Page 92 of The Magic of Revenge
"I'm sorry," I said, meaning to move away, but his palms landed on my ass, holding me in place.
"It's not that. I'm just not used to..." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Not used to feeling loved."
Yeah, there went my damn heart.
"Let me love you, Sloane."
It was both a statement and a question. He stared at me for a beat before nodding once. My hands reached for his waistband and he helped, lifting his ass up off the ground so I could shimmy his jeans down. He wasn't wearing underwear, which did not surprise me at all.
"Are you sure, Kitten? After what he—" I cut him off with my lips on his.
"I don't want to talk about him or think about him ever again. He didn't succeed. I'm done holding back my feelings because of how society thinks I need to act. Was I a victim? Yes. Does that mean I can't have a sex life or enjoy having rough and wild sex with my mates? Fuck no. It's fucking freeing. The restraints that held me back are gone and it's my time to live and to love," I told him firmly. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate his concern, asking me if I was sure... I was sure. I'd never been more positive about anything in my life in that moment.
"You were a victim too, Sloane. Not anymore. Cut the ties that bind me and I'll cut yours because tonight? Tonight, we're free."
His fingers hooked on my panties and I leaned back on my palms, raising my hips and bringing my knees together so he could tug them off. The moment they hit the ground, my thighs were wrapped around him once again. He gripped my hip, his other hand lining himself up beneath me. I sank down, his length hitting deep as my body stretched to accommodate him. Once his pelvis was pressed flush to mine, I moaned and he cursed quietly. For a moment, we didn't move. We simply sat there, connected, staring like it was the first time we were really seeing each other. Maybe it was. He was so gorgeous, his dark hair dripping with water, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, nose, and jaw. Thick dark eyebrows and full lips. A dusting of two day stubble on his face. Sloane Sullivan was desire and passion; he was anger and fire. Everything I felt for the mage was larger than life, just like him.
I rocked my hips and his eyes rolled back. My hand held his shoulders and he gripped my hips, slowly encouraging me to keep moving. As much as I was loving riding him like this, my thighs were screaming from the effort. I put my mouth to his ear. "Let me lay back, I want to see your face when you come inside me."
"Fuck," he grunted, lifting me and slipping out from beneath me. Thankfully, we were in a bit of a grassy area, but honestly, I wouldn't have cared. I just needed him. My back hit the grass and he was on top of me, his mouth on mine. His tongue brushed mine and I moaned, desperate, needy. When Sloane slid back inside, I thought I was going to levitate from how sensitive my whole body was. My skin tingled, and wherever we touched felt electric.
Sloane moved against me like a soft wind against a field of wildflowers. The gentleness wasn't something I'd expected and tears pricked my eyes as he rolled his hips. The moon broke through the clouds, the warm rain tapering off to a slight drizzle. He held himself over me, looking down in awe.
"I've never—" He blushed and I cupped his cheek as he dropped his gaze, looking away.
My thumb brushed along his cheekbone. "Never what?"
"Done this before... I've never done this before, Kitten," he admitted.
"What? Had sex outside?" I teased, my voice breathy.
"I've never made love to someone before," he whispered, and I whimpered as he continued to rock against me, barely pulling out at all, like he couldn't stand to put any distance between us.
Moons, this man.
Pulling his face to mine once more, I licked and nipped at his lips. My tongue dipped into his mouth and he used the same tempo with his tongue as he used with his hips. Tears leaked from my eyes when he pressed his forehead to mine and sped up slightly, my fingers sinking into his back as my hips met his.
Magic was surging all around us and when I opened my eyes, I gasped. Green and red wisps were intertwined, swirling around us like a dance in the rain, bright and strong as they twisted together. Our bodies moved together like our souls recognized one another.
"I love you, Sloane," I breathed against his neck and I felt him tremble. My arms released their hold on his body and I gazed up at him as he wiped the tears from my cheeks.
"I don't deserve you, stars know I don't fucking deserve you..." His thumb pressed on my clit and I bowed, the sensations so overwhelming, every nerve in my body lit up like a firework.
"Please," I whined, desperate for the release, desperate to share this with him.
He shifted his angle and surged forward, hitting new places and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. Impossibly, his cock felt thicker, almost uncomfortably so. I cried out to the moon maidens when he circled my clit and I clamped down hard on him, earning a deep growl that was so incredibly primal it sent a small tremor of terror down my spine.
"So tight, so perfect for me," Sloane praised. "So pretty when you come, Kitten."
The pressure between my legs intensified and my eyes widened when I connected the dots. It was too late though, I felt my own body taking his prisoner just as much as his was mine. I locked down around his knot with the force of a thousand dragons, making sure I got every last bit of his dragon seed.
"Fuuuuuck," Sloane roared his release and his boiling hot cum splashed my womb like a high-pressure fire hose.Oh stars, suns, moons, somebody... rescue my vagina because the old gal's just been wrecked.
"I think I got bit or something, my cock is swelling!" Sloane gasped, trying to pull away from me and all I could do was laugh like a lunatic. "Are you keeping it prisoner?"
"Congratulations, Sloaney. You’ve been upgraded from basic peen to a knotty peen."
"What?" His mouth fell open and I giggled. My laughter must've caused me to clench around him because he groaned and then shivered.
