His Magick Touch (5 page)

He pulled Raina into his arms and cradled her head gently against his shoulder. “That sounds very disturbing. Have you made any attempt to investigate what might have happened to cause it?”

“When it first started, I asked Miranda to help me. As I said, she’s much more experienced and has done a lot of studying. But she told me it was just my imagination and to forget it.” She emitted a sigh of resignation. “She made it clear that she didn’t want to help me understand what was happening. And being a witch, taking a problem that happened in my life many decades ago and asking a mortal doctor for help was not a practical solution.”

So…Miranda refused to help her own sister. I wonder just how much of Raina’s situation Miranda already knows. Or more accurately, how much Miranda is actually responsible for. I wouldn’t put anything beyond her cold, calculating ruthlessness.

What Raina had described was similar in part to what had happened to his brother. In Dylan’s case, it had been evil perpetrated by Raina’s sister. Had Miranda attempted the same type of spell casting on her own sister? Had she used her sister as a guinea pig before tackling Dylan? Or had Raina discovered what Miranda had done and the spell was an attempt to erase Raina’s memory of the events?

He turned a thought over in his mind, making sure of his wording before sharing it with her. “If you’d like, we could try to figure it out together. I want to help.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “And if I do say so myself, I have a high level of power at my disposal…certainly more than your sister.”

Before she could answer him, a knock at the door and the words “room service” intruded.

Devon called out toward the door. “I’ll be right there.” He placed another kiss on her forehead, stood up, and held his hand out to assist her.

Raina accepted his offer. “I’ll wait in the other room. Even though I’m wearing your T-shirt, I’m not presentable for strangers.” She went to the bedroom and he went to the door.

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Devon rolled the room service cart into the hall following dinner. Without saying anything, he took Raina’s hand and led her into the bedroom. He quickly doffed his sweat pants, then pulled the T-shirt off over her head. The sight of her naked body stirred his cock to full attention. He wanted it buried inside that tight, hot pussy. The memory of their earlier lovemaking swept over him, a sensation every bit as emotional as physical.

Additional information he had gathered during dinner confirmed his earlier suspicion that Miranda was somehow involved in whatever happened in Raina’s past. Miranda had done harm to both Raina and Dylan. That moment forever locked his life and Riana’s together, even though she didn’t know it yet. But that knowledge would have to wait as he set it aside in favor of the priority for the night—the next rung on the ladder to sexual freedom, total fulfillment, and a personal one with the laws of nature.

They settled into the king-size bed, bare skin touching bare skin along the length of their bodies. He captured one of her puckered nipples in his mouth and sucked, at first gently then with more fervor. Her soft moans infused him with a sense of well-being.

He wanted her to take control—to set the pace and rhythm, to reach for her own satisfaction and fulfillment of her desires. He teased her clit with his finger, then shoved two fingers between the folds of her slit. Her hips immediately bucked upward as she shoved her pussy hard against his hand making sure her clit had full contact. She pulled at his back, digging her fingers at his taut muscles. Her soft moans turned to whimpers of need. Her juices flowed. She was hot and wet. And definitely ready.

Devon rolled onto his back, grasped her at the waist, and lifted her above him. With her legs spread straddling his hips, he lowered her onto his rigid pole. Inch by inch, he entered her until she had become fully impaled on his shaft. With her eyes closed, she took a steadying breath as a deeply sensual smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. The blush of sexual excitement tinged her cheeks and forehead. The sight filled his heart with a profound happiness.

“Take control, Raina. Your pleasure. Your desires. Use me for your fulfillment.” Her pussy muscles spasmed and tugged at his cock. Her breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing. He watched, fascinated by the way her tongue darted across her upper lip as her body started to rock and sway. He slid his hands from her waist to her hips to encourage her movements. “Turn loose of your thoughts. Shut down your mind. Follow the dictates of your body. Let nature have its way.”

