Page 103 of A Bolt of Magic

“Kian.” The heels of my feet are digging into his meaty ass. He has most of his weight on his arms, which are on either side of me. I’m caged in by hot, hard male. “Please…I want you…I’m desperate for you.”

He pulls out slowly and then pushes in, and we both groan. “We will need to do this again,” he tells me.

“What do you mean?” I pant out.

“We need to have sex again tonight. This time will be quick. It’s been a while since I was with someone. I’m rusty and so turned on…I’m not going to last.” He groans again, his eyes drifting closed. His face is filled with wonder, awe, and such pleasure.

He’s beautiful. The most handsome man I have ever seen. More so in this moment, his face tight with need.

“Okay…I don’t mind. Take your pleasure.”

He puts the tip of his finger on my nub, and moments later, he starts to move. My eyes widen.

Kian takes my breath with every hard thrust. The bed slams against the wall, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except this.

His finger is doing wicked things to me. He knows just how to touch me. My toes curl. My back bows. My mouth falls open. I’m making obscene noises, but then, so is he, and I love it. I love that I have this effect on him. Kian isn’t the type to lose control easily, and yet, right now, he is unraveling fast.

“Oh, McColl,” he pants against my neck, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

“Yes!” I yell.

He keeps slamming into me over and over. My body singing for his. My sex tightening. My belly, too. My hands tighten around his biceps, my head thrown back. I can’t get air. I can’t…

He keeps up the relentless pace, his finger right on my nub. I’m so wet that my body is making slick sounds.

“I need you to come,” he rasps against my mouth.

“Yes,” I gasp, feeling my own release building to impossible heights. “I am…I…oh!”

Everything seems to stand still, even time itself. As I clamp around him, light explodes from where our bodies are joined. I groan as I come. Heat floods through me as Kian spills his seed, also groaning deeply. Magic surges through us both, crackling in the air around us like captured lightning. The very walls seem to hum with power.

Kian’s groan becomes a roar. I scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. It’s too much, yet not enough. And it’s more than physical; I can feel our magic intertwining, weaving together into something stronger than either of us possessed alone. The sensation is overwhelming, beautiful, and utterly life-changing.

I am shaking by the time the waves finally subside.

Kian is shaking, too; that, and gasping for breath. He collapses beside me, immediately pulling me into his arms. His chest heaves against mine.

What just happened?

“Did you feel that?” I whisper when I can finally speak. “That’s a stupid question. What was that?”

“Magic…that was pure magic.” His voice is rough. “It…I…” He trails off, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “That was incredible. I think my shaft is still glowing.” He lifts his head and looks.

I laugh. “My whole body is glowing.” It feels like it. My nerve endings are alive. My body is tingling. From the gooseflesh all over his body, I would say that he feels the same.

We lie there for long moments, letting our breathing slow, feeling the new hum of power that seems to flow between us, even now. I’ve never felt anything like it, not just the pleasure, which was beyond anything I’ve ever imagined, but the magical connection, too. It feels permanent now, unbreakable.

It feels right.

And wrong.

I’m both happier than I’ve ever been and sad.

I try not to think too much about it. Not now. Not while I am still in his strong arms.

“Thank you,” I say quietly, suddenly feeling shy. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what I’m about to admit.

“I should be thanking you, McColl.”

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