Page 35 of Wind Called

But then he pulled away for a moment, gazing down at her with an almost worried look on his face.

“We’re not — we’re not going too fast, are we?”

While Bellamy appreciated his concern, she knew there was nothing to worry about. This was exactly where they needed to be…and she had a feeling they would have ended up here even if they hadn’t spent the afternoon drinking wine.

“No,” she replied, taking his hands and holding them tight so he’d know she meant every word. “It’s definitely not too fast. I want this, Marc…I want you.”

That seemed to be the only encouragement he needed, because he bent to kiss her again, kiss her so fiercely that she wasn’t sure whether her knees were about to give way then and there.

And then he took her down the hall to the main bedroom, which had a wonderful king-size bed piled high with pillows. Those pillows were soon scattered across the floor as Marc pushed them out of the way and then yanked back the covers.

They fell onto the bed, still caught up in their embrace, as if neither of them wanted to be the first to let go. But then Bellamy grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, and he chuckled and did the same with the embroidered blouse she wore, although she noticed he was careful to toss it onto the chair in the corner and not the floor the way she’d done with his shirt.

Her hands moved over his smoothly muscled chest, marveling at how strong he was — from all that hiking, or the yard work she assumed must go along with his landscape business? — and how his naturally warm-toned skin was tanned a few shades deeper thanks to the hot summer sun. He bent to kiss her throat and she let out a gasp…a gasp that turned into a satisfied moan as he worked his way down to her breast, pausing to unhook the front clasp of her bra so he could close his lips around her nipple.

Oh, dear Goddess, that was good. She buried her hands in his heavy hair, losing herself as he licked and suckled…felt the heat as his fingers found the button of her jeans and undid it, then tugged on the zipper.

Those clothes were only a barrier to what she wanted. She kicked off her jeans, and then worked on Marc’s as well, adding them to the pile on the floor. Once they were both only clad in their underwear, they kissed again, bare skin to bare skin, needing the contact, needing to make this moment as tactile as possible.

And then even their underwear was too much in the way, so she grabbed hold of the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down, letting him spring free.

Oh, he was definitely ready…and big.

That was all right, though. She knew she was ready, too.

He slipped his fingers under her panties, caressing her for a moment before he also slid them down her legs and tossed them out of the way. Now she was bare to him, and he continued to stroke her even as his mouth closed on her nipple once more.

Had anything ever felt this good before? Bellamy didn’t think so…even as she realized they were just getting started.

His mouth moved away from her breast, kissing her all down her stomach, pausing for just the barest second before his tongue touched the sensitive nub.

She cried out, arching her back, fingers clutching the sheets as he made love to her with his mouth, taking his time, teasing her nearly to a climax then slowing, doing whatever he could to draw this out.

It was exquisite agony, and she loved every second of it.

The orgasm hit just a few moments later, and she let herself cry out, body practically convulsing as the waves of pleasure flooded through her.

Sweet Goddess, she knew she’d never experienced anything like that before.

She was still panting when Marc moved against her, his rigid cock pressing against her opening.

“Is it okay?” he whispered.

“More than okay,” she said, knowing that those of witch-kind didn’t need to worry about protection. Or at least, the women of the Arizona clans had no need to be concerned, not when the witches from the McAllister family had made sure everyone knew about the charm of Brigid, the one that ensured every single pregnancy was a wanted one.

Marc pressed his lips against her neck, then slid into her. At once, Bellamy wrapped her legs around him, feeling the heavy muscles of his thighs, moaning as he filled her, finding the empty places and making them whole.

They seemed to float in a liminal space, one of light and heat and utter bliss. She knew another climax was approaching, her entire body thrumming with pleasure, and then as he released, she let out a breath and allowed the ecstasy to thrill through every limb, every cell and nerve, her entire being telling her this was what she’d been waiting for all her life…even if she hadn’t known it.

Afterward, they clung to one another for a long moment, their heavy breaths mingling, becoming one. And even when they were two people again, he continued to hold onto her hand, as if he couldn’t bear to lose that point of contact.

“Is it too soon to say that I love you?” he asked, and her eyes warmed with happy tears.

“It’s never too soon,” she whispered. “Never.”

Those dark eyes, so depthless she thought she could get lost in them forever, met hers for a long moment.

“Then I love you, Bellamy McAllister.”

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