The sensations flooded Raina’s consciousness. She had never been penetrated as deeply or filled so completely. She leaned forward, bringing her engorged clit in full contact with his pubic bone. A rush of primal excitement surged through her body. Any attempt at rational thinking disappeared. She rocked back and forth. Harder. Faster. Delicious rapture spread through her body. Her rocking changed to more of a figure-eight swirl, as if her pussy was attempting to gobble up every centimeter of his dick in unbridled passion.

Orgasmic waves exploded inside her accompanied by a throaty cry of hedonistic abandon. Her actions became almost frenetic as if she had no control over her body. The ecstasy continued to pulse through her, driving her to non-stop convulsive delight.

His body moved underneath her—matching her actions, encouraging everything that excited her. She leaned forward, brushing her breasts against his face. A moment later, he had one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking with an ever increasing ardor that fed into her orgasmic high.

A new sensation seeped into her consciousness. His fingers moved rhythmically along the crevice separating her ass cheeks. He worked his hand between their bodies and ran his finger along the edge of her pussy lips where they closed around his cock to gather some of her juices, then slowly inserted it into her anus. Wiggling, stretching…preparing her for something much larger?

A whole new level of excitement claimed her body. She didn’t seem to have any control over her actions. She rode his cock hard, shoved her ass against his hand, threw her head back, and cried out in wild passion.

Raina’s expression reflected her total surrender to the enormity of the pleasure coursing through her veins. Devon could have held out a little longer, but he didn’t want to. He craved that ultimate pinnacle of his release combining with her orgasmic high.

His body shuddered, then hard spasms sent spurts of his cum deep inside her body. Her contracting pussy muscles worked his cock, milking him of every last drop. With his free arm, he held her tightly against his body, reveling in the hedonistic pleasure of the moment. She had even demonstrated a positive reaction to his finger still penetrating her ass. He worked in a second finger. She initially flinched at the unexpected intrusion, then she quickly accepted it and showed her agreement by capturing his mouth with a hot kiss.

He thrust his tongue into her mouth, twining with hers, sucking on it. And all the while leaving his cock embedded in her pussy as he continued to work his fingers in her tight channel. They slowly came down from their shared euphoria. With the one exception of her virgin ass, it was obvious there was nothing to teach her about the basics of pleasure fucking other than to help her learn to let go of her inhibitions and give full rein to her hidden desires. And letting go of those inhibitions and any preconceived notions could serve her well for other aspects of sex.

As the time of contentment settled over them, he turned his thoughts once again to Miranda. If what he suspected was true, if Miranda had attempted to cast a negative spell on Raina, then he had additional cause to confront her…to seek revenge for his brother and now also for Raina. One way or another, he would see to it that Miranda paid for her misdeeds and her transgressions against all they held as sacred.

But first…

He broke off the delicious kiss. “What would you say to a quick trip through the shower?”

She snuggled her head into his shoulder. To his surprise, she worked her pussy muscles on his softening cock, and wiggled her ass against his hand. “I’d say it sounds like a good idea.”

Her physical actions pleased him very much, even more than her words of agreement. They demonstrated her openness and willingness to participate in whatever he wanted of her. They had four days until the Samhain gathering. He wanted to spend the entire time with her in his bed.

A brief thought invaded his consciousness about spending eternity, but he quickly dismissed it. There was a very real possibility that she might not want anything to do with him after he took steps to deal with her sister. Even though Miranda had apparently wronged her as well, she was still Raina’s sister of the bloodline.

Devon seldom had occasion to doubt or second guess his decisions. He found himself in the uncomfortable situation of Miranda suddenly being one of those rare exceptions. Was there a way to extract satisfaction for the harm she had done to Dylan without violating the primary law of
Harm To None
?

“That’s a very serious look you have on your face.” Her words broke into his thoughts. “Are you reconsidering the shower?”

He flashed a sexy smile as he quickly set his concerns aside…at least for now. “Not at all.” He got out of bed, assisted her, and they walked into the bathroom. After adjusting the shower spray to an acceptable temperature, they stepped into the large free-standing shower and he closed the door behind them. The steam swirled around inside the glass enclosure like an erotic whirlwind, touching and teasing every part of their bodies.

