Page 94 of Untraced Magic
I sucked in a breath as she inspected me like something she could paint. “Where do I start?” I said, more to myself than to her. “Does it freak you out?”
Her head bowed a little, breaking our eye contact. “It did at first. But now…” She paused again.
I waited with bated breath, not sure if I was ready for the answer.
“Now, I get it,” she finally said, a smile creasing her cheeks that now blushed a deep crimson. “I feel it,” she added, as if realizing the assurance I desperately needed.
A grin spread over my face as I registered her words, knowing she was feeling the same pull inside her. The same heat at our mere touch.
I brushed my lips against hers, and the heat inside me exploded into a full-blown inferno. I needed to be inside her as my mate. I let Morgan take the lead; she had to want this, now aware of our bond and the meaning behind it.
She adjusted her body until she faced me, a palm over my heart. It beat hard, pounding in my chest. I knew she could feel it, as I could hers, a connection between mates. She climbed over me, straddling my waist, her hands crawling up my neck and into my hair. Her palm cradled my neck, a heated look consuming her chocolate orbs.
She dropped her gaze to my lips, molten with desire. “I need you. More than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.”
Her hand dropped to fidget with my belt, eyes never wavering from mine.
“Morgan…” I wrapped my hand around her wrist, and she startled, glancing to where my hand grasped hers. “We don’t have to do this. Not here. Let me take you home,” I offered, but her head shook slowly as she removed my hand with her free one.
Morgan spoke lowly, “Please. I’ve felt nothing like this before. No one’s here. It’s just us.”
Her words alone could’ve finished me—if on my feet, could’ve dropped me to my knees.
Her hands moved back to my belt, and this time I didn’t attempt to stop her. Consumed by the mate bond, its force was an indestructible thing.
I couldn’t imagine anyone or anything able to destroy such a powerful connection.
I brushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind an ear as she held my stare, sliding my belt from its buckle and undoing the zipper.
“I’m the luckiest man alive,” I mused as her hands wrapped around my length.
I moved the blanket around us as her head dipped lower, taking me in her mouth.
A groan ripped from me as her warmth surrounded me, her tongue’s caress sending me into a state of mind unknown. Before, everything was muted compared to this; this was something else entirely. She wound me tight as she curled her tongue around me from head to tip, all the while moving her hand over me until it fucking wrecked me.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, sliding my hand into her hair.
She took me in again, deeper this time, moaning like she couldn’t get enough. I threw my head to the sky as the vibrations barreled through me, my hips falling naturally into a rhythm as her mouth slid over me repeatedly.
I let her have all of me, let her take control, the entire beach to ourselves as we hugged the hues of dawn.
I watched her in awe as she took every inch of me. “How are you real?”
Morgan took that as her invitation to glance up at me, and fuck if she couldn’t be any more perfect in that moment.
I cupped her cheek, drawing my thumb over her jaw. “Comehere, please.”
I pulled her toward me, and we discarded our clothing until she straddled my thighs. She gathered the blanket around us before the bite of dawn left its mark, skin crawling over skin as we wrapped our hands around each other. She lowered to kiss me, a deep, all-consuming kiss that held nothing back as she lapped her tongue against mine.
Pulling away, she stared at me with those doe eyes. I was sure they could break a man, leave him begging on the ground.
“Tyler… I…” Her lids closed as she drew in a breath.
Something inside me knew what she wanted to say. The bond, like a tether to her mind.
“I love you,” I whispered, my hand landing between her breasts, settling on her heart.
Her lips parted without words. Even if she wasn’t ready to say them herself, I felt it.
