Wicked Magic (13 page)

The pain in her chest eased. He loved her. He wasn’t going
to leave her. She needed his touch to erase the lingering evil that saturated
her. She needed his mouth, needed his hands stroking her, bringing her
something beautiful and pure.

“Kiss me.”

He leaned forward, fitting his lips over hers, and drew his
hand up between her shoulder blades to cup the back of her head. She parted her
mouth under his and their tongues met in the middle.

Magic stirred between them. He groaned against her and
cupped her breast, gently massaging as their mouths came together. Jolts of
pleasure moved through her and she moaned against him. He pulled back and
looked down at her.

He pushed the wet strands of her hair off her face. The
contrast of his hot body and her cold one had her lifting closer to his heat.
Whatever he’d been about to say faded under the onslaught of his mouth on hers.
Heat built and she melted from the inside out. She pushed herself into him and
moved her hands over the curves of his shoulders, down the tight muscles on his
biceps. As he massaged her tongue with his, her hands wandered lower to cup his
forearms.

The kiss built and everything around them faded into a void.
She was faintly aware of the open window, how a cool breeze stirred the air.
Drapes rubbed together, flapping and reminding her of the ribbons she needed.
The passion and love brewing between them fed her magic. A swirling electric
sensation started in her gut and spread out until she could no longer contain
it. Energy spilled into the room and mixed with the moonlight.

Whispers rode on the breeze, too faint for her to make out.
When Trent reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans, then worked them down
his hips, she stopped trying to listen. He pressed his hard cock against her
hip. His hands were soft where they trailed over her thighs. Butterflies
invaded her stomach and erased everything else. He tore his lips from hers,
dragged them down her neck with the same dominant manner he did everything
else.

He kissed a path from her throat, across her chest and her
pussy throbbed with arousal. His breath was warm, moist against her skin. It
was nothing compared to the feel of his mouth closing around her nipple. He
sucked the bud into his mouth and swirled his tongue along it before nipping.

He slid his hand down her stomach, between her legs and
cupped her sex. His hold was possessive and firm. A claiming.

“I love you, Sam, fuck I tried not to. But I do,” he said in
a deep, husky voice and opened up his palm so he was holding her completely.
When he moved his hand back and forth over her, he put pressure on her clit.

Her mouth parted in a gasp. She fought to keep her hips
still. She wanted more, wanted all of him.

“Make love to me, Trent. Make me yours.”

He ghosted his fingers over her body, allowing her the
faintest of teasing touches. She used her legs, hooking them around his waist
to pull him against her.

Trent swooped in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss, so
different from the frenzied ones at his house. Her stomach tightened. She
closed her eyes and tried to feel everything at once. His tongue moved against
hers, rolling and playing, and their heads adjusted in search of the perfect
angle. The kiss was penetrating. When she pulled away, he followed, chasing her
lips until they were both breathless.

He stroked her sex, gathering her arousal before he pressed
his finger inside. She moaned, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Trent sped up
his in-out pace. As she got accustomed to the feel of him, he added another
finger. His hands were big, something she’d always fantasized about. She’d
never dreamed his fingers would feel as good as they did filling her. He pulled
his mouth from hers and moved down her body, dragging his lips down her chest,
over her stomach.

The blanket covering them fell to the floor. Moonlight
kissed her skin. Cool air charged with electricity brushed over her. He started
with her foot, gentle kisses along her heel, over her ankle, while kneading her
calf. Where his hands touched, his mouth followed.

He was marking her. Erasing everything that had ever been
there before him. When he was through, she’d be saturated in his scent. Marked.
She’d be his and he hers.

Slow, teasing, he moved farther up her legs. He coaxed her
thighs apart to expose her pussy. As he smoothed a hand over her stomach and up
to her breasts, they both watched. The possessive look in his eyes was almost
her undoing. His jaw rasped against her thigh seconds before his tongue swept
against her slit.

