Azzie was a vision sitting above me. The kind of lines I could draw for days, from her hips to her breasts. I placed my hands on her thighs and slid higher, following random scars. Some were stark, and others faint white lines against her already pale skin. Did she know where every one of them came from?
I suspected she did.
She grabbed my wrists and leaned in as she pinned them above my head. “I’m doing the work.”
Her words hummed through me as she pressed her lips to my skin. She kissed along my tattoos. I knew where each was without looking, and swore electricity hummed through those with runes when she brushed over them.
“Did you design these?” Her question was muffled by more kisses.
“Yes.”
Azzie moved to my right arm, and dragged a finger over a series of lines I didn’t realize were letters when I chose them.
“Not sure what this one says, but pretty sure it’sloyalty,” she said.
Being this close to her was simultaneously soothing and electrifying. I twisted my head for a better look, despite knowing what I’d see. “Not a clue. When the images popped into my head, I had no idea magic was real.”
A sad smile whispered across her face. “I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around not knowing. It’s like growing up thinking the earth is flat.”
“Not quite the same. It’s more like growing up not knowing that nine millimeter and three-eighty are the same diameter, despite the rounds being different sizes.”
Azzie twisted her mouth and lowered herself, trapping my erection between us and wrapping it in tempting, slick warmth. I twitched to be inside her, but the lead-up was a fun kind of torture.
“I have a fri— associate who would read you like a book. The images I mean.” Azzie slid back and forth, teasing both of us.
Finn said he didn’t know what my art said, but I knew better. “Might be nice to have answers.” The words were strained and my brain wanted to give up all thought that wasn’tfuck her now.
“Hmm.” She resumed the kissing, and peppered it with the occasional lick and nibble along my chest. She straightened as her grinding intensified, and the tiny gasps that tore from her throat said she was enjoying this as much as I was.
I couldn’t just lay here, though, and moved my hands back to her thighs. She didn’t stop me as I glided higher, sliding my thumb toward her core. As she rocked against my cock, I stroked her clit.
When she grabbed my forearms, she dug her fingers in rather than stopping me, and her gasps became punctuated moans. The sounds she made, the way her movements grew jerkier, had me as hard as I’d ever been. Could I come this way?
Not yet. I clenched and focused on her pleasure. Her voice and breathing. The flush spreading over her skin. When she came, cries tearing from her throat, I swore she was actually magical.
“Gorgeous.” I didn’t realize I’d spoken aloud until a half smile broke through her climax.
Mid-orgasm, she shifted her weight and pulled one hand from my arm to grip my cock and help me slide inside her.
She was wet and hot, and still clenching when I penetrated her.Fuck, this was incredible.
I moved my hands up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples, while we slammed against each other. The only thing that mattered was feeling this.Her. The frantic hammering. The way she looked lost in pleasure.
There was no holding back any longer. I came hard, spilling inside her, and not wanting the moment to stop.
The intensity faded as the rush of orgasm slid away, but I didn’t want this to end. She collapsed on top of me and lay there with her head on my chest.
This was heaven. I didn’t care if one or both of us were gods, as long as this was what we did together.
The haze of infatuation thinned when she rolled off me and to one side.
Fuck.
“No condom.” Of course that was the first thing I realized now that I could think again.
“The knives protect me.” Her tone and the need to cling to the warm fuzzies kept me from pushing the first part of her statement.
“Like a magical condom?” I needed her next to me, and pulled her closer again, against my chest.