Page 28 of King of Wands

Chapter 11

A Magical Touch

Celebrations lasted for a long, long time. There were pictures and awards, individual congratulations for team members who helped King win, and lots of champagne. Jess helped me capture as much as possible for both live social media and for posts over the coming weeks. The team would be heading into the summer break after the next race and we’d need material to keep fans interested in the month off.

By the time all was said and done I was exhausted and excited, but not nearly as much as King. We couldn’t seem to say goodbye so instead of dropping him off at his hotel as planned, I brought him home.

He touched me and all I could think wasfinally.His hand should always be on my skin. It was made to connect with me and no one else—I was sure of it. His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head up. And then...oh and then it happened. His lips on mine, hard and unrelenting, like he was as starved for this kiss as I was. It was painful and beautiful and so overwhelming I forgot how to breathe.

Air was inconsequential now. All that mattered was taking the kiss deeper, finding more skin to touch, memorizing the sound of his groans.

“Jesus, Isabel,” he said as I ripped off his shirt and molded my hands to his sculpted muscles. I wanted to memorize the rise and fall of each one. Even though he was hard to the touch his skin was soft and warm, it jumped and responded as my hands roamed. What they were searching for I didn’t know. I also didn’t care. All I knew was that I needed this.

His fingers dug into my skin, pulling my center against his and creating the most magnificent sensation. I wanted more of it so I rubbed against him.

He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine. “God, yes.” Then he reached for my pants. “Please say yes.”

“Yes.” I had no idea what the consequences of today would be but I knew what I wanted right now. I wanted it more than anything I’d ever wanted ever.

My panties disappeared too and then I was on the counter and King’s fingers were dancing along my center. His warm, rough, powerful fingers. He caressed, circled, stroked. “Say you want me.”

“I want you.” It didn’t matter what he asked. The answer was yes. Yes, yes,yes!I’d never been touched quite like this but I knew in the depth of my soul that this was right. My hips rocked instinctively and the result blew my mind when his fingers entered me. “Oh!” I arched back. “Oh, yes!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Isabel. I can’t—I want—I have to...” He took his fingers away. It was the worst feeling in the world. One moment I was high as a kite, warm and flying. Mindless and wild. Now I was cold and empty. It hurt. Physically hurt. Like whiplash.

“Hold on,” he growled.

In the far off distance I heard sounds but I didn’t make sense of them. I didn’t have a chance. One minute I was nearly in tears and the next his hands were on my hips, gripping painfully as he pulled me to the edge, and then everything—everything—changed.

I wasn’t empty anymore. King moved away and toward me again. The sensation of being filled and stretched became overwhelming and I gasped. Pleasure exploded inside me.

“God, I love the sounds you make,” he said as he sucked the skin along my neck. “They’re everything.You’reeverything. This has to go.” He ripped my shirt off, tossed away my bra, plunged deeper inside me.

I couldn’t move because I was so trapped by my pleasure. My mind was blank. My body completely alive and humming. I knew what was happening. I was familiar with the tremors and the muscle contractions. I’d had orgasms. Many, many,manyorgasms, but not one like this.

He cupped my breasts and pushed them together. He feasted and thrust in a wild and unpredictable pattern that had me holding on for dear life. This was a ride and I was merely the passenger as he stretched me for the first time.

I was having sex with King.

And the momentousness didn’t matter. I was in his arms as he moved inside me, and dear God did it feel amazing. Like fireworks and ecstasy were exploding and soothing me simultaneously.

He shuddered and stilled. “Jesus. You...this is...wow.” He pushed a little harder and I felt another explosion deep inside.

I nodded because I couldn’t form words.

King didn’t seem to like that because he adjusted until we were nose to nose, his eyes locked and intense on mine. He watched as he moved inside me. Slow, intentional thrusts that took my breath away. All I could do was gasp for air.

His gaze grew hooded, his pupils dilating into dark pools, drinking in the sight of my reactions. “Say it again. Say you want me.”

He was so demanding and vocal...and I liked it. More than I ever thought I would. “I want—” He slid slowly, oh so slowly, inside me that I couldn’t finish my sentence. How could I when my entire body zinged and shuddered. I shook uncontrollably.

“Shhh...I’ve got you,” he whispered, then ran his hands over my skin, soothing them away. “I’ve got you.”

Should I tell him why I was so shaken? Probably. Would I? No. I didn’t want anything about this experience to change. I wanted him just like this. Raw and impulsive. I felt like he was my secret. He opened himself up to me and in our most vulnerable moment he opened even more.

“Say you want me,” I whispered. My voice shook. Hell, it was barely audible. I realized with complete clarity why King kept demanding to hear these words. Ineededto hear him say it out loud. It was the only thing that would keep me from falling apart.

It was slowest most intense moment of my life as his chin lifted, his eyes boring deeply into mine. His hands caressed the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, skimmed the sides of my breasts, and then finally cupped my face. He didn’t look away. Not once. “I want you, Isabel.” And then, like it took something from him, he whispered, “More than I’ve ever wanted anything else.”

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