The Magic Between Us (Faerie 3)

“Cecelia,” he called. “Please come for me,” he whispered into her ear. He kissed down the side of her wet neck, and he licked and sucked his way across her shoulder.

With his other hand, he tormented her breast. He tugged on her nipple, elongating it with his fingertips, tugging it none too gently. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

But his only reward was a loud growl from Cecelia as she thrust his hand away. She pulled her legs inside the tub and sat forward on her knees. Marcus adjusted the angle of his back so he could arch to meet her as she rose and fell on him. Her pace was frantic, and he could tell she was reaching for something she couldn’t find.

“Marcus!” she cried.

Marcus lifted her off him. She protested loudly, crying out at their parting. He stepped from the tub, nearly sliding on his arse in the process. But he didn’t care. He needed her. He needed her in a bed. He needed to be inside her. God, he needed this woman.

Marcus picked her up and carried her to the bedchamber, where he dried them both quickly. The water he didn’t get off her with a cloth he licked from beneath her breasts, from the side of her neck, from the dip where her spine met her bottom.

She was quivering in his arms, and where love had led them, need now took over. “Please,” she begged.

Marcus forced himself to slow down, looking into her eyes as he cupped her face in his palm. “I love you,” he said.

“I know,” she said, her voice shattered. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Let me see them,” he said.

She looked down at her naked body. “What’s left to see, Marcus?”

Her nipples were rosy and abraded, and he’d done that. He’d loved her until she was weak and ready. “Your wings,” he said. “I want to see them. I want to touch them. I want to join our magic. Please.”

“Oh,” she said, her brows drawing together.

Suddenly, there they were, arching behind her, the same flushed color as her skin. They were covered in fine hairs just like her forearms and the rims of her ears. It was a downy softness, and he reached out to touch one. She sucked in a breath.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It feels like when you touch me here,” she whispered, and she lifted her breast toward his waiting mouth. “Please,” she said.

He closed his mouth gently around the peak, drawing it slowly into his mouth. “Not like that,” she s

aid. “Like before.” Her eyes were open and needy, and she nearly begged him to roughen his grip on her.

He caught the tip of her other breast between his thumb and forefinger, and drew on it harshly, elongating it, while he took the tip of the other between his teeth and started to gently worry it. Her head fell back, her breath hissing from between her teeth. He had so much to learn about this woman, and a lifetime to learn it.

Marcus pulled her to him and gripped her bottom, tugging her tightly against him. Her wings arched down to her bottom, but he gently lifted her and set her on the bed. “On your belly,” he said. She crawled naked across the counterpane, settling on her stomach in front of him. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and her wings called to him.

“Can I touch them?” he asked.

“You can do anything you want to them,” she said, laughing. She pushed her bottom back toward him. “I wish you’d do it while you’re inside me, though.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He straddled her thighs, looking down at the rosy softness between her legs. A drop of moisture seeped from her channel, and he caught it with his finger, lifting it to his lips. “My God,” he groaned. She looked back at him over her shoulder.

“Please, Marcus,” she said. She arched her bottom toward him. Marcus took his length in his hand, and straddling her bottom, he slid inside her. “Oh!” she cried out as he slid home. He settled deeply inside her.

She felt tighter this way, and he wasn’t certain how long he could last like this. So, he pushed her thighs apart with his knee and shoved one leg higher. Then he pushed into her slowly. “I don’t think there’s much more of me left for you to take,” she moaned into the counterpane, right beside where her fingers gripped it tightly.

“I want all of you,” he said, as he pushed home. He spread the cheeks of her ass, lifting her leg higher, as he thrust quick and shallow. Her breaths were tiny pants, and her eyes were closed tightly.

“That’s hitting some spot inside me, Marcus,” she warned.

He slowed down. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged. She arched her back, pushing her bottom toward him.

Marcus dragged a finger along the edge of her wing, and she went crazy beneath him. “They’re so beautiful,” he breathed, thrusting shallowly within her.