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gentleness becoming heated passion. He nipped playfully while his fingers explored.
She opened for him, moaning. The agony of blissful craving overcame her. “Kal!” She thrust her hips, encouraging him to take her.
He nipped her ear, and then breathed across it. “Not yet. We rushed before.”
A shiver at the resonance of his voice journeyed to her toes. She circled his erection with eager fingers.
He growled and delved into her mouth, stroking as though his life depended on her very presence. Pulling back when air became necessary, he ground his cock into her pelvic bone. “I want to feel you, slippery and wet around me. Stroke you till you scream.” A grin returned and then he flicked his tongue.
Laughter bubbled upward when she saw the gift magically conjured there. The condom, wrapped in gold, rested on the tip. He reached up, gripping the foil between his teeth and pulled. His fingers, so fast in preparation, jolted her anticipation to new levels.
Then mischievousness gave way to impulsive action. In one quick movement, her legs wrapped him with heated insistence. She gave a victorious cry when he slid into her.
Meekal thrust, pulling her legs higher, deepening into her slippery desire. He groaned and buried his cock within her while plunging his tongue into her mouth. “Beautiful.” He pulled away, his voice rasping with hunger. “Wet. Hot. Perfect.”
She squeezed, the sensation journeying to her heart. The feeling of him against her root sent her flying. His inward push propelled a sound of elation from her throat. She heaved upward, taking him fully within.
He called out, increasing momentum, driving into her. She met him, thrust for thrust, raking his back with her nails.
“Shayla!”
Wave upon rapturous wave took her soaring into new heights—the boundlessness of magic. The edges of her being shimmered and faded, melding her into him. Within synchronized breathing, they rested in a tangle of blankets, sated.
Meekal purred.
She closed her eyes, dazed from their blissful journey. Her fingers caressed circles on his back and she sighed. His purr titillated her spine. Now, she understood his purring; he expressed his bliss.
“Shay?”
She pulled back, looking into his shining eyes. Her fingers trembled when she raised them to his mussed hair. The sensation of such softness against her skin elicited a sound from her throat she had never made before.
His face changed from one of blissful afterglow to wariness. “Shay, I should’ve said something before.” His voice merged with a strangely oppressive silence.
A charge went through her. Twice now, he acted strangely afterward. Her breath caught as she studied him. “Said what?”
He swallowed and pulled away.
The simple motion propelled her heart forward in a leap. “Meekal!”
He didn’t speak; instead, he stood and reached for his jeans. Heart thumping at an unprecedented rate, she reached for a pillow and pulled it protectively across her lap. “You’re scaring me again.” She watched as he pulled his jeans on and adjusted the zipper. Her lip, with his lingering taste upon it, rested between her teeth as she waited.
He began pacing in front of the windows, his shadow, cast from a single candle, moved across the bed with each pass.
“Kal.” His name came out like a sob. She tingled and shook, fighting mentally with the physical sensations she experienced from his distance.
He started to move closer, but stopped in mid-stride. “I’m sorry.”
This time the sob came from her belly. The hot tears on her face did nothing to absolve the feelings. “Sorry?”
He pushed a hand through his hair, leaving it spiked in the wake of the stressful movement. “I should’ve explained everything to you first. I got carried away.”
A knife plunged through her, twisting painfully. She flung the pillow aside and rose to her knees. The urge to lash out pummeled to the forefront. “You got carried away?” she screeched.
“Shayla, this
She opened for him, moaning. The agony of blissful craving overcame her. “Kal!” She thrust her hips, encouraging him to take her.
He nipped her ear, and then breathed across it. “Not yet. We rushed before.”
A shiver at the resonance of his voice journeyed to her toes. She circled his erection with eager fingers.
He growled and delved into her mouth, stroking as though his life depended on her very presence. Pulling back when air became necessary, he ground his cock into her pelvic bone. “I want to feel you, slippery and wet around me. Stroke you till you scream.” A grin returned and then he flicked his tongue.
Laughter bubbled upward when she saw the gift magically conjured there. The condom, wrapped in gold, rested on the tip. He reached up, gripping the foil between his teeth and pulled. His fingers, so fast in preparation, jolted her anticipation to new levels.
Then mischievousness gave way to impulsive action. In one quick movement, her legs wrapped him with heated insistence. She gave a victorious cry when he slid into her.
Meekal thrust, pulling her legs higher, deepening into her slippery desire. He groaned and buried his cock within her while plunging his tongue into her mouth. “Beautiful.” He pulled away, his voice rasping with hunger. “Wet. Hot. Perfect.”
She squeezed, the sensation journeying to her heart. The feeling of him against her root sent her flying. His inward push propelled a sound of elation from her throat. She heaved upward, taking him fully within.
He called out, increasing momentum, driving into her. She met him, thrust for thrust, raking his back with her nails.
“Shayla!”
Wave upon rapturous wave took her soaring into new heights—the boundlessness of magic. The edges of her being shimmered and faded, melding her into him. Within synchronized breathing, they rested in a tangle of blankets, sated.
Meekal purred.
She closed her eyes, dazed from their blissful journey. Her fingers caressed circles on his back and she sighed. His purr titillated her spine. Now, she understood his purring; he expressed his bliss.
“Shay?”
She pulled back, looking into his shining eyes. Her fingers trembled when she raised them to his mussed hair. The sensation of such softness against her skin elicited a sound from her throat she had never made before.
His face changed from one of blissful afterglow to wariness. “Shay, I should’ve said something before.” His voice merged with a strangely oppressive silence.
A charge went through her. Twice now, he acted strangely afterward. Her breath caught as she studied him. “Said what?”
He swallowed and pulled away.
The simple motion propelled her heart forward in a leap. “Meekal!”
He didn’t speak; instead, he stood and reached for his jeans. Heart thumping at an unprecedented rate, she reached for a pillow and pulled it protectively across her lap. “You’re scaring me again.” She watched as he pulled his jeans on and adjusted the zipper. Her lip, with his lingering taste upon it, rested between her teeth as she waited.
He began pacing in front of the windows, his shadow, cast from a single candle, moved across the bed with each pass.
“Kal.” His name came out like a sob. She tingled and shook, fighting mentally with the physical sensations she experienced from his distance.
He started to move closer, but stopped in mid-stride. “I’m sorry.”
This time the sob came from her belly. The hot tears on her face did nothing to absolve the feelings. “Sorry?”
He pushed a hand through his hair, leaving it spiked in the wake of the stressful movement. “I should’ve explained everything to you first. I got carried away.”
A knife plunged through her, twisting painfully. She flung the pillow aside and rose to her knees. The urge to lash out pummeled to the forefront. “You got carried away?” she screeched.
“Shayla, this
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