Murmuring something low and reverent against her lips, he slid a finger along the crease between her legs, easing forward, forward, and then finding her. His low groan echoed her pleasure and she let her breath hiss out as he teased the opening, his touch an erotic shock to her system.
His erection was sandwiched between their bodies, pressing hard and insistent against her mound. As her blood burned higher and hotter, driven by the rhythm he set with his fingers, she slid a hand between their bodies and rubbed her palm across his testicles and up along the heavy, distended vein that lined the bottom of his hard, upthrust cock. He groaned, then shuddered when she closed her fingers around him.
There was no hesitation in her, no second thoughts. She wanted this, wanted him, and had for years and years.
His cock was thick and long, with a bullet head that pearled moisture when she ran her thumb across the engorged slit. He groaned and intensified the rhythm.
An early orgasm slapped through her without warning, bright, brittle, and glittering with the pleasure that vised her muscles and left her shaking. She cried out and clutched at him, wordless and needy as her body pulsed around his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he rasped against her lips. Then, his voice going commanding, he said, “Do it again.”
“I…” she began, but then trailed off when he eased away to scatter kisses down her throat. Then he moved lower, bending and kneeling in front of her.
He stroked his hands down her legs, first the outsides and then the insides, urging them apart and angling her body so her spine pressed against the smooth curve of the cave wall. With a smooth and unexpected move, he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her, laying her vulnerable.
“Wait.” She tried to pull away. “Let me…” The protest died on her lips as he turned his head and pressed his lips to her inner thigh.
“No, let me,” he said against her skin. “Just let me.” And he kissed her again, brushing his lips up her inner thigh and then inward to draw his tongue along the center of her in a long, heated lick that had a moan rolling from her, had her head falling back against the stone and her body going limp in sudden, unfamiliar submission.
Oh, gods, yes, she thought as he bent his head. He kissed her more deeply, more intimately, and slipped his hands around her once more, questing until his fingers found her, entered her again.
There was pressure and pleasure, a fullness that seemed somehow so much more intense than it did when she was alone. Helpless to do otherwise, driven by her body’s needs now, she arched into his mouth, rocked against his fingers, and cried out. As he drove her up toward the next peak, she started shaking. Not just because of arousal, though that was part of it, but because she didn’t know what was coming next, or what any of it meant. She was lost in the moment, unable to care about anything other than the orgasm that gathered within her and the lover who was bowed down before her.
She held his head against her, worked herself against his mouth, totally taken within the maelstrom of sensations. And as the inner knots tightened around his fingers and tongue, all she could think was, Thank the gods.
Then he moved away, leaving her to cry out in frustration, then hiss in approval as he moved back up her body, heavy and solid, letting her feel every inch of him. He rose over her and she gloried in the heavy press of his body into hers, and the glide of his hard cock along her slick folds. Excitement built; she wanted him inside her, wanted to be pounded into, hollowed out. She wanted to sink her teeth into him and mark him as her own. Instead, she turned her face into his throat and whispered, “Now. Please, oh, please, now.”
“Hell, yeah, now,” he growled in return.
There was no fumbling with protection or questions, no need with a mage. He just poised himself and nudged within, the press of his cock head so intense she bowed against him, her eyes falling shut once more.
A moment of pressure was followed by a twinge as her body stretched to accept his girth. Then he slid deep in one sure thrust that parted her flesh, filling her, and setting off red-gold sparks wherever he touched.
Magic, she thought, and dragged her nails across his shoulders and down along his sides, fingers flexing as he withdrew and thrust again, impossibly deep. She made a low noise at the back of her throat, part purr, part growl, and he groaned in response and thrust again. Her body matched his as they found their tempo, and she was gripped by the sensations, acutely aware of the contrast between his skin and her own, the delicious friction, the heat, and the push-pull of their bodies.
Then he shifted to align their palms and twine their fingers together, and everything got sharper, deeper, more real. She bit her lip to will back the sudden swell of tenderness, and the tears that prickled behind her closed eyelids, not sure whether the move was an automatic one, impelled by the sex magic seeking more of itself, or whether he had formed the link on purpose, seeking that connection with her.
The bond was there, though, stringing her muscles tight and making her arch beneath him and suck in a hot-feeling breath that contained their mingled scents. Her body moved faster beneath his, urging him on, and he growled low in his chest and answered her, setting a tempo that made her feel like they were racing together across the desert.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Gods.” She broke the connection, letting it be about the moment and the sex as she gripped his tense forearms where he was braced above her. Her senses turned inward, concentrating on the place where they joined. Her body tightened around his driving hardness, pulsing, not under her control anymore. Pleasure shifted, coiled, and kindled a warm, tingling fire in her belly. “Please!”
He groaned and dropped down to gather her against him, wrapping his arms around her and pressing them together in an embrace that was suddenly far too intimate. He wasn’t just inside her anymore; he was holding her, surrounding her, whispering her name in a ragged gasp that brought a surge of tenderness, a sense that yes, this was it. This was what she had been waiting to find.
Panic lit up inside her. Even without the blood-link, it was too much, too huge, too—
“Gods, Cara!” He surged against her, shuddering, and the friction of his full-body press brought an ecstasy that swept away her doubts and fears and left her helpless to do anything but join him in the rise and plunge of bodies, the wild abandon of racing together toward the crest.
She tried to keep up with him, but her muscles tensed as her body locked itself in a breathless, tingling moment. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but cry out in a chain of, “Yes, yes, oh, gods, yes!”
And then he slipped a hand between them, touched her where their bodies joined, and her body ignited. Sparks flared and fireworks detonated as he hammered home a few more times. Then he seated himself to the hilt and locked his arms around her in a shuddering, bucking release that set off a series of implosions within her.
The orgasm left her gasping beneath him, her arms and legs wrapped around him, locked there tightly. And then, as it faded, she stayed right there, wanting the moment to last and last. She loved the feeling of him against her—his heavy weight, the heave of his hot breathing, the knowledge that he was just as wiped out as she was.
They had had each other thoroughly, wonderfully. And she wouldn’t change a second of it. Not here, not now.
No regrets.
“Gods. That was… Hm.” He shifted against her, stretching and easing off to one side. “Sorry. Crushing you.”
She nuzzled the side of his sweat-slicked neck. “Yeah, but in a good way.” But even as she said it, her instincts stirred. That was the kind of thing lovers said to each other, and therein lay danger. This was a onetime thing, a necessary release. Though if that was what it felt like to share sex magic as a mismatched pair, she could see why the magi were all about their destined mates. More, she could see why humans could get hooked on the fireworks and forget about the rest—at least for a while. Not her, though. She had gone into this with her eyes wide-open and full knowledge of what she was doing, and who with, and now it was time to pull back… even if part of her was humming an awestruck note.