Page 82 of A Lick of Flame

“So fucking beautiful,” I choke out as I look into her eyes. I can’t stop saying it because it is true.

Maya is groaning “yes” with every stroke. “Ooooh, yes!” She’s close, which is a good thing because I’m not going to last too much longer. At this point, we are both vibrating with need. Both panting hard.

I kiss her deeply. Her tongue. Her lips. Her mouth. This woman. She feels amazing. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her breasts rub against my chest. Her nipples are hard. Her breasts so fucking soft.

“I’m going to…” she says against my mouth. “I’m…”

My lower belly is tight. Even my skin feels tight. I can also feel something inside me. I think it’s my magic. It’s shimmering and vibrating beneath my skin. It’s never happened to me before.

This is it; I need to hold back. I have to. I can do it.

I pull back so that I can look at her. I want to watch her take her pleasure. If she was the last thing I ever saw, I would die a happy man. I pick up speed, sure to maintain the correct angle. Maya’s eyes widen, her mouth falls open a little as she cries out. It’s loud and punchy and laced with pleasure. Not pain. I thrust into her again and again; her breasts jerk and bounce. I can hear the wet sounds her body is making. Good! Maya claws at my back. Her cries become strangled. Her channel gets tighter and starts to flutter.

Her eyes stay on mine. They fill with shock and awe as she shouts my name. Everything tightens around me. Her arms, her legs. Her back bows a little under my weight. Her channel tightens to the point of pain, but only because I am trying not to come.

Magic courses through my veins. There’s this rushing in my ears. Her sex clamps down on me as she comes. It spasms around me. I can barely move or breathe.

Then I am coming. It happens in a rush, like fire in my veins. The sheer force of the pleasure that courses through me shocks me. My arms almost buckle. I roar her name into the night as I empty myself inside her.

It takes a good long while to come down. Her channel keeps spasming…softer and slower. Her yells become cries, then moans. I grunt and snarl and groan. I sound like a burcees in full attack mode. I completely lose control of myself, of my faculties, of my magic because the fire grows brighter. There is a bright light around us for a few moments. I slow my movements, gently rocking into her, drawing out our pleasure for as long as I can.

Then we are clinging to each other, trying hard to catch our breath. I feel her trembling, but it could be me who is shaking in the aftermath of the hardest orgasm I have ever had.

I’m not sure what that was exactly.

I’ve never lost control like that. It’s probably because it’s been so long for me. And because of the woman under me. The woman I am still buried inside of. I’m deep inside Maya, and I don’t want to leave. Not ever.

After a few short moments, I force myself to pull out and feel perverse pleasure at seeing my seed drip from her. What is wrong with me?

I plant a kiss on her mouth, and she tries to smile through her jagged breathing. “We should have done that on the first day…and every day since.”

I laugh. “You would have run me through if I had so much as looked at you with a glint in my eye.”

She laughs. “That is true.”

I move onto my back, pulling her into my arms.

She lifts her head up so that she can look me in the eye; her hands are splayed on my chest. “You obviously have a lot of experience in deflowering virgins.” She says it jokingly, but there is this look in her eye that tells me otherwise.

I shake my head, smiling all the while. “You would be my first virgin. I’m not in the business of deflowering—”

“Really?” She frowns. “You must have had women falling into your arms at every turn.” Her face has gone pink, and there is an edge to her voice that tells me she is a little jealous at the thought. I like that she is possessive. She would make a good partner.

“Why would you think that? Because I was the king at one time?”

“Not at all. Although I’m sure a title will have helped.” She lifts her eyes in thought. “Because you’re, well, you’re you. I mean, look at you. And it helps that you’re kind.”

“I assure you that I’m not kind to everyone I cross paths with.”

“No, but you are fair. Some people don’t deserve kindness.”

“Goddess be blessed!” I push out, touching her shoulder. “It’s gone. Your dragon marking is gone.”

She looks down at her shoulder.

“I think that flare of power earlier wasn’t me at all. It was you. It was the tether breaking.”

Her eyes cloud and then fill with tears as she touches the place where the marking once was.

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