Page 57 of Unhinged Magic
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” A lone tear slid down her cheek, and I swiped it with my thumb. The mattress dipped as she moved to straddle me. She cupped my jaw in her hands. “I’m so sorry you went through that.”
I didn’t need nor want her pity. Pity could choke a man. Take its hand firmly around one’s throat and squeeze every inch of self-worth into hollowed air.
“Let them think what they think.” My hand skated up her side until it cupped her breast, barely a handful, but fuck it molded to my hand just perfect. “It’s not something I talk about,” I murmured, moving to take her nipple in my mouth. I circled it with my tongue before grazing it between my teeth.
She let out a soft mew, her next words all breathy and light. “This stays between us.”
I pulled away, a silent understanding settling between us. “Thank you.”
She lowered her lips to mine, her tongue a gentle caress. Desire tore through me, and I deepened the kiss, a moan rumbling from me as my dick slid between the apex of her thighs. She subtly moved against me, an exquisite tease as she rocked in a way that wouldn’t allow me entry yet mimicked the motion completely.
I wrapped my arms around the curves of her waist, assisting her, molding into the palms of my hands as if made for me, my firm hold leaving indents on her hips.
“Can I try something on you?” she whispered against my lips, her fingers sinking into the hair at the base of my neck.
I pulled away, my brows raised. “Sure.”
A moment later she took a deep breath, splaying her hands on my chest, the imprint of heat instant.
“Woah.” I stared up at her in surprise. What did my petite little mate have in mind here?
Skye’s brow furrowed. “Good or bad?”
I answered honestly. “Good.”
She nodded, her palms growing hotter as they roamed my chest, moving down to the ridges on my stomach. They glided over me, sweeping lower, until they rested under my navel, pausing.
I could see where this was going and fuck me, I was on board with it.
“Lower,” I ordered, watching her movements.
The moment she wrapped her hands around my dick, my world spun. “Fuck,” I hissed, giving in to the overwhelming heat smothering me. Skye’s palms burned with magic, hotter than I had expected. “That’s so fucking good. How do you do that?” I rasped through uneven breaths. I couldn’t help the rise and fall of my hips as she slid her hands over me repeatedly, corkscrewing her magic around me in some insane sorcery I’d not witnessed before.
Her eyes shone florescent above me, her fire element coming forward like it was speaking to me. Her magic desperate to engage with mine.
She lowered her head to my ear, her lips brushing mine in a way that hardened my dick even further. “I’ve never heard you swear,” she whispered in a graveled tone.
“Not around women,” I grunted as she worked me over with a single hand now.
It was another thing my father had taught me. Manners, always.
My head tipped to the ceiling, unable to sit upright any longer. Her touch unraveled me, her magic crackling through her skin and onto me. My dick slid through it repeatedly, lost in a different time, where it was only us and this undeniable connection screaming to be freed.
“You undo me,” I said, my hand gripping her thigh as I struggled to hold on. To not blow my load before her.
“Come for me,” she ordered, her velvet tone sliding over me, her words invading my senses like a drug. “Let me watch you come in my hand.”
I groaned. Watching. Her. Watch. Me. Get. Off.
Skye eyed me like she was being told her very first secret. Feasting on this new thing I had awakened in her. Maybe she was as much a voyeur as I was. The thought of exploring this with her nearly had me unloading my balls right there and then.
“No,” I demanded, barely able to sling together a sentence. “Same time,” I gritted out.
“Not this time.” The authority in her tone confirmed how much she wanted this.
When I attempted to sit upright with the plan to flip her over and finish together, she playfully pushed me back against the pillows again. Gathering my wrists, she pinned them above my head, holding them with one hand, the other wrapping around my dick once again.
Well fuck, if this didn’t just get interesting. I could have easily fought back and had my way with her, but my intrigue won out.
