Page 37 of Touch Of Fate
“Can I use your room?” I ask Lace.
“Sure, I have an hour before my next one,” she says.
“You’ll have to unlock the door when he’s done,” I say and glance at Archer. “Ready?”
“Yes.” He grins.
“Don’t disturb us.” I remove the spell as I guide Mara past a confused Lace and into the back room. Locking the door, I push Mara to the back corner, between the chairs and the wall.Silence. Silence.“Have you never felt another's desire?” I ask, caging her.
“Yes, but not so severe.” She licks her lips while staring at mine.
“Try to be quiet. I spelled the room, but Archer can see through most of my magic. If you ever want me to stop, or if I scare you, tell me. I won’t ever ignore the wordstop.” I run my knuckle between her breasts. “Remove your sweater,” I demand, and I grin as she jerks it off. “Do you want my hands on you?”
“Please,” she whispers. I drag the fabric over one breast and then the other. Her chest rises rapidly. I stare at her lace bra, cupping her beautiful breasts as I reach for her skirt.
“Hold on, my Mara,” I rasp, and she grabs my waist. Gathering her skirt, my fingers crawl as I raise it. Once it’s at her waist, I slide my hand underneath, and it drapes over my arm. I cup her hip and groan at the touch of her silky skin. “Sexy witch,” I breathe, and she moans.
Gliding my hand to her stomach, I knead briefly before slipping beneath her panties. Her head hits the wall as I cup her. She’s drenched.
“Rome,” she cries, jerking.
“So hot, baby.” I press her clit with my palm and drag my finger through her lips. “My hand is full. Unhook your bra.” She lets go with one hand and reaches for the front clasp. I hiss when it slowly parts, sliding over her breasts. She’s fucking stunning in her desire. Her nipples are hard and swollen. The tattoos between her breasts glow, red sparkles around the black. I dip my head as I thrust a finger inside her. Licking her nipple, I’m pulled in by her pussy. “Fuck, Mara,” I whisper against her breast.
“Rome,” she whimpers as she meets the motion of my hand. “More.” Her fingers dig into my side.
She is tight as fuck, but I add a finger. I’m helpless to her needs. I drag my teeth across her, and she pushes her chest up, eager. Our attraction has been growing steadily, burning inside us, waiting for the moment to burst. I could live off her desire and never need anyone else’s emotions to fuel me. My body is filled with her pleasure. My other hand flexes against the wall above her head.
“Give me your mouth,” I growl, lifting my head. She meets me, offering her lips. I take as I move my hand faster. Her moans float through us, getting louder as she reaches for her orgasm. She bites my lip and jerks her mouth away.
“Rome, please,” she cries, and I lick the sting away.
“Come, baby,” I grit out and look down. Her hips roll as she tightens, her desire overwhelming her. “Fuck, yes.” I suck her nipple as the waves crash over her, massive shocks of power coming off of her. The light in the room bursts, raining onto the floor, and I lift my head. I hear something crash to the floor, but I don’t take my eyes away. She is beautiful in her release. Her mouth parts, and her breath caresses my face. I gaze at the tousled hair, swollen mouth, and heavy breasts. Pressing my cheek to hers, I glide my fingers in and out gently, enjoying her aftershocks. “My Mara, so beautiful,” I whisper.
“That was—” She sighs. “Unreal.” She runs her hand up my chest and grasps my collar. She licks her lips, and I feel her tongue brush my ear. “You’re hard.”
“Yes,” I chuckle, slowly removing my hand. “I’m hard just being in your presence. Feeling your warmth and watching you explode made me more so.” Her dress falls as I drop my arm. I flex my fingers, missing her warmth, and resist sucking her scent from them.
“I can help.” I pull back and see her eagerness.
“Not here. When that happens, I need more time, and preferably alone.” I grin as she blushes. I re-clip her bra and rearrange her clothing. “It was a pleasure to ease you.”
“The vision wasn’t the only reason I needed to come,” she says, smirking.
“Really?” I press my thumb to her bottom lip. “Perhaps you are beginning to like me,” I tease.
“A little,” she whispers and touches her tongue to my finger.
“Stop, or I’ll forget about the other people in the next room,” I warn, narrowing my eyes.
“Lace is probably mortified.” If I don’t step away, I’ll never be able to control my body's reaction.
“She's going to be mad, her light shattered,” I say, moving back. Walking to the middle of the room, I survey the damage. The bulb is in tiny pieces across the floor, and the rolling table is on its side. “It could have been worse.” I look at Mara as she slowly straightens from the wall. She looks a bit dazed and recently fucked as she yanks on her sweater.
“Do you think that will happen every time?” she asks, coming to my side.
“I think our magic collides as the energy of our bodies experiences the touch of our bond,” I say, tilting my head. “It might stabilize with time.”
“Do you want it to?” she asks, her eyes heavy.