With a gesture of his hand, the bar of soap passed through the spray then lathered her body. He circled his arms around her from behind and pulled her back against his chest. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he manipulated her nipples until they puckered. Everything about her excited him. Sex Magick…human sexuality…the body’s physical needs. It was a spiritual facet of life, one of nature’s laws. But something about Raina surpassed the parameters of those laws, elevating her to a higher level.

He did not seem to be able to get enough of her, to reach his fill. She physically satisfied him, leaving his body satiated and exhausted yet still wanting more. He kissed the back of her neck as he rubbed his rapidly growing erection against her ass then settled it along the length of her crevice.

Raina’s senses swirled around her, much like the steam in the shower. She had never been so sexually satisfied yet so aroused at the same moment. How could she be craving more after the incredible orgasmic highs he had given her? She had asked for his help because she wanted to learn how to be open to all the things she knew were possible but had never experienced. And in one evening, he had exceeded her wildest expectations.

But more than that—as much as it didn’t make any sense, she felt an emotional connection to him. But how was that possible? One evening of dinner and the ultimate sexual connection did not make for an emotional relationship beyond the values of the covens. But it all felt so very personal.

She turned around in his embrace, raised her arms around his neck, and reached her mouth up to his. He immediately locked his mouth to hers, a kiss every bit as emotional as physically stimulating. His words came back to her—letting go of her thoughts, allowing her body to dictate rather than her mind, giving free rein to her sexual desires without fear of new experiences.

The steam swirled around her head, clouding her thoughts and obliterating her attempts to analyze what was happening. His energy flowed through her body, caressed every part of her, made her feel more alive than she thought possible.

He lifted her into the air, and she spontaneously wrapped her legs around his waist. His cockhead poked at her pussy. She eagerly wiggled onto his stiff erection, once again enthralled by the way he so completely filled her.

In a rush of sexual desire, he backed her up against the shower wall. Quick thrusts of his hips produced sharp upward jabs of his cock, in and out of her hungry pussy, feeding her carnal appetite. She moved with him, joining in what quickly escalated to a sexual frenzy. She clawed at his back while attempting to hold on. Their mouths feverishly devoured each other as his dick and her pussy created an incendiary energy so hot that only the cascading water from the shower kept them from bursting into flame. Solid, hard strokes rapidly built toward a climactic crescendo. Her mind swirled with the whirling steam, something nearly otherworldly—something magical in the true sense of the word. The magick of Devon Bainbridge.

Every nerve ending in her body responded to the sexual electricity sparking from their frenetic coupling. Then the force of a powerful orgasm detonated inside her.

Chapter Three

As Devon sat on the edge of the bed, he poured a measured amount of ceremonial oil into a small blessed vessel and placed it on the nightstand. Then he gestured with his hand to refill his coffee cup. He sipped the fresh coffee as he watched Raina sleep. Her enticing breasts rose and fell with her smooth, even breathing. Her long hair spread across the pillow with a few loose strands scattered across her face. He had never seen anything more captivating or desirable.

It had been an unbelievably exciting night and an equally disturbing one. If he pursued his century long goal of vengeance against Miranda for what she had done to his brother, it would satisfy his long-held need for revenge. But at what cost? What would it do to Raina? What type of impact would it have on the possibility of a relationship with this woman? He had been involved in many relationships in his lifetime—many of them personal relationships separate from his coven and the witch community in general—but none of them had been with
the
woman, the one to fulfill that personal emotional bond missing from his life.

He had just met Raina, but everything about her felt so right. Could she be that one special woman? He needed to know more about her background, her relationship with her sister—more about what he now believed was also Miranda’s betrayal of her own sister.

Cupping his coffee mug in both hands, he leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. What had been so clear-cut in his mind when he sought out a face-to-face encounter with Raina had become an unsettling inner conflict starting with her surprising request for instruction in sex magick. It was not an unusual request of someone in his position. As a High Priest, he took sex magick seriously, as he did all rituals, and knew her desire and request were sincere.