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stroking her
tongue out over his depleting cock. Lifting her head and licking her lips, she
grinned at Ben. His eyes glanced over her lazily, satisfaction glinting in his
dark depths.
    “You look incredibly pleased with yourself,” his tone was
thick. Layla climbed back up into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Kissing him slowly, she let him taste himself.
    “Mmm,” she murmured as she pulled back. “You were the one to
bring up feeling like a randy teenager. What could be better than giving you
every adolescent’s fantasy of a quick sucking off on the couch?”
    “You’re dangerous, witch,” Ben said, the comment clearly a
compliment. “I can’t ever get enough of you.”
    They kissed hungrily. Layla knew she’d never get enough of
Ben, either. Her temperature rose as they continued to pet each other, until
finally she had to pull away, her cheeks hotly flushed, her nipples tightly
pressed against the lace of her bra and her body slick with need.
    “If we don’t stop soon…” she let her words trail off. Ben
didn’t listen but merely unsnapped the fly of her jeans. “Ben,” she moaned,
caught between stopping him and urging him to return the favor.
    He appeared determined on his chosen course. His fingers
dipped inside her lacy thong, pushing aside the scrap as he stroked the pad of
his finger over her clit. Layla arched up into him, pleasure shooting through
her body as he touched her masterfully. Ben pushed three thick digits inside
her weeping pussy as he continued to tweak her clit with his other hand.
    She was already unbearably aroused, and his talented fingers
made short work of her. He hungrily kissed down her neck as she panted and
tried to muffle her moans of need. Incoherent half-words fell from her lips as
she pleaded for more. Lifting herself and thrusting back on his plunging
fingers, she fucked herself on his hands, desperately striving for her release.
    She muffled her scream into the flesh of his shoulder as he
lightly pinched her clit, the sensual overload crashing through her as she came
in a rush. Grinding her hips down, he fucked her hard with his fingers, reaming
her pussy as he thrust in and out of her with a ferocious pace. Gasping for air,
she shuddered, her body contracting as the adrenaline of release washed through
her.
    Their bodies pressed together, Layla rested her head on Ben’s
shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. Not needing any words, she was
content to sit there and bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking. She felt
replete, utterly at peace. It was as if everything were perfect and she had
found her special wizard, the one with whom she could spend the rest of her
life with.
    She knew in moments they would need to plan their next
steps, but for now she wanted to indulge in the private, intimate moment with
her lover.
    * * * * *
    Layla looked up as Damon entered the room. She and Ben had
only just sat back down after setting their clothes to rights. Had the Healer
walked in a minute or two earlier, he’d have received an eyeful of them being
in decadent disarray.
    “How’s Riley?” she asked. Damon sank into an overstuffed
armchair with evident relief.
    “He’ll be okay,” Damon replied. “He’s bound and determined
to get back up again and Track whoever it was who singed him. I have to tell
you what I warned him just a minute ago—that person has power and meant
business. That was not a happy, cheerful casting the assailant used. Do I even
want to know what mess you’re all in?”
    “I think that will be a story best told when it’s over,” Ben
said as he cast a curious glance to Layla. “Unless you really want to know. We
owe you for helping Riley, but I’d hate to drag anyone else into this.”
    “I might wait for the hindsight version over a drink or two
one evening in the future,” Damon decided. “I can tell you, though, Riley will
likely get tired easily. His energy is pretty depleted. He could have lost his
leg had the