Page 34 of Cursed Love
His dark eyes met hers, and his nose flared. “You smell so sweet,” he said before his mouth was on her.
Brandy’s back arched off the ground at the intense pleasure. He used his tongue to lick, pump, and flick, teasing her mercilessly. Within moments, glorious stars in translucent colors of the rainbow erupted in her vision.
Ryan made love to her with his mouth until she floated back down to her body. Only then did he stop and push to his feet, quickly removing the rest of his clothes.
Her breath was still ragged when he covered her body with his. Pressing against her entrance, he caressed her cheek before sweeping the loose hair off her face.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he demanded in a shaky voice.
Brandy raised her hands to the smooth skin of his ribs and met his eyes. There was no embarrassment, no magic, and no jealousy. Just them in the woods, sharing their bodies.
Committing.
She should have been terrified. She barely knew him, and with one look, she would give up everything for him, including her family. It was a powerful and strange emotion.
“We don’t have to do this,” he whispered when she merely stared, concern etched on his face.
He was right. They did not have to do this. Only… they did. Brandy would die if they did not unite. He held a part of her soul. She could feel it beating within him, the same way she could feel the piece which belonged to him inside her.
He ran his nose along hers. It was a sweet caress, the opposite of the animalistic hunger clawing at them both. “Once we do this, there won’t be anyone else,” he whispered as he stared deep into her soul.
Brandy thought about it for only a second. She did not need more time. Her magic swirled around her, mixing with Ryan’s, and she knew without a doubt that even if they did not unite right then, there was not another soul for her.
Sure, she could have sex again, but it would be missing a piece. She now understood why things with Greg would have never worked out. She may have loved him, but she would never have been in love with him so long as Ryan existed.
“No one else,” she whispered.
A smile lit his face, and he sealed their promise with a kiss.
He pressed against her slick folds, maintaining eye contact even as her lids fluttered, threatening to close at the beautiful pleasure. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes, stealing her breath. The leash Ryan held on his control snapped.
Their tongues dueled and mated in a bruising kiss. He pulled her knee up high, and his hips thrust against her. Ryan claimed her with every inch of his thick length. His slow, deep strokes stole her breath. They wrapped themselves in each other as they came together as one.
It took seconds for her body to reach the edge. Brandy bit his shoulder as the most intense ecstasy she had ever experienced slammed into her chest. Lifting her hips, he pounded into her until he stiffened with his own climax.
One orgasm chased the other as he released into her body. A warmth wrapped around them, and their powers crackled. Little sparks could be seen in the sudden fog surrounding them. The air around them was thick and pulsing with their magic.
Ryan dropped his forehead to hers and pressed a quick succession of kisses to her mouth. Brandy took in the moment, never having experienced anything like that in her life.
“Fuck… I’m never going to tire of you,”he said.
“What?” Brandy asked silently.
“I didn’t say anything,” Ryan murmured against her lips and flipped them over. Straddling him in their new position, she enjoyed the pounding of his heart against her cheek.
“I would’ve looked for you sooner if I would’ve known,”he said.
“Known what?”she asked.
“Your pussy is pure magic, like drinking from a well,”he said.
Brandy giggled.
“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” he murmured, the words vibrating against her cheek.
“My pussy is pure magic?” she asked, repeating his words, and more laughter escaped her.
His body tensed. “I never said that.”
