaelic and had before. I did not understand the words, but I intended to ask. Someday. When I could think straight.

Brandon leaned forward, blowing hot breath onto my clit and I tried to move closer to him, but the bastard’s magic would not let me. I was completely at his mercy, and even more shocking, I did not really mind.

Not really.

Yes, I wanted to scream. I was so fucking ready for him to make me come, but I didn’t have the chance to yell at him. At least, not about that.

His large hands circled my thighs, squeezing and pressing them apart. Anticipation had me trembling, and fuck, I think my pussy actually fluttered like the romance novels Jade read described. Now, I never had my pussy flutter before, but this man was pulling reactions from me I didn’t even know existed.

My mouth opened in an impossibly drawn-out groan as Brandon’s tongue slid out of his mouth, long, hot, and forked. He licked my pussy in slow, thorough strokes, making me crazy with need. He teased my sensitive bud with barely there kisses and caresses, and I swear it was so good, I was going to come from that alone.

But of course, the fucker stopped.

Brandon leaned back on his haunches, his eyes glowing with his beast. I should have been terrified, but he was so beautiful. My heart pounded.

“Please,” I begged, not embarrassed in the slightest at what he’d reduced me to.

Magic man.

Perfect beast.

“You taste so good, my Tana. Does it feel good? Tell me,” he growled, licking his lips and fuck yes, I was jealous of them.

“Brandon,” I moaned his name, and he grinned up at me.

“What do you need? Tell me, little witch.”

“You. Please. Make me come, Brandon.” I moaned the last word as his mouth closed over my needy little nubbin.

Thank fuck.

No more games.

Brandon sucked and pulled, conjuring an orgasm from my body so hard and fast, I was sobbing with it. Then he was back to dropping hard, biting little kisses all over my thighs, belly, and breasts. His hand cupped the back of my neck as he pulled me to him, slamming his mouth to mine.

Whatever magic had been holding me up relented, and I sagged against his hot, hard body. Within seconds, I was ready for more. I could no longer think coherently, moving on instinct and need. My head was a jumble of images, mostly of him. Brandon Flint, in all his naked glory, dropped me on the bed, and stroked his giant cock as he looked down at me.

I reached for him, terrifying growl, and all. Need filled me, an inferno of desire. His heavenly mouth licked a trail up my body, from my knee to my belly button. Leaving me wet and wanting, he continued the sensual assault, and I was helpless to do anything but take it.

Already another orgasm was building in the fire of my core. Struggling to catch my breath, my back arched as he licked my clit once more. Crazy forked-tongue was capable of so much more. One half circled my clit, the other plunged into my depths, but this time I was free to move. Rocking my body, I fucked his face until I was gasping with the need to come.

“This time with me,” he grunted, sliding up my slick flesh, cock in hand.

Brandon placed himself between my thighs and I ran my hands up and down his chest, arms, back, everywhere I could touch. He held my gaze, lowering so his lips could brush against mine. I tasted myself on him, and it was heady and arousing.

His enormous head breached my entrance, stretching, pushing, burning as he filled me.

Fuck, he felt so good.

The fit so tight, it was perfect. My body shook with the vibrations from his constant growling, and I loved that part even more. Knowing I had done that, that I caused this magnificent creature to lose control, made me positively high.

Magic hummed inside the room as we touched and kissed, building fiery storms inside each other. The look in his eyes when his gaze met mine was a thing of fantasies. I’d never seen that look from any other man. I coveted it.

Coveted him.

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