Page 54 of A Match Made in Coven
Sarah Michelle whimpered, her body trembling under his touch. Lorcan froze, concern flooding through him. “Am I hurting you?”
“The opposite,” she whispered. “Wings are sensitive.”
Lorcan pulled up so that he was now sitting on the floor while she straddled him, her wings free to open for their entire span. He was obsessed.
“Can you remove your clothes, keeping your wings out?”
Sarah Michelle lifted to her feet with an unreadable expression. “I’m a witch. I can do almost anything.” She snapped her fingers, and that little vortex of magic that often appeared with her spells wrapped around her, only this time, instead of leaving her cleaned, it left her naked except for her underwear. Lorcan looked up at her in awe. She had never looked more powerful or beautiful.
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Did you leave these on for a reason?”
She smirked. “I thought you might want to dosomeof the work.”
Lorcan silenced that smugness by cupping her ass in his hands and pulling her closer to plant a kiss over the thin cotton of her black underwear. Sarah Michelle gasped, and Lorcan grinned against her before he set to doa lotof the work until Sarah Michelle’s wings fluttered wildly behind her and her breath came in gasps, rapid and shallow.
He glanced up, catching a glimpse of her flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Her wings grew more luminous with each of her moans. And then Sarah Michelle exploded, light bursting from her in a radiant display. Her body tensed, every muscle taut as she cried out his name, the sound echoing through the room.
Lorcan held her steady as she swayed and slumped against him, her body still trembling. Sarah Michelle’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her grip tightening. “I’m not going to be standing much longer.”
“No need to be standing, darling.” He disentangled his legs from between hers and stood, scooping her into his arms.
He made it up the grand stairs in record time, and once he reached his bedroom, Lorcan lay Sarah Michelle on the mattress with extreme gentleness, admiring her body, her perfect skin, thinking she belonged in his bed. With her eyes still heavy-lidded, Sarah Michelle looked around and smirked. “No black satin sheets?” she teased, passing a hand over his plain white linens.
Lorcan smiled wickedly. “How many orgasms do I have to give you before you lose the sass?”
Her smile widened. “I don’t know, but we can find out together.” A snap of her fingers, and her magic vortex was on him, freeing him of all his clothes at once.
“Payback’s a witch,” she joked, crooking a finger at him. “Come here,” she commanded softly, her voice filled with sultry promise.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Lorcan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above her. He leaned down to capture her lips in a deep kiss. Sarah Michelle responded eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Their breaths mingled, and she wrapped her wings around them both, enclosing them in a cocoon of light, warmth, and pleasure.
The boundaries of his body blurred as he and Sarah Michelle became one, pleasure radiating through their connected forms like a supernova. Her wings kept trembling, the soft light brushing against his skin and adding another exquisite layer to his sensory overload.
As they lost themselves in each other, the letters lay forgotten on the floor downstairs, a mystery waiting to be solved. But for now, only this moment existed, this connection, this love that burned brighter than the sun.
Chapter Thirty-one
Dead Men Do Tell Tales
LORCAN
Lorcan swiped a strand of hair from Sarah Michelle’s flushed face. Moonlight danced across their bare skin, moved by the wind catching in the barren tree branches outside.
She looked up at him, eyes shining with wonderment. “I’m sorry for doubting us. I’ll make my coven see reason, even if it means standing against every single one of them.” Sarah Michelle ran her fingers through his hair. “If they love me, they’ll—”
Lorcan placed a finger on her soft lips, silencing her. “Maybe you won’t have to fight them, Shelly. This feud that has kept our covens apart might’ve been a set-up from the start.”
Sarah Michelle frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Your ancestor, Mary Callidora, has been visiting me. She nagged me until I started throwing things at her and accidentally recovered some hidden letters.” Lorcan smiled at the ghost’s persistence.
“Where are these letters?” Sarah Michelle asked, ever the detective.
Lorcan chuckled. “Scattered on the foyer floor. I forgot about them when you started kissing me.”
In a flash, Sarah Michelle leaped out of bed. “Let’s go, show me.”
“Hey,” Lorcan called back. “Shouldn’t we at least shower before we start on detective work?”
