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A rosy flush spreads over her cheeks, as pink and pretty as other parts of her. Her hair has long since fallen from whatever fancy hairstyle she had this morning, and red curls stick to her temples. No matter the mud on her face or her spoiled gown, when she cocks her head, she has the presence of a queen.
“You like what you see?” Her teasing tone dares me to challenge her.
“You know you’re exquisite.” Or she should. I punctuate the description with a sweep of my mouth over her collarbone. “Brilliant.” Another kiss. “Brave.” Down her body, I trail my lips. “Caring.” Pushing her gown over her lush hips, I marvel at the way she put her own trauma aside to tend to my people’s needs first, to see to my needs first. “Beautiful.” I crouch so she can use my shoulders to steady herself as she steps out of the destroyed gown, and a brush of her fingers over my hair makes me want her on my tongue again. Only a warrior queen would have gripped my horns to ride my face the way she did.
Nudging her into the shower that’s big enough to fit us both, I strip quickly and join her.
She reaches for my cock that juts between us. There’s no hiding how much I want her any more than she can disguise her beauty. She taunts me with her sizzling touch, and I wrap my hand in her wet curls, hanging on to restraint by the last chains of magic.
“Have you decided to ditch that whole no sex today nonsense?” she asks, an edge to her voice that cuts through my lust.
“No.” I pull her hair, forcing her head back and watching her eyes dilate, her lips part, those gorgeous tits arch as if in offering. Whatever corrupted my magic at the market earlier today would level the castle if it rode on the power high she has given me. “I can think of a dozen depraved ways I crave you, all including me burying myself inside your sweet pussy.” The spray of water and her sigh fill the space between us, and her fingers fist around my dick. “But I almost lost you once today, and it damn near killed me, so we can both wait for you to take my cock in that tight little cunt of yours.” And for me to get a gods-damned handle on this magical overload.
“You’re just gonna call it quits tonight after going down on me?” she asks. “Don’t you want me to return the favor?”
“You have no idea how much, and some night you’ll wrap your amazing mouth around my cock. But as I said, not tonight.”
She pushes her lips into a pout that quickly curves into a grin. “You’re uncut.” The surprise and delight in her voice as she traces her fingers over my erection has me clinging to control. “I haven’t had anyone uncircumcised.”
The growl that escapes me should have her panicking, not stroking me harder. “Traditions were different then,” I manage to say.
“And you’re pierced.” She stares up at me with wide eyes. “Down there.” As if I don’t know what she’s referring to.
Humor at her reaction smothers my grunt. “As I said, times were different.”
“A very good kind of different.” Some of the teasing in her gaze fades to worry. “While I want to argue with you about waiting, I’m not so sure we’ll fit.”
“We’ll fit. Soon I will stretch you wide, fill you completely, make you scream, have you addicted to the feel of my cock. But for now, I’ll clean us, take us to my bed, and there you’ll let me watch you come again. Say yes.”
“Yes.” Her immediate agreement strokes my ego as much as her fingers tightening around me.
“Not that. Not yet.” I pull her hands off my dick, drawing on every bit of self-control I’ve mastered over the centuries. Keeping my touch gentle, I wash her, taking my time on the rounded curves, kissing the scratches on her nipples, nipping each roll, and working the lather over her skin. I rub towels over her as if getting her warm and dry might take all night, and by the time I finish, her legs tremble and her eyes have gone hazy.
Bringing my mate to my bed has me wanting to block out the rest of the kingdom for days, for weeks, forever. When the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and her slickness welcomes my fingers into her body, I slowly fuck her with one, then two, then three fingers in a slow, unhurried rhythm. Her pussy clenches around my hand, and I can only imagine how tight she’ll be around my cock.
“Leander.” My name on a moan as she comes might be my favorite sound in my very long existence, followed by her gasps and the little whimpers she makes an instant before she unravels.
I drape her over my chest and hold her close, as if I can tangle her in whatever spell has been woven between us tonight. She’s soft and strong, and the woman could own me in a heartbeat. When I crave her this much from just one taste, I’ll be ruined for anyone else for the rest of time if we actually fuck. And the thought doesn’t terrify me. No, it’s calming. As though I’ve found the missing piece of me.
“Leander?” Her mumble against my skin tickles.
“Hmm?”
“When you said I had something to do with rearranging the castle, you were kidding, right?”
“Not entirely,” I explain. “You fueled the powers that made it happen. I had thought about needing an easy exit for us, but I didn’t intentionally create one. And while I mapped the shortcut here, I only used the magic you created.”
She lifts her head, her hair falling over me. “How?”
“When you found release on my tongue, you invoked the oldest of magic.”
Shooting me a skeptical look, she drops her cheek against me again, shaking her head. “We didn’t have for real sex.”
“I don’t think the magic worries about the mechanics or specifics of the act. Release between mates is still release.”
“What about spells or rituals?” she asks. “Don’t you have to recite a verse or read something out of an ancient scroll?”
“This isn’t conjuring or witchcraft. It’s older.” I stroke the underside of her breast. “Rituals aren’t necessary to make magic. Ceremonies are more religious than power-based.”
