Page 41 of Panther in the Shadows
The command in his voice sends electricity down my spine. He drags the fabric down my legs. Drops it on the floor. Leaves me in just plain cotton underwear that suddenly seems inadequate. Flimsy.
His gaze travels over me. Hungry. Possessive. Like he's cataloging every detail to remember later.
"Beautiful." The word comes out reverent. "Even more than I imagined."
"You imagined this?"
"Since the first time I saw you." His hand slides up my inner thigh. Stops just short of where I need him. "Wondered whatyou'd look like spread out for me. What sounds you'd make. How you'd taste."
His fingers brush across cotton. Already wet. Already aching. The lightest touch makes me gasp.
"Sensitive." Satisfaction colors his voice. He does it again. Watching my face. Learning my reactions. "Very sensitive."
"Rafe." His name comes out breathless. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Touch me. Really touch me."
He hooks one finger under the fabric. Drags my panties down. Then his fingers slide through slick heat. Finding every place that makes me gasp and arch and plead.
"Like this?" One finger circles my clit. Not enough pressure. Just enough to drive me insane.
"Yes. God, yes."
He releases my wrists. "Hold on to the desk. Don't let go unless you want me to stop."
The edge digs into my palms behind my head. The position leaves me completely open to him. Vulnerable in ways that should terrify me.
Instead, heat races through my veins.
His mouth returns to my breast while his fingers work between my legs. One slides inside me. Then two. Stretching. Filling. Setting a rhythm that has me panting and writhing against the desk.
"You're so wet." His voice drops to a growl. "So ready. How long has it been?"
"Years." The admission tears out of me. "Not since before Gran died. Not since I started hiding my power."
"Then I'll make this good for you. Make it worth the wait."
His thumb finds my clit while his fingers curl inside. Finding that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. Pressurebuilds. Coils tight in my belly. My hips rock against his hand, chasing release.
"That's it." His mouth moves to my ear. Teeth catching the lobe. "Take what you need. Show me how good this feels."
The orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Pleasure crashing through me in waves that leave me shaking and gasping. And somewhere in the intensity, my magic responds.
Sea witch power floods out. Not controlled. Not directed. Just pure reaction.
Mist fills the room. Salt spray materializes from nowhere. Water streams down the walls in sheets, pooling on the floor. The temperature drops as humidity spikes. Magic mixing with pleasure until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
"Fuck." Awe colors his voice. "That's beautiful. You're beautiful."
The climax finally ebbs. Leaves me boneless and trembling. His fingers withdraw slowly. Carefully. He brings them to his mouth. Tastes.
"Definitely better than I imagined."
Embarrassment should hit. Concern about losing control of my magic. But satisfaction leaves no room for anything except the man standing between my legs looking at me like I'm the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.
"Your turn." My hands reach for his belt. Fumble with the buckle. "Let me?—"
