Page 69 of The Mating Fire
She threw her head back in a small moan as he thumbed her nipple, flicking it expertly.
“Give in,” he murmured. “Let it go, Harper. Let it go.”
The pleasure built higher and higher, her body growing tight and hot. She was fire, molten fire with the heat at her core intensifying…
She came with a shuddering scream and sagged against him.
His erection prodded at her backside. It grew thicker and longer. His strokes grew harder, more intent. She sensed he was slipping. The arousal becoming painful and urgent.
Jared growled deep in his throat. “Fuck,” he grated out, the roughness of his voice turning guttural. “Have to have you. Now.
After turning off the water he stepped out. Swinging her into his arms, he carried her to the bed as if his life depended upon it.
Jared tossed her onto the soft mattress. His mouth was on her naked skin now, licking her body, as if licking up the blue fiery magick from her pores.
Harper’s breasts tingled as she writhed from the pleasure. She saw her loins and limbs glow light blue. This had never happened before, but then again, she’d never had a man like Jared.
Magick seeped out of her like perspiration. Moisture gathered between her legs as he stroked a finger between her soaked folds.
This craving for connection and bonding twined with the arousal and desire he sparked. Being here, in his arms, felt oh, so right. As if every other man in the world didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered but Jared.
Sensations built higher and higher, her body growing tight and hot. The tightness in her loins grew more intense.
Jared cupped her sex possessively and then slid a long finger inside her. She shuddered with need, pumping her hips upward against his teasing strokes, as his caresses became more urgent and frantic.
“Come for me, my darling Harper,” he whispered. “I want to look into your eyes as you come. Look at me.”
His face was ruthless with lust and intent and yet his gaze tender. He stroked harder and she clung to him. The pleasure built higher and higher, cresting over me as she cried out his name.
The chiseled angles of his face did not soften, but hardened with purpose. He brought his fingers to his mouth, slowly licked them.
As Harper opened her arms to him, he mounted her, his gaze fierce and glittering with intent.
His penis began pushing inside her soaked core.
“I’m going to try to go slow, ah fuck! But I haven’t had sex in a while.”
“Me either,” she managed to say. “It’s been a couple of years.”
“Try a few dozen decades.”
He felt thick and hard as a steel bar, each slide pushing him past the tiny muscles that gripped him. Harper flexed her hips.
Enough of this. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips and forced him deeper. He threw back his head and groaned deeply.
Jared began thrusting in earnest, the dance of erotic pleasure she’d never experienced to this level. Emotions raced through her, tenderness and wonder, and a blossoming love. This was not mere sex, but something more.
His hips slammed against her, their wet flesh slapping as Harper dug her nails into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Heat built higher and higher again. Then he angled his thrusts, rubbing against her G-spot and climax slammed into her so hardshe nearly blacked out with pleasure. Harper screamed again and again, calling his name.
Jared shuddered, threw back his head and called out her name. “Harper, ah, my Harper!”
Warm seed shot inside of her as he bucked against her.
He looked down at her and the flare of tenderness mingled with masculine satisfaction and pride.
“Damnit, I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” he whispered.
Harper reached up, stroked his wet cheek. “Ditto.”
