Page 218 of Castings & Curses

I bit my lower lip a moment, all the wickedness rising. I touched his lips with my fingertips and asked, “What about our second time?”

His brow went up and I could feel his lips pull to a smile. “Maybe our fourth. After dinner, if you still wish to feel the cold stones against your back, your hands, your knees, we will mark every room in the castle with a memory of us.”

He tugged me along and toward the bed. He knew this was the first time I had done any of this. Without a mate, I hadn’t had any sexual urges until he came along. Those were real. With or without the curse or fate or whatever it was that brought us together, I hadn’t wanted to kiss anyone much less feel them inside of me, as a part of me.

“Don’t be nervous.” He whispered against my hair as his lips moved to my ear and placed gentle nipping kisses along the shell. “Relax and open your airway. Let me fill you up with the energy and myself.”

He tugged my shirt up and over my head, discarding it to a nearby chair when he tossed it that direction. The bra was gone in a snap of fingers. I giggled because he did have that advantage. And more, because he had been with other people in his past. He knew what he was doing. I knew what I read in books.

Lips moved along my neck and his mustache and beard tickled my flesh one moment and then prickled at it the next. The combination of the sensations were interesting as he moved from one side to the next. Neck then collarbones, then breasts where I found it difficult not to dig into his shoulders to pull him closer as I arched and squirmed for more. More touching. More friction. More of him.

I breathed in and all the sparkly bits in the air filled my lungs and made my core clench with satisfaction and intensified need. His tongue slipped into my navel and my thighs tried to crush his shoulders between them.

Strong arms parted my legs wider, held me open as I looked at him and not the sparkling essence floating above us. He inhaled deeply and that took me by surprise. He smiled wickedly and said, “You’re not the only one who wants a taste.”

As his mouth moved from my knee toward my center, I could feel an earthquake rocking along the foundation of my spine, shaking me from the inside out. The warm, wet heat of his mouth placing delicate and then devouring kisses to my pussy had me spinning out of control. I gasped, gulped, and reached for his head to pull him back, stop him, before I could not control the urge to consume everything about this moment into my lungs, my veins.

He would not stop. He added a finger, then two, and I was sure I had to have expelled myself from my own body to look down at us from above because there was no other way to process the energy flowing through me into him, through him, then back into me.

I watched the woman on that bed convulse and writhe in pleasurable agony as he insisted upon throwing her off that cliff again and again until…I was full. I settled into myself as he moved up and pushed into me. It was a different sensation. Still pleasurable, but I was no longer a danger to him. I was blissed out, letting the energy pulse and roll through me, pushing it back against his flesh where some of it permeated and he would groan and make excellent noises that made me want to fill him with power the way he had filled me.

When his eyes opened again, they were glowing back at me. He whispered, “You’re all lit up. Hair to toes you are glowing, Peach.”

I touched his cheek and said, “So are you.”

His hips faltered a moment. “That’s never happened before.”

I pulled him into a kiss and rocked my hips upward. Then this was his first time too in that respect. It took nothing more than a clash of our tongues to get him back to his mission of pleasing us both with his movements. Very skilled movements. I gasped, held tight, and felt myself pulsing around him as he released into me with a groan of pure animalistic pleasure.

He dropped on top of me and then pulled us both to the side to settle that way, looking deeply into one another’s glowing eyes. His lips didn’t move, but I heard him nonetheless. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever known.”

“You are.” I said aloud and his brow furrowed. “I heard you say that.”

“What did I say?” he teased. When I told him his brows went down again and he said, “Huh.”

“What?” I asked and snuggled in closer to him. Inhaled his scent and exhaled energy to share with him.

He inhaled the sparkling air and then jolted upright in the bed. “Oh shit.”

“What?” I asked.

I could hear his mind flashing through the scenes in his own life. As an infant he didn’t look like a human. He still had rather pointy ears, but not nearly as much as they were then. A happy home and then…someone carrying him away. Through the woods as a house burned. The flames were all that he could see. Then, the wizard. The explanation repeated until he believed it. The mark on him, not a birthmark but a burn mark. Magic, magic, and even more magic until he became quite the powerful little warlock. No one questioned it thanks to the wizard.

He looked at me and said, “Has my whole life been one lie after another?”

I grabbed his hand and admitted, “This is the truth. You, me, us. This feeling between us. It’s not dark or ugly. It may have started that way. Maybe intended to end that way, but it isn’t. Look at us.”

Both of us lit up with a bit of a glow. His a blue violet, mine…peachy pink.

I added, “And you’re a warlock. For real. You learned that magic.”

“It’s dark magic I learned.” He frowned.

“But you use light magic as well. You didn’t get hired because you’re a threat to the students, faculty, and staff of the institution.” I reminded him.

He snorted, “Well, they thought they had you. A secret succubus weapon to just devour me if I stepped out of line.”

“Not a secret anymore. I will totally devour you anyway.” I winked. “In fact, in light of this new connection, I think I should start right here.”

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