Page 102 of A Bolt of Magic

I kiss my way down her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver under my lips. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I pause, looking up at her. Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips parted as she pants softly.

“Open your legs for me, McColl,” I say, my voice rough and desperate.

She nods, doing as I ask of her. The sight of her sex, already glistening with desire, makes my mouth water. I start slowly, pressing gentle kisses to her inner thighs before moving to her center.

The first touch of my tongue to her slit makes her cry out, her hips jerking upward. She tastes like honey and desire, intoxicating and perfect. I explore her with my mouth, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her sex and focusing my attention there.

“Kian, oh goddess! Of moons…oh!” she gasps, her fingers fisting in the bedsheets as I work her clit with my tongue, laving over it. I slide one finger into her tight heat, then another, feeling her muscles clench around me as I stroke in and out while continuing to worship her with my mouth. She’s already wet, my fingers slipping and sliding into her with ease.

Her breathing becomes ragged, her body trembling as I bring her higher and higher. I suck on her little nub, working her channel a little faster. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, her thighs quivering on either side of my head.

“Oh, gods! Ooooh, Kian. It’s… I…it…”

“Let go, love,” I murmur against her flesh, suckling on her.

“Oh, yes. I—” she starts, but the words dissolve into a wordless cry as her orgasm crashes over her. Her channel tightens around my fingers. Her back arches off the bed, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my fingers as waves of pleasure wash through her. Her mouth is open wide. Her eyes, too. Her hands clench on the bedcovers in time with the clenching of her body.

I continue my gentle ministrations until she’s trembling and gasping, completely spent. When I finally lift my head, she’s staring at me with wide, shocked eyes, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath.

“That was…” she starts. “It…passes as pleasurable.”

“Passes?” I lift my brows. “You make it sound barely acceptable.”

“No…no…” She’s sucking in air. “It was…acceptable.”

“I’ll have to do better, then.” I smile, licking my lips and the taste of her off of them. Fucking delectable.

I move up her body, pressing soft kisses to her skin as I go. “Are you still alright?”

She nods, still looking dazed.

“We could stop here. There’s no pressure,” I check, though every fiber of my being hopes she says yes, and it has nothing to do with practicalities or anything else but her and me…us…this. Tonight.

She looks up at me, her eyes clear and certain despite the lingering haze of pleasure. “I don’t want to stop. In fact, I insist you continue…please.”

I laugh softly. “Okay then, McColl.”

I get up on my knees, unlace my trousers, and push them down, kicking them away. McColl’s eyes immediately drop to between my legs, where my shaft juts from my body, and I hear her intake of breath as she takes in my size. Fae are big. We’re big in stature…big everywhere, and I am larger than most. There is a mixture of desire and uncertainty in her expression.

“You’ll be fine,” I tell her softly, moving to settle between her thighs. “I would never hurt you.”

I feel her relax, thankful that she trusts me.

Then I position myself at her entrance, using my hand to stroke her sex gently, making sure she’s ready for me. She’s slick from her earlier release. It doesn’t take long before she’s panting and lifting her hips, trying to meet me.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” she chokes out. “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, I begin to push into her tight folds. The sensation is overwhelming; she’s so warm, so perfectly tightaround me that I have to close my eyes. I groan deep and low as I bottom out inside her. I can’t help it. Being inside her is…it…it feels amazing and in all ways.

“Kian,” she gasps; her nails dig into my back as her body adjusts to accommodate me. “Please…I want you…I’m desperate for you.”

An understatement, if I ever heard one.

McColl

I’m still buzzing from my orgasm, and already I can feel another building, even though he isn’t moving. I wish he would move. I need him to.

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