He explored her sex with long, unpredictable strokes,
somehow different from the previous time he’d done this. She smoothed her hands
through his hair, massaging his scalp and holding him against her. He used
alternating methods, licking and sucking, until she was bucking underneath his
assault. Clamping her thighs around his shoulders, she gyrated her hips against
him, seeking that last bit of friction she needed to send her over the edge.

“Yes, Trent,” she cried out, her voice echoing through the
house.

Her body was on fire. His mouth was soft, his tongue hot and
there was the faintest hint of his cheeks, rough with growing hair that scraped
along her thighs. Trent pushed two fingers inside and twisted them in and out.
A second orgasm built fast.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips lifting from the bed.

Trent growled, increased his tempo and some of his
tenderness faded. Hard flicks pressed against her clit before he sucked the
pearl into his mouth. His hungry sounds pulsed through her, gave her the nudge
she needed to let go. Pleasure built and wound her stomach in a tight knot. She
extended her leg and her foot scraped against the sheets. Paralyzed. The well
of pressure broke. Magic exploded.

When she came to, he was looking at her from between her
legs. She could have come again from the possessive hunger in his eyes. He
stalked up her body, making sure to drag himself against her. His cock was
thick, the tip wet when it bumped against her sex.

He teased her lips in a series of kisses. “Before this goes
any further, what do you need for your ritual?”

Right. “I brought most of my stuff to your house, but I’ve
got some extra stuff in the closet. Candles, rosemary and ribbon.”

He rose from the bed and crossed the room. Trent bent and
retrieved the ingredients for the spell. Without having to be asked, he lit a
candle and set it on the nightstand.

“Light the rosemary too,” she said.

The heady aroma filled the room and tickled her nostrils.
Trent trailed the ribbon up her stomach as he knelt on the bed. Goose bumps
rose over her skin and she sucked in a breath at the trailing wisps of magic.

“Tie our right wrists together,” she instructed.

His eyes darkened. He settled above her, his cock hard and
hot against her wet pussy. Together they worked to tie the thin red ribbon
around their right wrists, binding them together.

He brought their joined arms to his mouth and kissed her
pulse point. “Now what?” His voice was low and husky.

She lifted her head to flick her tongue across his lower
lip. “Now you make love to me. Make me yours.”

Heat flared in his eyes, made them smoky and irresistible.
He cupped the back of her head and drew in a deep breath. “Fucking hell, babe.”

Trent claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss that was so full of
passion it was hard to imagine anything being more intense than that exact
moment. She was wrong. He laced his fingers with hers on their unbound side and
brought both arms over her head. He looked down at her, a curling lock of hair
tickling her forehead.

“You’re mine, Sam.”

Licking her lower lip, she wrapped her leg around his thigh,
brought it up until she hooked his ass.

“Always.”

“Do we need a condom or are you on the Pill?” he asked.

“Pill.”

“Good.” He let go of her hand long enough to grip his
erection. She looked down, drawn to the sight of him moving against her. He
teased the tip through her slit back and forth and she tensed.

They were really going to do this. As the anticipation
mounted, she dug her nails into his back.

When he cupped her thigh, the movement pushed her leg
against his waist. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, gathering her
hands once more, connecting them. In one smooth, powerful thrust he made her
his. Her eyes shot open at the hot, burning sensation of being so full. She
couldn’t breathe through the pain and pleasure.

Trent swallowed her cry and stroked his tongue against hers.
She arched up, into the kiss and gripped the hand he pressed to hers. Some
hidden spot inside opened and potent, untapped magic surged to life. She opened
her eyes and gasped at the tie binding their right wrists together. The ribbon
morphed into ropes of magic that surrounded them.

“Holy shit, is that supposed to happen?” he asked and looked
around the room in awe.

She nodded and stroked her now-free right hand down his
back, a wave of dazzling magic following in its wake. A connection formed
between them, from her soul to his, an imaginary line tethering them.

Their gazes met. His eyes were dark, smoldering with desire.
Curls hung in front of his eyes.

“I love you, Trent.”

