Page 63 of Tricky Magic
He only looked at her.
“If you don’t shove your cock inside me right now, you will be sorry.”
He chuckled and kissed her, moving down to nip at her neck. “I’m not interested in hurting you like that,” he breathed into her ear. Then he bit down hard on her neck and thrust into her again. It wasn’t all the way, but they were getting there. “It’s probably too late to ask about birth control?”
She whimpered again as he pulled out, waiting for her answer. She clawed at his back and could feel his skin tear at the contact.
“I can’t have children,” she said and he moved to look at her face. “Honest.”
Ros thrust into her again and she cried out. “We are going to talk about this later,” he said to her as he slowly pulled out. “Hold tight, princess.”
And then he drove his cock fully into her. She could feel him slide in and then resistance as her pussy clenched around him. He paused, kissing her hard, and when she relaxed, he began to move.
And, Gods, did he move. Slow, deep thrusts that had the tip of his thick cock hitting a spot she hadn’t even realized she had. Heat radiated all around her, and she could have sworn she was going to come, but it was too quick, and it never happened with only a cock inside her. But it wasn’t that. Instead, it was her magic building inside her, sparkling across her skin. She didn’t feel the heavy dread that came with losing control of her powers. She felt lighter, and her heart fluttered with it.
Ellea gasped, and Ros abruptly stopped.
“What?” He searched her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she breathed out. “What are your shadows doing?”
She watched them crawl up her legs and arms. They were a whisper of smoke compared to their usual blackness. They twined with the sparks of magic popping off her skin.
“I’m not…” He thrust into her again. “I’ve never seen them do that.” He shivered on top of her. “I’ve never felt this. What is this witchcraft?”
She thought he was accusing her, but she quickly relaxed when he chuckled against her neck.
She couldn’t find the air to speak; she only shook her head to saythis isn’t me.He swore, and his thrusts became more erratic; with each one, his shadows pulsed across her skin. They both shivered together as another wave of magic pulsed out, and when it passed, Ros snapped. He plunged into her in one hard thrust, and she yelped. A low growl escaped him, and he rose to look down at her. His eyes were feral, almost glowing as his chest heaved.
She felt wild with need and worried he would stop, that this was all too new for him, as it almost was for her. Her heart continued to flutter wildly in her chest, and she didn’t understand it, didn’t understand her magic. She reached for him, placing her palm on his face, running her thumb across his parted lip.It’s okay,she tried to say without words,I feel it too.
A deep growl left him as he kissed her palm. He grasped her hips, leaned back on his toes, and brought her with him. A breath whooshed out of her at the feel of him. The deepness from this angle was right on the edge of pain. But she wanted it, needed it. She thought her heart would explode on that first thrust; its fluttering turned heavy in her chest, and her magic pulsed out again.
The crackle across her skin snapped like live lightning. Ros kissed her through it, tongues and teeth colliding. She twined her fingers in his hair, anchoring herself to him as he impaled her on his cock with deep, slow thrusts. He guided her with his large hands on her ass, up and down, again and again. There wasn’t space between them as their chests, slick with sweat, heaved as one. The beats of their hearts were no longer their own, but each other’s.
Another wave of magic began to crest, and it wasn’t just hers this time. He shook as his shadows flowed out from him, twining again with her sparks. As it reached its peak, power radiated through the room, light exploded, and curtains swayed. As it fell, it brought Ellea with it.
An orgasm ripped through her so fast and sudden that she couldn’t catch her breath. She roared against Ros’ mouth, and when her pussy clenched around him, she could feel every inch of his hot skin inside her. He exploded after three long, hard thrusts, her walls fluttering around him, dragging out both their releases. It felt as though it would never end.
Ros held her to his chest as their breathing slowly became less erratic. He brushed her long hair away from her face and kissed her one last time before laying her on his large bed. They both groaned as he slowly pulled out of her.
Ellea grabbed one of his pillows and curled around it. She could feel his eyes watching her as she slowly came down from whatever had just happened between them.
A moment (or many moments, she couldn’t tell) later, she heard a glass of water hit the table beside her and then the bed shifted. Ros grabbed her knee and pulled her away from the pillow. She grumbled at him, but he took a warm towel and gently wiped up the mess they’d both created. Once he was satisfied, he slid down next to her, putting his arm under her head and the pillow she clung to. Then grabbed her hip and moved her so she was pressed against him. He pulled a thin quilt over their bodies and settled into his own pillow.
“Just give me five more minutes and I will head home,” she mumbled to him.
“You aren’t going anywhere tonight,” he said, kissing her shoulder, her neck, and the back of her head.
“Just five more minutes,” she whispered.
“Sure, princess,” he said. Ellea felt a curl of a smile against her neck before the heaviness of sleep pulled her closer to its depths. “Whatever you say.”
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Ellea
Ellea was too warm when she woke to voices trailing away from her. It sounded like Billy rambling her usual crap. She reached for her familiar but only found an empty mattress. She moved to search further, but strong hands pulled her back to a warm body. She froze and held her breath as the night before came crashing in.
