Page 9 of Sorcia's Heart
The air crackled between them, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.She hated how her body reacted, the traitorous heat pooling in her body and the way her magic hummed louder, stronger, just from his nearness.
“Let me go,” she demanded, though her voice lacked its usual bite.
“Not until you listen,” he murmured, his tone softer now but no less commanding.His grip loosened slightly, but his presence remained unyielding, his body still a solid, grounding force against hers.
Her breathing quickened, the battle within her raging as her mind screamed at her to resist while her body betrayed her, leaning ever so slightly into him.Damn him for always knowing how to push her to the edge—and damn herself for always letting him.
No, not weightlessness – they were flying!The ground fell away beneath them as they soared through the air, Marcus's hold on her the only thing keeping them aloft.Panic surged through Sorcia's veins as she realized the gravity of their situation.They were airborne, suspended in a dizzying dance of magic and danger.
As they hovered, suspended in a timeless embrace, Sorcia felt a surge of transformative awareness wash over her.In this moment, she was not just a witch or a woman – she was a creature of magic, a witch, unbound by earthly limitations.
One moment, her hands were pressing against his chest.The next moment, she was pulling him closer.There wasn’t even a startled moment when they both questioned what was going to happen.It just…did!He kissed her deeply, devouring her mouth while his hands touched all of her.Skirt and silk blouse were gone!They might have even burned up before the still-flaming ashes tumbled to the floor.Sorcia wanted his shirt out of her way, but the buttons were too much for her fumbling fingers.She tore at it so she could gain access to his hard, tanned chest.When his mouth moved from her mouth to her neck, Sorcia felt as if her world was on fire.
Somehow, they floated to her bed.That must have been Marcus’ doing because Sorcia was too intent on getting the man naked.Fast!Clothes ripped and vanished.His mouth moved from her neck to her breasts, his teeth nipping and scraping against her taut nipple while his other hand tweaked the left nipple with his thumb and forefinger.Sorcia cried out, arching her back as the intensity increased.
But she didn’t want to be the only one out of control.Shifting, Sorcia pressed against his shoulders and he gave way, allowing her to straddle his hips.She heard him hiss when she gave his nipples the same treatment.But Sorcia wanted him to burn!She wanted him to be on fire for her!Kissing and nipping her way lower and lower, she gripped his erection with one hand, squeezing him, then taking him into her mouth.She sucked and licked, needing to drive him wild.
She must have pushed too hard, sucked or licked him one time too much because he jerked away, then lifted her, twisting their bodies once again.They landed on the floor, Marcus taking the brunt of the thud.But Sorcia couldn’t stop.This was Marcus and she’d missed him so damn much since he’d been gone.
She straddled his hips and lowered herself down, mindless now, needing the release that only he could give her.Needing him to fill her up and give her that perfect happiness that she’d missed so much over the past two years.
Riding him, sliding up and down, and shifting against him, Sorcia pleasured herself with his body.Every time she lowered herself onto his shaft, she felt the shudders increase, her body getting closer and closer.She wasn’t aware of her nails digging into his chest as she wiggled and shifted, doing whatever was needed to find that release that she’d dreamt of every night for two long years.
Chapter 4
Marcusstaredupatthe woman he adored and despised.She was so damn beautiful with her dark hair streaming over her shoulders, those green eyes closed now as she shifted herself against his shaft.But she couldn’t get there, not like this.He knew her.He understood her body.He’d made love to Sorcia so many times during the six months they’d been together and he knew exactly what she needed.For a moment, he considered not giving it to her.But this was Sorcia.He could never deny her anything for very long.
So, he reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples.Those green eyes opened and she gasped, pleading, her back arching again as she continued to ride him.
Then he pinched her nipples.Hard at first, but easing the pressure when she screamed as her body convulsed.And that did it for him.The sound of her ragged gasps threw him over the edge and he thrust into her, grasping her hips so he could thrust harder, extending her pleasure as he found his own.
When it came, he felt as if all of the anger and tension from the last two years had drained out of him, washing away like a shattering thunderstorm.
And then she dropped to lay across his chest, her breath warm against his neck, as her body slowly relaxed.
It had always been like this between them.Fire and passion, then sweet, gentle touches.A tempest that never truly calmed.
He knew the exact moment Sorcia realized what had just happened.Her body tensed, her muscles going rigid, and she pushed up abruptly, her dark hair falling like a curtain around them.Her green eyes widened as they locked onto his, and the flush creeping across her cheeks told him everything before she even spoke.
“That didn’t happen,” she gasped, her voice sharp, almost frantic.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement despite the gravity of the moment.“Oh, it didn’t?”he drawled, his voice low and rough, still tinged with the remnants of their shared passion.“Then what exactlydidhappen, Sorcia?Enlighten me.”
Her jaw tightened, and she scrambled away from him, her movements hurried and chaotic.She grabbed for her blouse—what was left of it, anyway—and frowned as she noticed the singed edges, some still sizzling faintly.“It was nothing,” she said, her tone defensive, as if the words could erase what had just transpired.
“Nothing?”Marcus echoed, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze following her every movement.“You callthatnothing?”His voice was steady, firm, but there was a hint of something deeper—something raw and unrelenting in his tone.
She refused to look at him, her fingers fumbling with the charred fabric as she tried to cover herself.“It was… an accident.A mistake.”
He was on his feet in an instant, his movements fluid and predatory as he closed the distance between them.“A mistake?”he repeated, his voice dropping lower, the intensity in his eyes burning hotter.“You’re going to stand there, barely dressed, with your magic still crackling in the air around us, and call it amistake?”
“Yes!”she snapped, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm, the contact sending a spark of heat between them.She flinched but didn’t pull away, her breath hitching as his hand slid up to cup her chin, gently forcing her to meet his gaze.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice softer now but no less commanding.“Don’t lie to yourself.What just happened was real.It’s always been real.”
Her eyes flashed with defiance, though tears threatened to spill over.“It doesn’t matter,” she bit out, her voice cracking.“It doesn’t change anything.It can’t.”
