Page 55 of Unhinged Magic
Oh, the stretch. The feeling of being filled with him.
I bucked my hips up to meet him, yearning for more. Each move pushing away pain and morphing it into something more pleasant.
“You need to keep moving,” I pleaded.
My words snapped his self-restraint, and he threw my leg over his shoulder, pulling out, only to push back inside me again.
“Wes!” I cried as the new position sent him deeper, somehow more connected than we already were.
He moved in a way only Wes could. His hips doing some ungodly thing, rolling,grinding.The flex of his hips, the tightening of his abs with each thrust, was something I couldn’t stop watching as we come together repeatedly.
Holy shit, he knew what he was doing.
Wes tipped his head back. “You’re so damn tight. Your pussy’s clinging to me,” he groaned.
He hooked my leg around his waist, moving further over me, adjusting us until our foreheads rested against each other, his free hand nestled in my hair.
From this close, his eyes had never looked so green. Suddenly they widened in a way that worried me. His forehead pressed into lines as he slid into me repeatedly.
“Wes?” I breathed, worried something was wrong.
“It’s happening again.” He rushed the words, his forehead beading with droplets as he slowed his rhythm.
Suddenly the mate bondforcedinto me again, an immeasurable pleasure tearing through me, dancingin every follicle.
Oh. My. Fucking. Shit.
I was delirious, drunk on this bond that I had only ever felt moments of before. I felt him everywhere, in my veins, in my mind.
“Feel us, Skip, we’re insatiable.”
He stared down at me in awe as the bond pressed forward, somehow spreading from him to me. Some form of unhinged magic defying its submissive confines.
“I feel it all,” I whimpered, as overwhelming emotions rolled over me.
Wes held his hand in my hair, gripped it, afraid to let go.
“Come with me,” he urged, letting go of my leg, and it dropped to the bed.
I wrapped it around his waist as his thumb nestled between us, circling. Static warmth grew inside me, tightening and igniting me in a way I had never experienced before. I clung to him as our bodies connected in a way we were made for. The mate bond, ripping through us, embedding its essence in our senses.
He pulled back, staring down at me. “Look at me. Let me watch you come, baby.”
He picked up his pace again, the delicious burn of our connection numbed by the distraction of his thumb’s constant drag over my clit.
“Wes!” I crested over the edge into utter bliss, finding his emerald avalanche hurling toward me, our gazes locked as we fell apart. “I’m coming,” I whispered against his lips.
His cock hardened further inside me, my pussy clinging to him as he came with me.
He cursed, crashing his mouth against mine.
As our movements slowed, he pulled out of me, his lips in the crook of my neck.
We lay together in a tangle of limbs. Two souls beating as one. I had never felt more complete as I did in that moment. I stared at my delicious sensor mage. My gorgeous mate, his chest rising and falling beside me as I lay cradled in his arms. His hands had left my hair, and the mate bond was once again a distant memory.
He lifted from the bed, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, running it between my thighs before discarding it in the bin.
He lay down beside me again, his hand tracing lazy circles over my hip. I nestled into his neck, circling my thigh over his waist as he kissed my forehead.
