Page 57 of Touch Of Fate
He’s beautiful. Every inch of him is made with care and with the purpose of attracting a woman. His muscles are sleek and bunch as he moves. His magic calls to me, and his skin is pulsing. I’ve only had someone in my mouth once; I didn’t like it. Rome’s been holding back, and although I appreciate it, I need him. His touch soothes my soul and makes me want it all. His patience has assured me he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. He’s given me pleasure, and I’m ready to reciprocate, not to even the score, but to please both of us in a different way.
I groan as his hand pulls lightly on my hair. As I reveal his cock to my hungry gaze, I tilt my head. I haven’t seen many parts of a man up close and personal, so I don’t have examples to compare it to. He seems rather large. I look at him critically. It can’t be that hard to figure out what he likes, but I’d rather wait for instructions. When they don’t come, I get impatient and lick the tip. I pull back when he hisses.
“Suck,” he orders, and I dip my head again. Sliding my lips around him, I do as he said. His hips move, and the light in the room brightens. His magic is telling me it was the right move, and I pull harder. His hand convulses in my hair, and I tingle all over. “Yes, my Mara. Take me inside.” I push forward and don’t stop until I feel him hit my throat. I almost frown because I wanted to taste all of him. “Stroke.” I hesitate, and he pulls. I get the message and bob my head. “Jesus, fuck.” I settle further into the movement and slide my legs between his, my hand splayed across his hip. I grip the bed with my other hand. “Wrap your other hand around the base.” I lean further over him and brace my weight on my left side. He comes off the bed when I circle him with my fingers. “So perfect,” he whispers, and I glow. If I could smile, I would. I love his praise. “I’m going to guide you with my hand.” I look up and hope I give him the confirmation he needs.
I breathe through my nose as he takes over. Moving with him, I take more and more of him into my mouth. I thrive on the noises he makes and the thrust of his hips. He holds me captive in his power, and the pleasure I’m giving him. My body is warm and aching for release. I never thought I would get turned on sucking a cock. Rome is different. He makes me feel like the only woman in the world. Doing spells with him, and his confidence in my ability, touched my heart. I was at ease with my magic, and it was because of his encouragement. Having his body pressedagainst mine was a bonus. He’s hot, and I’m attracted to every inch of him.
When the tip presses against my throat, I try not to gag, but he releases the pressure as if he knew. His mouth parts, and our eyes clash. I want him to touch me and relieve the burning in my gut. My thumb hits my bottom lip, and I squeeze my hand, encouraged by his hiss. I keep my gaze locked with his as I hollow my cheeks.
“Shit, yeah,” he breathes, and I do it again. His hips and his hand move in tandem, showing me the speed he wants. I allow him. I love his nonverbal instructions. “I’m going to come.” Good. His pleasure satisfies me in ways I didn’t expect. “Mara, pull away if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.” I suck harder. “Woman,” he groans, dropping his hand. “Now.” I don’t move away. I dare him to give it to me. I swallow quickly as his warmth hits my throat, and satisfaction slides through me, knowing I pleased him. He settles on the bed, his harsh breathing filling the room. Easing up, I slowly run my tongue against him before releasing. Sitting on my heels, I wiggle, uncomfortably warm. “My Mara.” My breath stutters, his husky voice affecting me in wonderful ways. “My turn.”
“Rome,” I gasp as he lunges, taking me in his arms and rolling me underneath him. His legs slide between mine and push up. My mouth parts as his knee pushes between my legs. I can’t help but lift my lips, meeting the pressure.
“Do you want my mouth or fingers?” he asks, licking my neck. Answering would take concentration. “Let’s do both.” He takes my mouth at the same time he glides his hand under my shorts and underwear. His mouth is hungry, exploring every inch of mine. I press closer while his fingers plunge inside me. His other arm presses between my hips and the bed, lifting me closer. My breasts are against his chest, grazing his warm skin, and I think I’m going to combust. My senses are all firing at once. Myemotions are scattered, trying to take in all the sensations he creates.
“Rome,” I cry as he releases me from his kiss.
“Yes,” he hisses. “I want to hear that every time I make you come.” He slides his fingers, slowly, caressing, loving. I want more.
