Page 23 of Bound By Fire and Magic
“I’ve missed your magick hands, too,” he said, his body shivering as she left a trail of that magick across the curve of his ass. He kissed her deeply. “You are my magick.”
She pushed him back on the bed and, straddling him, trailed her mouth along that sexy angular jawline, down his neck, and across the expanse of his chest. So familiar and exciting and new all at once. She had dreamed of this body, his mouth on her and, yes, her mouth on him just like this.
“Dear God,” he muttered, his fingers curling against her skin.
Yeah, she even dreamed of the way she could bring him to that blasphemous expression. When she thought he might be on the edge, she moved away. Not yet, sweetheart.
“P–perfect timing, as always,” he said on a strained breath.
“I know your body, know exactly when you’re about to lose it.”
He twisted her so that she now lay on the bed and slid his hands down her inner thighs as he parted them. There was a devilish gleam in his eyes, and that smile—oh, it had a magic all on its own. “I know your body just as well.”
And she knew he would torture her now. His tongue slid across her and then away before she could feel the sweet release. Her body cried out in indignation. She dug her fingers into his hair, guiding him back. He gave her what she wanted, for a friggin’ second, and then suckled at the skin of her thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
“You bastard,” she breathed, falling into their delicious routine.
“Yes—yes, I am,” he said, trailing his mouth all the way to the other thigh, touching her enough to start without staying long enough to finish.
“Don’t…make me beg.”
“Mm, but you know how I like it when you beg.”
She wrenched a handful of his hair, sure she’d pulled out a few strands. Which didn’t stop his tantalizing movements. She ached for the finish. “Please…”
“Please what, darlin’?”
“Just… Please…” she begged breathlessly.
It never took much when he’d gotten her this worked up.
“I love when you make those breathy sounds,” he said in a low, husky voice.
“I only make them with you.” Everything she felt, she’d only experienced with him.
He released a throaty growl, possessive and satisfied at the same time.
Kirin leaned over, stretching his body as he rummaged through a bag lying near the bed for a condom.
She grabbed it, her gaze on his as she tore it open, taking a moment to tease him. “Have to get it just right.”
He yanked her close, fingers squeezing the back of her neck, and kissed her hard. “You bad, bad girl.”
She pushed up against him. “Your turn to beg.”
He clutched her tight against him. “You’re going to make me go absolutely, madly insane.”
And she could tell that he was absolutely, madly serious.
He pushed her back on the bed and fulfilled his need. Her need, too. Her body cried out in relief as she arched. The feel of their bodies, together again, burst a dam of emotions. She dug her nails into his shoulders; she would have crawled right inside him if she could.
“Need…you,” he whispered between breaths, brushing his fingers across her cheek for a second. “Elle, Elle, Ellie …” He kissed her, his breath coming fast.
She tensed and called out some unintelligible word as he claimed her, and only then did he let himself go.
He kissed her, bracing her face in his hands and looking into her eyes. That’s what she loved about him; he really saw her. His thumb brushed her lower lip. “I never stopped loving you, Elle. I tried damned hard, but I couldn’t.”
She smiled. “I know.”
