Page 86 of Hand-Fasting and Other Hazards
Leaning down, her lips brushed the edge of his ear as she whispered, “Good.”
She felt slick and slippery as she ground against his hardness, her body aching for more.
“So, there’s nothing stopping this from happening,” she murmured, her voice teasing as she moved again, rolling her hips against him.
His hands gripped her waist in response, fingers squeezing and massaging as if steadying himself. A groan escaped her lips, and his grip tightened. “I guess not,” he said, his voice strained.
She captured his lips as he slid against her entrance, the tease driving them both wild. He cursed softly against her mouth as she worked him in, every movement agonizingly hot and unbearably slow.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick and electric, crackling with every measured thrust. His ragged breaths fanned against her neck, each one a reminder of just how much she unraveled him.
Her thighs began to tingle, the telltale pressure building low and insistent. She sat up abruptly, her nails dragging lightly along his chest as she fought to regain control, desperate to delay the orgasm that teased her from a distance.
“Too soon,” she murmured, her voice trembling with both pleasure and frustration. She shifted slightly, adjusting the angle, her body humming with anticipation as she chased that perfect, dizzying edge without giving in just yet.
He sat up too, arms tightening around her waist like he couldn’t stand the space between them. She didn’t stop moving—pressing down hard before rising and falling in a rhythm that stole the breath from her lungs.
“You beautiful witch,” he whispered against her lips, the words coming out like a reverent curse.
His hands roamed her body, firm and searching, gripping her ass, holding her as though he was terrified she might disappear. His mouth found her neck, his teeth nipping lightly before his tongue traced along her skin. When he captured her nipple in his mouth, she gasped, the sensation sending bolts of electricity through her.
It was too much—and yet she wanted more.
She felt like a wave ready to crash, wild and unyielding, against the jagged rocks that were Lochlan. His grip tightened, one hand on her ass as the other held her steady. His mouth stayed hot against her breast, and with a low, guttural growl, he thrust deeper into her, the angle making her cry out.
The pleasure was everywhere—on her skin, deep in her soul, a storm she couldn’t control.
She tried to hold back, to make the moment last, but she was powerless against the pressure building inside her. Lochlan wasn’t going to let her hold back, either.
“Let me have it, love.” His breath was warm as his voice vibrated through her body. “Fall apart for me. Let me feel every piece of you.”
His words undid her completely. She couldn’t stop it—the orgasm tore through her like lightning, the intensity leaving her breathless and weightless. Lochlan caught her scream with his mouth, kissing her deeply as her body convulsed with pleasure, the connection between them heightening everything.
She floated somewhere beyond reality, lost in a magical space where nothing else existed but this moment, this man, and the fire burning between them.
Lochlan flipped her, his strength controlled as he pressed her firmly into the mattress. His fingers found her slippery heat, teasing and stroking and unrelenting, as if he held the power to command the rhythm of her pleasure. Each touch sent a jolt through her, reigniting and prolonging the blinding intensity of her climax.
She trembled beneath him, her body taut, caught in that unbearable edge between ecstasy and overstimulation. He groaned deeply as his own release overtook him, his body stiffening against hers, spilling into her with raw, unrestrained need.
A low, obscene curse escaped his lips, and she laughed—soft and breathless. Her body felt like it no longer belonged to her, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.
As the haze of their release ebbed, he leaned close, pressing soft, lingering kisses to her flushed skin. Between them, he murmured words—low, fervent, and unintelligible. She didn’t need to understand them to feel their weight.
They were a mess—slick and tangled, her thighs damp with the evidence of their pleasure. It only made her want more, a temptation that left her aching to feel him again, though her eyes were heavy. Her breaths slowed, her body reluctantly sinking into the blissful exhaustion creeping over her.
A small, satisfied smile played across her lips as he kissed her face, her shoulders, her collarbone.
For now, nothing else mattered. Wrapped in Lochlan’s arms, her skin still tingling and her body still humming, she let her eyes drift closed.
Diary Entry: My twenty-third winter
I think we both knew the world was already shifting beneath our feet.
The question was whether we were brave enough to shift with it.
It began with whispered conversations at night, dreams and fears tangled with exhausted breaths and half-finished thoughts. I don’t know when it changed from fleeting ideas to something real, but one day, I looked at him and realized he had already been building it—long before I ever spoke the words aloud.
A world where not only supernaturals would work together in harmony, but also one in which humans and supernaturals could exist together.
