Page 62 of Heatwaves

I smile, brushing my hand down his cheek. “Then don’t. Fuck me. Love me. My leg will be just fine. You’ll just have to get creative to work around it.”

“Fuck yeah!” His returning smile is sharp with hunger, but his touch is still gentle as he pulls my shirt over my head.

My hands trail over his chest as he unhooks my bra. I pout when I have to pull away from him so he can tug the straps down my arms.

“No pouting,” he tells me, reaching up to boop my nose before pushing me back on the bed. “I’m going to undress you so we don’t get all tangled up in the heat of the moment. The last thing I want to do is hurt your leg more.”

As much as I’d love to continue pouting, I know he’s right. So I lie there as he slides my shorts and panties down my legs.

Self-consciousness rushes through me when he sits back on his heels and stares at me, his eyes raking over my body.

Besides the broken leg, all my other injuries from the accident are healed. I don’t know why he’s staring at me.

“Wy?”

He smirks, eyes flicking up to my face. “Yes, Lil?”

“Why are you staring at me?”

He chuckles. “I’m just taking time to admire what’s mine, that’s all.”

A smile lights up my face as I flush. “Oh, yeah.”

“Oh, yeah.” He jumps off the bed, pushing off his sweatpants. His beautiful, hard cock hits histoned stomach, and I lick my lips. “No, ma’am. Your mouth is not touching my dick. I won’t last.”

“It’s not like you can’t get hard again in seconds,” I argue, sticking out my bottom lip, but he just shakes his head.

“Nope. Not happening. Now, behave.”

Wyatt climbs back onto the bed and settles between my thighs. He glances down at my injured leg with a frown before leaning forward to grab a pillow and sliding it underneath my leg.

“You will tell me if I’m too rough or if it starts to hurt,” he demands, eyeing me when I don’t say anything. “Lila, if you don’t agree, then I’ll just fuck my hand over and over again until I’m sated. It’s not my preference, but I can’t stand the idea of hurting you.”

“Fine, I promise I’ll tell you if it starts to hurt.” I wave off his concerns, eyes dropping to his cock once more. “But I want that dick inside of me now.”

He scoffs as he leans forward to kiss me. When he pulls back, his lips brush against mine as he speaks. “Always so impatient. I’ve got bad news for you, babe. We’re doing this at my pace—not yours.”

Before I can argue with him, he’s kissing me again.

It’s so easy to get lost in Wyatt’s kisses—especially when he releases his incubus magic. It swirls around us, brushing against my skin and teasing me. I let out a moan when he pulls back, his lips trailing down my neck to my chest. He doesn’t pause at my tits, but his hands come up to cup them.

He continues kissing down my body until I can feel his hot breath against my center. I stare down at him, watching as his fingers find my nipples.

My hips buck as he brushes his thumbs against my pebbled tips, his eyes rising to meet mine over my body. I hold my breath as his tongue snakes out to taste me, running along my slit until it swirls around my clit.

His magic is heavy against me, causing my eyes to fall shut as he sucks on my clit. His magic feels like hundreds of hands stroking me, touching every part of me while he eats me out.

A gasp falls from my lips as something nudges at my entrance—and it’s not Wyatt’s tongue or his fingers. Definitely not his cock since his lips are still closed over my clit, tongue swirling around it as he hums.

No, that’s his magic breaching me.

My hands fly to Wyatt’s head as his magic pushes inside of me, shaped like a cock. He laughs against me as I grind against his face and he fucks my pussy with his magic.

Holy shit.

I guess there are still a lot of things I don’t know about my incubus’s magic.

My incubus.

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