Page 41 of My Hexed Honeymoon

My sex pulses in response, jealous and totally enrapt.

His hum fills the air. “Goddamn, woman. You’re all fire and sweetness.”

Lifting myself onto my elbows, thoughts of the chilly temperature long gone, I lock eyes with him and say, “Why don’t you take me already and see?”

The corner of his mouth lifts, a crooked, smug smile slowly taking shape. “Is someone in a hurry?”

An exasperated noise escapes as I rub my thighs together and tug on his arm. “Yes, me. I’ve made that abundantly clear. I can’t take it any longer.”

At long last he climbs over me, the extraordinary weight of him pinning me to the ground.

“Let’s just consummate the bond already,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist so he can’t get away again.

Diego swipes a few frizzy curls from my face and captures my chin in his hand. His thumb swipes across my lower lip and the walls of my pussy clamp and grow irritated at not having his cock buried deep inside already. “And who says arranged marriages aren’t romantic?”

He’s so pleased with himself, tossing my words back at me, that I decide to show him I’m not the only one hot and bothered.

I move my lips to his ear, darting my tongue out to lick the lobe before sucking on the skin right beneath. A slight shift of my hips brings the head of his cock up against my entrance, and then the arms he’s braced himself on shudder and threaten to give out.

“Fine, you just stay right there. I’ll do all the work.” I rock my hips up, and he slides inside me with a guttural groan.

“Not on my watch.” Diego withdraws his delicious length, one of his large hands pinning my hips to the ground so I can’t lift my hips and capture his cock again.

I’m about to protest and prostrate myself, but then he thrusts inside me, fast and hard, so deep we become one.

I stretch to accommodate his size, a slight whimper falling from my lips.

“You okay?” Diego asks, checking on me with a tenderness in his espresso-colored eyes I didn’t expect.

“Gods yes,” I rasp, arching against him. My magic scores burning lines through my limbs, flowing like molten lava beneath the skin. Every cell in my body glimmers and pops, a firecracker that’s just been lit and about to go off.

Then we’re moving together as if our bodies have been set to this rhythm for centuries.

It’s a desperate type of worship, like our lives are on the line and all we can do is pray.

After days and days of this fevered hunger brewing between us, it’s become a living, breathing thing, and it’s a fucking relief to finally be scratching that hedonistic itch that won’t go away.

“Right—uhnnn. There.” I grip a fistful of his hair, yanking his mouth to mine for a heated kiss, where we say everything we need to with our tongues.

We’re fire and friction and skin beaded with sweat.

Every touch, every kiss, every thrust takes me to another pleasure-filled plane, until I’m sure our bodies were made with the sole purpose of worshipping each other.

Diego hooks his hand in the crook of my knee and brings my leg up over his hip, hitting a delicious spot deep inside me not even I knew existed. Now it’s my new obsession, along with the pressure of his cock and how he rocks against me.

One blissful sensation after the next shivers through me—the scrape of his stubble, the hand kneading my breast and tweaking my nipple.

I was freezing and now I’m scorching hot, the incendiary flames so glorious I’ve decided to let them take me.

Grabbing at his back and digging my nails into his shoulders to anchor myself as the inferno spreads, I take control of the kiss. It’s my turn to do a little plundering and conquering.

My breaths come right on top of each other, as rapid as the thundering of my heart. His pubic bone comes to glorious rest against my clit, rubbing and adding an intoxicating pressure with each roll of my hips.

“I’m so close,” I whisper, afraid I’ll reach the summit but miss the exhilarating free-fall that comes after.

Every muscle in his body goes taut, and he groans like it’s physically paining him to hold back. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it.”

I’ve brought this giant beast to his knees, and I’m too greedy to release him ever again, not with the bond giving whole new meaning to mutual satisfaction.

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