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Choking back a moan, he barely caught her expression of pleased delight. His nerves overfired with sensations as she stroked him, up and down, the mix of her powers with physical pressure a heady stimulation.
With an effort, he made himself grab her wrist, stilling her movements. “I want more of this. Later. Right now”—he sat up, flicked open her jeans, flipped her on her back onto the couch, and dragged her pants and panties down her hips and off—“I need to be inside you.”
Dark eyes wide, she watched as he traced the inside of her soft thighs—parting for him, though slightly trembling—with his fingers, up, up, to the small patch of black curls, and the barely visible pink flesh below.
A rough exhale, his own hand shaking as he touched her, finally, and found her wet with desire, slick and ready. Hazel’s chest heaved, her eyes glassy, fingers digging into the couch cushions, hips rising to meet his caress.
One last stroke of her wet folds, and then he managed to pull on the condom in record time, lest he lose one minute of this time with her. Spreading her legs wider while he balanced his weight with one arm braced on the couch cushion, he paused, glancing up at her face. “Still want it rough?”
“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes sparking.
Her magic snared around his hips, drew him down. The tip of his cock brushed her slick entrance. Raking her nails over his back underneath his T-shirt, she hooked one leg over his ass.
He sent her a savage grin. “Isn’t it nice when we agree on something?”
Whatever she might have shot back in answer drowned in a gasp as he grasped her hips and drove into her.
Sweet mercy.
The feel of her. He’d fantasized about this to the point of obsession, hadn’t been sure if reality would hold up to his imagination, but this…this was perfect. To have her legs wrapped around his hips, her fingers digging into his back while she looked at him with the kind of lust-loosed expression that could drive a male insane, and her inner muscles clenching hard around his cock.
He drew out and thrust back into her, giving in to the ferocious need that had been riding him so mercilessly these past months. The move wrung another throaty moan from her, her magic snapping and whipping at him in the most delicious pleasure-pain—and then everything dissolved into harsh thrusts, teeth on skin, sweat-slick friction, and uncontrolled sounds of desire.
* * *
“I need a break.” Catching her breath, Hazel collapsed onto her front on the bed, her skin coated in sweat, aftershocks of her latest orgasm zinging out from her core.
Tallak’s weight pressed against her back as he went down with her, his cock still hard inside her even though he’d just come. He bit her neck. “Told you to start using your treadmill, darling.”
Shivers down her spine. Her inner muscles clenched around him. How? How could her body respond to him still? He’d wrung her out so thoroughly that she should be numb by now.
“I’ll hex you for that,” she murmured into the pillow. Then added groggily, “In a minute.”
His chuckle heated her skin. Brushing aside her braid—which he’d wrapped around his fist as he’d driven into her from behind, the delicious sting of which she still felt on her scalp—he licked her nape, let her feel his teeth, too.
Her nipples, hypersensitive from how much he’d played with them, hardened against the sheet, and she made an undignified sound of lazy arousal.
“You’re sexy as fuck when you become commanding and authoritative,” Tallak muttered into her ear. “But I think I rather enjoy you like this, too.” His hand stroked down her back. “All soft and worn out and too well fucked to keep that mind of yours running.”
“Aren’t you full of yourself?” It was barely more than a whisper because—darn him—he was right.
His husky laugh stoked more heat in her core. “I’d take your protest more seriously if you were actually able to move.”
She narrowed her eyes, which he couldn’t see, since her face was still planted in the pillow, and that was the extent of what she could achieve.
“In fact,” he said, lifting himself up and pulling out of her, “I bet you’d let me do all sorts of things with you right now.”
Despite how sore she was getting, she hissed at the sudden emptiness between her thighs. And then his words sank in. Something fluttered and tightened in her stomach, her breath shortening. All sorts of things… Her fingers curled into the sheet. Ever present, her powers buzzed just underneath her skin, ready to lash out.
She didn’t let them.
On an exhale, she smoothed her hands down on the mattress, relaxed her shoulders…and waited.
“Like that,” Tallak murmured, an intoxicating edge of pleasure in his voice.
The mattress dipped as he shifted his weight and lay down beside her. His fingers ran over the curve of her hip, danced over her lower back, and stroked up between her shoulders, then picked up her braid. She half expected him to increase the pull to stinging again, but the pressure remained soft. Irregular, light tugs, almost as if—
“Are you finger-combing my hair?”