“More,” I say.
“More what?” he asks.
“Of you,” I whisper, and he grins.
“Oh, my sweet Mara,” he hums, increasing his speed. “Make sure you know what you’re asking for.” He dips his head, pulling my nipple and the fabric into his mouth, and his thumb swirls against my clit.
The walls vibrate. I don’t know if it’s his magic or mine, or a combination of the two, and I don’t care. I keep my eyes locked on the top of his head as he moves from one breast to the other. I thrust my hips to meet the stroke of his hand. I’ve never felt anything like it. For years, I dreamed of a chance to have a relationship just like everyone else, not knowing I was waiting for Rome. My body is aching, reaching for the ultimate pleasure, and it rises within me. As desire floods me, I grip the back of his head, holding him to my chest. I want it to go on forever. Wrapping my leg around his, I use it as leverage, thrusting harder. “No,” I whine when he removes his mouth and his hand.
“I’m not done yet,” he growls, pushing my shirt above my breasts. His hand on my hip urges me to lie flat while he licks one nipple then the other. “Are you ready for my mouth?”
“Please,” I grit out, and he chuckles against my skin as he moves down my body. I don’t think about never having a man’s mouth on me. All that goes through my mind is desperation. I feel like I will float away if he doesn’t continue, and fast.
“Fuck, you smell so good, my Mara,” he says roughly. He yanks down my clothes, throws my legs over his shoulders, andlicks me. My back shoots off the bed, the feeling indescribable. He wraps one arm around my leg, his palm pressing against my stomach, and his other hand pushes my thigh up. I’m spread wide. I don’t feel exposed, but cherished. I spread my fingers against the top of his head.
“Fuck,” I groan when he dips his tongue inside me. The pressure is elevating, and I’m on the edge.
“So fucking sweet,” he hums against me, and I shiver. His mouth is hot. “Delicious.” I dig my head into the pillow, my eyes wide as I look at the ceiling. Magic is floating in the air, making it move. A flash of lightning crosses the room above us. I can’t control my body as he works me over with his talented mouth. He flexes his fingers on my thigh, and I can’t hold it back.
I fall. My ears ring, and I can barely hear the cry that comes out of my mouth. I lose my rhythm, my hips jerking, riding the wave of release. Rome continues, holding me in the position he wants, wringing every ounce of pleasure from me. My body is strung tight, yet moments later, all the tension leaves, and I drop to the bed. I close my eyes and allow the beauty of the moment to sink in. Rome licks me once more and eases back. I don’t move while he adjusts my shirt and then leaves the bed. I want to protest, yet I don’t have the energy. My body is charged and relaxed at the same time. The ringing is gone, but now my hearing is as if I’m in a bubble. My eyes struggle to open when I feel the presence of Rome beside the bed. I gasp when I feel a warm cloth against me.
“Rome,” I say softly, grabbing his wrist.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, and I nod. I watch him clean me, and I don’t feel embarrassed. I was surprised, pleasantly. “My Mara, you are stunning.” I smile slightly, happy he thinks so. When he’s done, he slides on my underwear. “Don’t move.” He walks away, and I don’t think I could if I wanted to.
As I watch the doorway to the bathroom, I notice everything that was on the bedside table is on the floor. The lamp is teetering on the edge. The light seems brighter. I turn my head and see that the books that were on the dresser are scattered across the floor. The bedroom door was closed when we started, but now it is open. I thought I was seeing things when the walls started to move. Rome’s bags are sideways, and the contents spread everywhere.
“What the hell?” I whisper.
“I think it will stop once we are bonded.” I turn as he returns to the room. “Our magic is unsettled. We are together, but not enough for the spells.”
“It’s impatient,” I mumble. He shuts the door and glides his hand over it before coming to the bed.
“Yes, it is.” The corner of his mouth lifts, and he climbs beside me. He throws my shorts to the floor and pulls the blankets over us.
“Are you?” I ask, and he slides his arm around my waist and pulls me against his side.
“I will always be impatient to have you.” He kisses my forehead. “But you need time, and I understand that. I’m enjoying the journey.” The light blinks off, and he tightens his grip. “Sleep, my Mara. I got you.”
