Page 13 of Magic and Matrimony

Piper’s eyes roll back when I pull out and push back in, my urgency growing with every thrust. She feels too damn good, and I quickly lose control, my hips snapping as I fuck her into the bed. She’s so wet my cock is dripping with her arousal. Her magic pulses in time with mine, and I grit my teeth, coming with a groan before I’m fucking ready.

My breaths are choppy, and my orgasm just ripped through me, but I’m not done.

“You didn’t come,” I growl, still fucking breathless.

Piper blinks up at me. “I did. Twice.”

She gasps when I pull out and then squeaks when I flip her over. Hauling her ass up in the air, I push my still hard cock back inside her soaked pussy.

“Oh fuck,” she groans into the bed.

I slowly fuck her with long strokes, my dick still sensitive, but it doesn’t take long before I’m about to come again. This fucking woman. As I send out my illusion magic, Piper cries out. I grin as I focus on giving her the sensation of me sucking on her clit.

“One more, Piper.” My pace grows frantic. I’m desperate to make her come with me and I’m already too fucking close.

Piper’s fingers claw at the sheets, her entire body trembling as her orgasm explodes. She pulses and squeezes around my cock, and I come with my entire body shaking.

“Maiden, Mother, Crone,” I whisper.

7

PIPER

My entire body is limp. I’ve never been so relaxed in my entire life. And whatever he did at the end with his magic still has my body thrumming. Ambrose and I are lying side-by-side, and I can’t believe I’m not feeling more self-conscious. The sheets are pushed down below our feet and sunlight is streaming in through the windows. I’ve only ever had sex in the dark, like it was something shameful. Not for me, but because I’m pretty sure the guy was embarrassed to be with me. But it never stopped him from hitting me up late at night with a “are you awake?” or a “what’s up?”

Because I’m sad, and have spent most of my life starved for touch, I answered, almost every time. The worst part is that it was never a great experience. With Ambrose, it was entirely different.

My body feels flush all over, just thinking of the way Ambrose mapped the contours of my body, the way he explored me with his mouth. Warmth rushes and unfurls in my stomach again, and I close my eyes. I need to calm down. Ambrose and I needed to have sex in order to finalize this union between us, but I knowwho he is. He’s not a settle-down kind of guy. And I’m not going to be some girl on the long list in his phone that he calls when he’s horny.

I’ve been that before, and it’s awful.

The phone rings, and I shoot upright in bed.

Ambrose chuckles. “It’s probably our food.”

He gets out of bed, striding over to answer the phone with zero self-consciousness. And why would he have even a teaspoon of shame? The man is beautiful. I’ve never seen a man’s butt that I literally want to sink my teeth into. But Ambrose has that ass, and I just had my hands all over it. He’s got those little divots in his lower back, and everything is all golden skin and muscles. It’s so fine that I’m afraid I might be drooling.

I snag the sheet and drag it up over my breasts. As he smiles at me over his shoulder, I’m tempted to pull the sheet up over my head.

“You might want to put on some pants before you go meet the hotel staff.”

Ambrose chuckles before he disappears into the bathroom. He reappears wearing a fluffy white robe and strides out into the other room. I hear him talking to the hotel worker before he returns to the bedroom, rolling in a tray laden with food.

“I just ordered a bunch of stuff and figured there must be something that you’d like.”

I slide off the bed, taking the sheet with me. “I’m just going to…” I point to the bathroom and then take off like a frightened little rabbit.

I pee and clean myself up, almost avoiding seeing myself in the mirror. When I catch a glimpse, I can’t stop staring. My red hair is a mess. My cheeks are flushed and there’s beard burn on my neck and chest. I run a finger down my throat. Is that a hickey? I shiver and slip on another of the robes that hang on the back of the bathroom door.

There’s a small table next to the windows where Ambrose is sitting. He’s already started on a burger. I take a plate of pancakes and sit across from him.

Ambrose searches my face, lingering for a minute on the hickey on my neck as he chews his food. “You all right?” His question is sincere. It doesn’t feel invasive but caring.

“Yes.” I exhale and for the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel relaxed. We eat in silence for a few minutes before I take a break on my pancakes.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“No. But I need to tell you what’s going on.” There’s no sense in delaying. I need to tell him why I asked him to marry me. My eyes drift over to the rumpled bed. And why we had to do other things.

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