Page 114 of Faerie Hunted

He knew me inside and out. No more secrets between us, not anymore, not after everything we’d been through. His lips were warm and my body tingled where he touched me. The two of us together…it still felt like a pipe dream even with him in my arms.

He broke away to trail more kisses down the line of my throat until heat spiraled down between my legs.

Mike maneuvered us to the bed and I was the first to fall, the way it had been from the first. Need, weakness—they were twined together and made flesh in him. Magic bubbled up from that place inside of me when he joined me, lying on his side and his fingertip pushing my hair aside. His gaze searched my face.

“Are you sure we have time?”

He grinned against me. “I’m sure.”

We were intimately aware of each other. There was only the sound of our breath, my heartbeat growing louder with every passing beat, and our magic mingling.

I groaned as his fingers skimmed along my ribcage, lingering at the base of my breasts. He trailed them lower, between my thighs, and a shudder of electricity had me swallowing a cry.

Mike kissed me again and growled in the back of his throat. He pushed his fingers between my thighs until the dam broke. The light turned green.

Whatever I wanted to call the moment.

There was sweetness, yeah, but there was also need as we collided, kissing each other desperately.

I rocked my hips against his.

“Do you have any idea how crazy I’ve been for you?” he purred. “How often I’ve thought about getting you alone?”

He stroked his fingers against my core and my head dropped back. “Yes. I need you.”

We exchanged only a brief glance before he pushed me back on the bed and covered me with his body. The contact sent an electric rush through me that made my head spin.

He kissed me hungrily and grabbed a fistful of my hair, kissing me as he settled between my legs.

I whimpered and wrapped my legs around him, arching my back to bring us closer. Too many clothes.

Mike seemed to read my mind. He snapped the fingers of his free hand and everything disappeared. Every last shred of cloth separating us.

Gasping, I gripped his forearms. I trembled against the solid ridge of him, his dick pressing against my hips.

A sense of urgency lit my blood and I stole another kiss as my head spun. Mike bit down on my lower lip before he drew it into his mouth.

“It’s always been you, Tavi.”

My name on his lips nearly sent me over the edge. Then he reached between us and glided a finger across my core. Pleasure shot up from his touch. He kept me pinned beneath him, working me until my breath hitched.

His thumb nudged against my clit and his teeth caught my lip again. The small amount of pain coupled with the soft sensation of those circles drove me over the edge and I came.

Fighting the urge to scream my pleasure for the entire tavern to hear.

It was stupid, how easily he got me. How the press of his skin and a little bit of magic turned me inside out. Only for him.

A desperate need grew inside me as he caught my face between both hands and tilted my face up to kiss me deeper yet. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close, groaning.

His silky smooth skin against mine, the solid length of him, nudging me, begging for the one thing we both wanted more than anything else…

I reached down to skim my thumb over him and he shuddered. Slowly I took him in my hand, pumping him from tip to base, exploring the feel of him. Loving the way he jerked with the need to control the tempo.

Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head.

His hand explored my waist, my breast, his teeth on my nipple and his body moving in time with my hand. I grinned wickedly against his mouth before I pushed him backward, forcing him onto his back and straddling him. I ground my core against him.

Heat spun through me with the caress.

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