Spellbinder (Moonshadow #2)

I said shame on them. They had a unique treasure, and they didn’t know how to take care of it. He nuzzled her then pressed kisses along her inner thighs. Just relax, my love. I’ll take you there.

“That would—that would be amazing.” Her voice trembled. “But if it doesn’t happen, I want just to tell you it’s okay. This feels so good. You feel so good.”

You’re beautiful, he told her. Every part of you is so lovely, your voice, your scent, your passion, your music, your strength, and your femininity. Relax, Sidonie, you’re safe with me. You taste like heaven, and I could happily stay here like this all night. We have all the time in the world. Shh, don’t strain for it, just relax.

It was a lie.

They didn’t have all the time in the world. In the back of his mind, where the lycanthrope virus lived, he could feel the moon traveling across the night sky, and he raged internally at the knowledge that he would have to leave her again before daybreak when he never wanted to leave her again. Not ever.

But his soft-spoken, telepathic words did what he wanted them to do. He could feel her relax as he talked to her, and as the tension flowed away, she opened herself further to him.

While he flicked at her clitoris with his tongue, he slipped two fingers inside her. She was tight, so tight, her inner muscles gripped his fingers, and he wanted nothing more than to plunge his aching cock into her lush, wet heat.

For now, he satisfied himself with fucking her gently with his fingers while he worked her. Gradually he increased his rhythm, until her breath came in sobs.

“I can—feel it’s there, but I can’t quite reach it,” she gasped.

Don’t try so hard, my love, he said gently, making love to her mind while he stepped up the pressure and he fucked her more deeply. In fact, don’t try at all. Ease up, and let me bring it to you. I want you so badly, it hurts. I feel thick as an oak tree. When you took me in and sucked on me, you shocked me so much I almost came in your mouth. All I can think about is planting myself so deep inside you, I never come out again.

“Oh, God,” she said on a note of complete amazement.

Her torso arched off the bed.

He could feel her climax start deep inside. She flushed all over, and tears spilled out of the corners of her eyes. It rippled outward in waves, and the raw, inarticulate sounds she made as she came were the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.

It set a fire burning in him, but he held himself back, watching her intently while he kept up the relentless pace. He said, Again, my life. Let’s go there again.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” She wiped at her face. She looked broken open. “It’s a miracle I went there once.”

I believe in miracles. At least he did for this one night. As the ripples eased, he sucked at her hard.

Her eyes flew wide. With a strangled shriek, she came off the bed again, and there it was, her second climax. Gods, she was lovely.

He wanted to watch her climax all night, but his own hunger was a savage goad so that abruptly he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Rising up, he said between clenched teeth, “I need to get inside you. Now.”

Her face flared with eagerness. “Yes.”

She took hold of him and guided his cock into place, stroking him back and forth, until his head was slick with her arousal. The sensation was excruciating. Gritting his teeth, he endured it so she would be ready for his entrance.

Then she seated him at her opening, and he pushed into her. Rocking almost all the way out, he pushed back in again, this time a little farther. She was so tight, so hot. He watched her closely as pleasure illuminated her expression.

“You feel incredible,” he told her. His voice had gone guttural.

“So do you,” she breathed. Then, suddenly, she looked deep into his eyes, and the instant snap of connection between them was so strong he felt as if she pulled his soul halfway out of his body. Raking her nails down his back, she hissed, “Stop being so damn careful.”

And that was it. It was like she unzipped him. The civilized veneer fell away, and what came leaping out was primal, wholly ungoverned.

He thrust in all the way in one long, brutal move, and she ignited. His fire fanned hers again, and she met each of his long, hard strokes eagerly, lifting to him as he hammered down while she clenched down on him as tight as a fist.

She felt like wet silk and molten fire. He couldn’t get in far enough, hard enough. Plunging into her with his cock, he delved into her mouth with a punishingly hard kiss, and she took all of it, all of him, goading him on when he would have eased up, until he lost all vestige of control and rutted on her in a frenzy.

Gripping her by the thighs, he pushed her open wider so he could get deeper. He thought she climaxed again, but he wasn’t sure. Her hands roamed everywhere, and her mouth—that beautifully formed, soft, demure-looking mouth—whispered filthy things in his ear.

Where did she learn to talk like that? Angling his head, he stared at her, and she gave him a smile filled with such fierce joy, it was like she shoved him off a cliff.

He fell… he fell into her as inexorably as Icarus, who had flown too close to the sun. The climax he plunged into was a completely involuntary thing, beyond his control.

As he spurted into her tight, hot passage, he twisted up and back with the intensity of it. Vaguely, he was aware of her hands spread flat across his chest, helping to support his weight.

Sex had never been a transformative experience for him, until now.

Making love had never been transcendent.

Until now.

Now he finally understood why a queen might betray her husband for a knight who forsook his vows. Why Helen of Troy had been seduced by Paris and left everything in her life behind to follow him.

Why love could become a driving compulsion stronger than honor or death.

And as his climax slowed and he came back down to her again, covering her completely as he lost himself in the sensual extravagance of her lips, he realized he had come to a final point of completion in this dangerous journey he and Sidonie shared.

His heart still thundering in his chest, he pressed his lips to her forehead, and thought, I will do anything I have to do in order to keep you.

Anything.

*

They made love two more times.

Obsessively.

Unable to stop, or relax. Unable to unclench.

Morgan’s body. The ripple of muscles in his long limbs, the sensation on her skin as she rubbed her face in the hair on his chest. His face, that deep voice, the wisdom with which he seduced her, those brilliant, brilliant eyes.

It wasn’t comfortable, this roaring need for him. It wasn’t balanced. It hurt. She felt like she had plunged into a crisis of some kind. Reality had altered and had ignited her with invisible flame.

At one point, he held her by the throat while he took her from behind, and she loved it so much. It was so far beyond anything she would have once considered acceptable she didn’t know who she was anymore.