“And I you.”

Hands clasped, mouths fused, he pulled out and pressed deep
inside, drawing a moan from her throat. Again and again, he made love to her in
a sweet, slow tempo that built heat between them.

He let go of her hands to cup her thigh and hold her close
as he thrust against her. His muscles flexed. His back bowed. Every stroke
touched her deep, had her crying out his name. Pleasure built—a tight sensation
in the back of her womb. She scratched her fingers through the stubble at his
jaw and wrapped them around the back of his neck. She lowered his head to her
throat.

“Now it’s your turn to make me yours, Trent.”

His thrusts sped up and the slapping of their flesh
resonated deep inside, adding to her pleasure. He bit her neck, holding her in
place. He rolled his hips, his pace speeding to match the furious tempo of
their rising heartbeats. Under the surface, she sensed his jaguar lurking. It
lunged for her, needing to mark her—tried as hard as it could to be free. Magic
curled out, tamed his beast with a soothing whisper and a promise of things to
come.

He gasped against her neck, and he fucked her harder,
faster. Each thrust penetrated something deep in her soul. They kissed, pulled
and pushed, until she was sobbing his name into his shoulder. The breath
against her neck became uneven, ragged. He thrust harder. Flesh slapped
together until it was the only sound filling her ears.

The numbing sensation started in the middle of her legs then
spread out. The faster he pounded into her, the closer the paralyzing feeling
became. Her mouth open and gasping for breath, he brought her into rapture.

Before she’d even caught her breath, he rolled them. He
settled his hands at her waist and lifted her, helping her straddle his thighs.
She sank down on his cock and cried out. He went deeper, felt bigger. She
pressed a hand against his chest and experimented with a simple up-down motion.
When she tightened the muscles deep inside, his body tensed and his jaw
clenched.

Instinct took over. She threw back her head and let the
power swirling in the room wash over her. The tips of her hair drew against her
back, tickling her flesh with each move. Slow at first, she rose then fell.
Pleasure spiked. Her pussy gripped and pulsed around his cock. As the rhythm
found her, each stroke was faster. Trent was there, moving his hips up and down
with every thrust. The pressure mounted, made it hard to breathe. He pressed
his fingers against the spot where they were joined. The stroking on her clit
forced a cry from her as her climax approached.

They continued to move against one another, never ending,
never stopping. Only feeling. Sweat trailed down her back. Trent slid his hands
up, over her back and gripped her shoulders. He sat up, pulling her body tight
against his, and took over.

Hard and quick, he pressed his mouth against the side of her
neck and clamped down. Teeth pierced flesh and brought her to a new height of
pleasure. As hard and quick as he’d bitten her, his dominating thrusts claimed
her body. His jaguar surged, wrapped its spirit around her, marking her until
she saw, smelled, felt nothing but Trent—the man and the animal.

When she came, he was there, his mouth silencing her cries.
He climaxed along with her, his body jerking, muscles twitching as he came
inside her. She buried her face in his neck and breathed him in.

Mine.

She snuggled closer, flattened her palm over his racing
pulse. Everything felt different. Each beat of his heart hammered through her.
That pounding rhythm would stay with her always.

She closed her eyes. Every move felt lazy, surreal. Only
after their breathing returned to normal did she lift her head from his
shoulder. She pushed his hair behind his ears and felt a small smile break
through.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” His voice
thick with passion.

Her grin spread and she leaned forward to steal a slow,
lingering kiss. His still-hard cock jerked inside her. He broke their kiss and
skimmed his fingers over her hips, along her arms. In their wake, a trail of
magic sparked her skin.

“I think,” she trailed her finger over his arm then rose and
sank back down on his shaft, “that you should show me.”

A growl left him and he rolled them, bringing her underneath
him. “Every damn day, Sam. Every day. Tomorrow we look for a house.”

She pushed away the rising sorrow hitting her now that the
pleasure was fading. There were too many memories here and at his house, things
neither would forget. “I like that idea.”